1. |
All The Way Up
04:04
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You said “this city’s too boring,
This city’s too clean,”
I think it’s kind of peaceful,
But I know what you mean,
Let’s try catching the tram,
All the way down to the sea,
You’ve been looking so lonesome,
In need of some light,
Dodging the drunks as you walk through the night,
Hey but I think you’re projecting the way that you feel on this town,
I know a place that you might like,
If we can find the time I’ll take you one night,
We’ll go all the way up,
To the rafters,
Where the light is,
Feel the laughter,
Cos I don’t know mate but it,
Might be what you need,
We’ll go all the way up,
To the rafters,
Where the light is,
Feel the laughter,
Cos I don’t know mate but it,
Might be what you need,
Might be what you need,
You said “When we get to Melbourne it’l be alright,
The Kids ‘l come down and they stay a few nights,
But I’ll get them their own place though you know cos they,
Can’t stand my noise,
It’s all I’ve known since I was 16,
Running from home with a film star dream,
No one knows where I’m going or where I’ve been,
When I see you next we’ll be on Easy street,
Where the trains are on the roof,
That’s where we’ll meet
We’ll go all the way up,
To the rafters,
Where the light is,
Feel the laughter,
Cos I don’t know mate but it,
Might be what you need,
We’ll go all the way up,
To the rafters,
Where the light is,
Feel the laughter,
Cos I don’t know mate but it,
Might be what you need,
Might be what you need,
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2. |
You May Run
03:10
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You will stumble, you will fall,
Forgiveness is a wrecking ball,
Drag yourself into the sun,
Feel the warmth, it’s been too long,
Grinders whir the morning tune,
As I emerge from dusty gloom,
You may run, you may flee,
Love’s in your periphery,
You will stumble you will fall,
Forgiveness is a wrecking ball,
Jackhammers on king street,
As I stride out to meet with thee,
Bottled laughter on the wall,
Crack the top and cleanse us all,
You may run, you may flee,
Love’s in your periphery,
You will stumble you will fall,
Forgiveness is a wrecking ball,
It destroys the darkness,
It destroys the darkness,
It destroys the darkness,
It destroys the darkness,
You may run, you may flee,
Love’s in your periphery,
You will stumble you will fall,
Forgiveness is a wrecking ball,
Forgiveness is a wrecking ball,
Forgiveness is a wrecking ball
It destroys the darkness,
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3. |
Coming Up For Air
05:15
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We’re leaving south bank,
It’s that time of year,
Gunna head on down to New South Wales,
For a little Christmas cheer,
This year’s been a tough one,
Let’s not beat around,
Every time you tried to surface,
Something else has kicked you down,
But we’re finally moving,
Free from old Clem Jones,
Hey show me some new music,
Pull it up on your phone,
And I know it’s a victory
to just get out that door,
We can talk it all through,
Or say nothing at all,
Out on the road,
We can leave it behind,
All of those questions,
We’ll get to them in time,
Let’s get back to a feeling,
When we were young and unaware,
Not out of the water we could use a little air,
Coffs Harbour is sparkling,
This time of year,
Do you wanna head in for a break,
Off the highway we will veer,
I know your feeling lost,
Now that they’re gone,
You gotta keep navigating the waves,
Of your internal storm,
Out on the road,
We can leave it behind,
All of those questions,
We’ll get to them in time,
I won’t take you for granted,
This time I swear,
We’re not out of the water just coming up for air,
When we get down to Hexham,
And cross over that bridge,
Where we used to get a milkshake,
Back when we were kids,
And as the Sydney lights appear,
You can’t hold back those tears,
Let them flow my friend,
Cry away this year,
Out on the road,
You can’t leave it behind,
It’s just a little cut oranges,
A little break half time,
Let’s get back to a feeling,
When we were young and unaware,
Not our of the water just coming up for air.
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4. |
Author's Script
03:31
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It’s an actor’s battle tryna land the work,
Lunchtimes in some mindless job spent tryna learn the words,
Will this next audition be a dead end or a door,
Will you be left wondering what you could’ve done different,
Anything at all?
You might feel joy,
You might feel blue,
When the actors’ words wash over you,
You may cry,
Be totally absorbed in it,
They’re bringing life to the Author’s script,
Bringing life to the Author’s script
It’s an actor’s battle tryna raise a kid,
Stumbling sleepless through the scenes tryna keep the dark stuff hid,
This little character barely two,
Trying to act just like you,
You may cry, fall apart with it,
They’re bringing life to the Author’s script
And the urge to quit it always there like shadows on a page,
And the unpaid bills keep piling up but you gotta get on stage,
Moving through the play
It’s an actor’s battle tryna live this life,
Tryna figure out what to do and how to it right,
You might feel joy,
You might feel blue,
When the actors words flow out of you,
You may cry,
Fall apart with it,
Your bringing life to the Author’s script,
Bringing life to the Author’s Script.
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5. |
Mr Classified
03:41
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The tongue is a fire man you better watch your mouth,
Just a little spark can set the whole bush on fire...
What you been saying man you better wash your mouth out.
Cos all these little ears have been listening in,
To your private conversations and the thoughts within your mind,
We all know who you are now,
Mr Classified,
Mr Classified,
With your riches and pride,
If there’s anyone left inside,
Won’t you come on out.
