The Whitlams Lyrics
The Whitlams Lyrics
"You Gotta Love This City Lyrics"
My Melancholy Baby Lyrics
Come to me my melancholy baby Cuddle up and don't be blue (introduction to Dean Martin's 15 minute radio spot) Or else I shall be melancholy too (introduction to a new Dean Martin number "Till Then")
Come to me my melancholy baby Cuddle up and don't be blue (introduction to Dean Martin's 15 minute radio spot) Or else I shall be melancholy too (introduction to a new Dean Martin number "Till Then")
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't start
The train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriend
The houses all the same, now here's the rain
Not falling but collapsing at his feet
Deep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his arm
He wishes the hours would disappear
But the trip's in vain 'cause awaiting him
A lay-off notice and his severance pay
He shuffles back to the train again
You gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this cit
This Is a Great Country Lyrics
This is a great country, a great country so let's shout it clear and loud! Take a look in your history book and you'll see why we should be proud! Hats off to America, the home of the free and the brave If this is flag waving, flag waving do you know of a better flag to wave? Th
y, you gotta love this cityThis is a great country, a great country so let's shout it clear and loud! Take a look in your history book and you'll see why we should be proud! Hats off to America, the home of the free and the brave If this is flag waving, flag waving do you know of a better flag to wave? Th
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Back home he lies in bed for days and days
Watching American television, smoking
And playing with himself ringing double-O double-5
Into town on Thursday night
The girls are pretty and the lights are bright
At least he loves his city
Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become
Lear's Fool is a bum now
With seven holy parcels by his side
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Birds of passage Lyrics
Feel the winds on the ridges the whirls in the meadows the ice-capped reed announce that the air is colder I feel the strength of my heart quiver inside me buy I have no cure for the laughter in your eyes The wind will carry me away the wind that would have killed us both
e walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottleFeel the winds on the ridges the whirls in the meadows the ice-capped reed announce that the air is colder I feel the strength of my heart quiver inside me buy I have no cure for the laughter in your eyes The wind will carry me away the wind that would have killed us both
And he's breathing with his city
It was busy everywhere he went
There was a crowd over the bay
And a fireworks display
It's all very strange for a Thursday night thought he
Then it dawns on him as a cracker explodes
And who the hell is he going to blame?
It dawns on him - the horror - we got the Olympic Games
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
And he screams "My city is a whore, opened herself to the world
Jumped up and down in pastel shirts
And lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts"
You gotta lov
My Plague Lyrics
I'm in conniptions For the final act You came here for The one derivative You manage is the One I abhor I need a minute to eliminate For everyone the Everyday bullshit things That you have done Your impossible ego Fuck is like a Megalomaniacal tab On my tonque this city for its body and not its brain
It's more than he can take, and the stars' reflection breaks
'Cause you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it enjoy the view
You gotta love this city
He's had enough and he sinks to the bottom
Words and music by Tim Freedman
Produced by Rob Taylor and Tim Freedman
Mixed and engineered by Rob Taylor
Vocal, Rhodes electric piano - Tim Freedman
Backing vocals - Marcia Hines
Hammond organ - Clayton Doley
Guitar - Mark Punch
Flute, congas, tabla - Babs
Marimba - Jess Ciampa
Bass - Jackie Orszaczky
Drums, bells - Hamish Stuart
I'm in conniptions For the final act You came here for The one derivative You manage is the One I abhor I need a minute to eliminate For everyone the Everyday bullshit things That you have done Your impossible ego Fuck is like a Megalomaniacal tab On my tonque
It's more than he can take, and the stars' reflection breaks
'Cause you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it enjoy the view
You gotta love this city
He's had enough and he sinks to the bottom
Words and music by Tim Freedman
Produced by Rob Taylor and Tim Freedman
Mixed and engineered by Rob Taylor
Vocal, Rhodes electric piano - Tim Freedman
Backing vocals - Marcia Hines
Hammond organ - Clayton Doley
Guitar - Mark Punch
Flute, congas, tabla - Babs
Marimba - Jess Ciampa
Bass - Jackie Orszaczky
Drums, bells - Hamish Stuart