The tongue is a rudder man hey where’s it been steering you lately,
It’s time to start turning, can’t you see the rocks ahead,
But hey little rudder, tell me where have you been,
I got knocked off course while I was staring at a screen,
At your private conversations and the thoughts within your mind,
We all know who you are now,
Mr Classified,
Mr Classified,
With your riches and pride,
If there’s anyone left inside,
Won’t you come on out.
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6. |
Bowerbird
03:26
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Bowerbird
Plastic blues came into my mind’s vacuum,
Though it’s fake and it’s bendy,
It still affects me,
Made out of chemicals so toxic and terrible,
But screws nicely onto my bottle,
So I can keep just a little bit of water in,
Then Bowerbird sings his tune,
Flies in collects my blues,
Carry it far away,
And build up your bower just a little more,
Old mate Joe his opinions they flow,
All across my screen,
I scroll silently unseen,
I won’t engage cos plastic just melts away,
With just a little bit of heat,
Maybe I can meld it into something a little more useful,
Then Bowerbird sings his tune,
Flies in collects my blues,
Carry it far away,
And build up your bower just a little more, today
Then Bowerbird sings his tune,
Flies in collects my blues,
Says “this won’t go to waste”
I’ll put it to use in the bush far away,
and make something beautiful from what you left behind,
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Hey there baby,
Let’s not mess around, I’ve seen you in town.
Masked up faces, I thought I could hide,
Withdrew inside,
a dusty antique shop, as you walked by,
I’ve left it too long,
Past the point of no reeeeeefund
I meant to see you,
Before the world changed.
Meant to help you out,
Before the world changed,
Wanted to know you,
Before the world changed,
But I never really ever found the time,
Entered the velvet,
Records everywhere,
Then I saw you there,
I feel so anxious,
Sweat brewing now,
Falls off my brow,
Into a salty little waterfall,
Across my face,
I ran outside,
Felt the cold mountain embrace,
I meant to see you,
Before the world changed.
Meant to help you out,
Before the world changed,
Wanted to know you,
Before the world changed,
But I never really ever found the time,
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8. |
Start Diggin'
03:07
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Life’s gone just a little bit pear shaped,
Of late but that’s ok it fits nicely in my hand,
I’ll just give it a squeeze and feel the juice flow,
All over my clean clothes it won’t stain though,
Cos here comes a little bit of rain just in time to wash it off,
Perhaps these lyrics have got a little bit lost so what I’m trying to say is,
Hold on my brother,
Hold on my sister,
This life can taste bitter,
But just start diggin’ and we’ll find a little pocket of hope.
THere’s a little carrot dangling in front of your eyes,
But it’s time to be wise look through the opaque disguise,
And find a sharp blade and dice it up,
Cos you should really be grabbing what you came here for,
That big old shelf on the wall,
Though you doubt it, it holds all you’ll ever really need.
Perhaps the meanings got a little bit lost so now I’ll say it straight,
Hold on my brother,
Hold on my sister,
This life can taste bitter,
But just start diggin’ and we’ll find a little pocket of hope.
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9. |
Grenfell
02:33
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V.1
I’m on the road to Grenfell
Henry Lawson’s town
I drank so much last night
Acted like a clown
But the cause I have for sorrow
Only drink could kill
I’m hopin’ Henry will forgive me
I believe he will
V.2
I’m gonna stop in Jerilderie
There’s a letter I gotta send
Head on up to Narrandera
Watch the Murrumbidgee bend
And the cause I have for sorrow
Henry will understand
Once I get to Grenfell
Henry Lawson land
V.3
I’m sitting outside the Band Hall
Tryin’ to calm my itchin’ feet
Made it all the way to Grenfell
Watchin’ faces in the street
And the cause I have for sorrow
That letter to my wife can tell
Come and sit with me, Henry
At the bottom of the well
V.4
(instrumental first four lines)
And the cause I have for sorrow
Henry understands
Now that I’m in Grenfell
In Henry Lawson’s hands
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10. |
Come And Go
03:23
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I’m always leaving,
I just wanna stick around for a while,
The verandahs covered in leaves,
See them blowing through my dreams,
The lady on the abc,
Says big storms coming,
But I’m a thousand miles away,
Working for Mr Lane,
There’s a song he wants to play but I don’t know it,
I come and go,
I come and go,
That’s the thing,
Got me a soul with broken wings,
Don’t leave me outside,
Let me in,
Got me a soul with broken wings,
Don’t leave me outside,
Let me in,
The turbulence wasn’t too bad,
Despite the weather we had,
Now I’m back on Darug land,
looking to be reborn,
You can live a little different out here,
Different set of rules,
Different set of fears,
The lady on the radio says Get Out!
Bushfires blowing,
I come and go,
I come and go,
That’s the thing,
Got me a soul with broken wings,
Don’t leave me outside,
Let me in,
Got me a soul with broken wings,
Don’t leave me outside,
Let me in,
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CJ Stranger NSW, Australia
CJ Stranger hones a unique sound and spirit for his new album, Hey Stranger.
A singer-
songwriter through and through, CJ Stranger's captivating voice, tell-all lyrics and natural feel for finger-picking walk together in perfect synchrony. Creative and honest, Hey Stranger is a rewarding listen that feels comfortingly familiar, yet new and exciting.
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