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Moon and You
03:58
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We shared, we shared
But we never compared
Notes on where we are
Who cares, who cares,
No one but us
Who follows the moon to bed?
If he jumps off a wall, he’s bound to fall
I wouldn’t mind watching you sleep
Getting to know ya, when I am sober
Might be harder than when I am not
This half-way house ain’t doing me no good
This half-way life it ain’t easy
So I’ll spend some time thinking up a line
As you follow that moon to bed
To surmise and summarise, was a nice surprise
To be there to watch the sun rise
Over you, and over me
And over your green whiskey tea
This half-way house ain’t doing me no good
This half-way life it ain’t easy
I’ll spend some time thinking up a line
As you follow that moon to bed
You follow the moon to bed.
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2. |
Last Sucker in Town
03:39
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You could’ve told me to go to hell,
You just about did,
I never could read between the lines.
You’re something short of nothing,
If nothing was something,
And nothing is all we’ll ever have.
If you looked like hell I’d say it,
I often wished it so,
But I’ve never had need for those words.
If you were guarding heavens doors,
There’d be devils getting it,
Neither saints nor sailors could resist your charms.
Have the demons had their way?
Sailors sailed on through?
Saints paid their respects
Gunslingers rode on too.
Vagabonds and lonely one,
The rich, the poor, forgotten ones
Have all been past your door
And I’m the last sucker in town.
You brandish a knife, That both cuts and smooths,
You line them up and slice them through.
As you wander off in the dark, the streets all sigh again
Singing that lonely hymn to him.
Have the politicians failed?
Bureaucrats digressed?
Winds of change prevailed
For hipsters wearing vests?
Listless geeks, dirty cheats,
Fixed wheeled riders wearing cleats,
Have all been past your door,
And I’m the last sucker in town.
Beware those cold-blooded lovers, who let you to their door,
You sure as hell ain’t getting in.
They’ll leave you with nothing, If nothing was something,
Because nothing is all they have to give.
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3. |
Let You Away
04:01
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I held a robin in my hand, scarlet was its breast
Gold and diamond was its song adorned
The flutter of its feathers did barely raise the wind
The small gust did my heart leave adjourned.
It softly landed in my hand, almost by some chance
I’d rather hoped it was from providence
I watched and listened speechless at perfume oration
And wished I was the only audience
But the trees watched on haughtily
Each leaf like an eye
Every branch an ally in the crime
Of kid-napping this little one
Nature’s lullaby
That hope against hope, I wagered to be mine
And just like that it was adieu, flown to somewhere else
On some other perch did it thence fly
I know not where or upon which bow your plume is gracing
Or whose hands you’re now held by
So fare-thee-well, oh sweet robin with scarlet on your breast
The crimson you have set upon my brow
Held you tight I desired to I let you away
Possess you could I not now I know.
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4. |
Short, Black and Whisky
04:01
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Standing on the street just to see if someone
Cares enough to say to me
Get out of the way
Some will ask you to move,
others they’ll run you through
If you think you’re better of alone
Then hang up the phone when it rings
But don’t you entertain the idea
Of drinking coffee in the rain
Don’t you entertain the idea
Of whisky to ease the pain
Smoking to remember someone’s name
Is like smelling a flower without a scent
Never knew what you meant,
Now I’m feeling lost and circumspect
It was over the day we met
Like a sunset at the beach I could deliver half a speech
But my words are in retreat
Don’t you think we’re better off
Drinking coffee in the rain
Don’t you think we’re better off
With whisky to ease the pain
Over your shoulder they’ll be someone else to meet
This city’s to full of strangers and drifters
Get hard sifting out those friends
From those who blow in like the wind
And the season ends and you’re coughing up change at the Laundromat
Speaking to those you’ve never met
Some how people find each other
In this jungle of a place, I remember your face
I’d recognize it anywhere
With some coffee in the rain
Recognise it anywhere
With whisky to each the pain
Drinking coffee in the rain
It’s full moon again
Drinking coffee in the rain
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5. |
Is It Right?
02:55
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Is it right to want you for my baby?
Is it right to want you for my gal?
Is it me or am I going crazy?
Sometimes I never can tell
I’m like a deer caught in the head lights
I’m caught in the head lights of my own life
I’m like a key without a lock and no damn hole
I’m a sunny day without no place to go
You get all dressed up at the wrong time of night
You get all sleeped up at the wrong time of day
You say you’re making money from counting cards
I’d say you’re gambling our love away
I’d buy you a rose if I’d some way of knowing
I wouldn’t cut my hands upon the thorns
You’ve got more bad habits than tea parties have rabbits
Now cool it off Alice you’ve grown so tall
I wonder what I saw in you at all
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6. |
French Love Song
03:39
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La Lune est tres jolie ce soir
Because I am in your chambre
I never thought it would come to this
A love affair with a French artist
Mon ami, ma sherie
We walk the streets of grand Paris
And paint a portrait of our love
So la ce faire, just say no more
Say no more
Ah l’amour
Say no more
Just paint a portrait of our love
Un, deux, trois, quatre
We can do a little more than that
We can paint a house or a flat
Achete un chien ou un chat.
Whoa, purtain de merde
I don’t want to die ce soire
But if death comes a demain
We’ll have a portrait of our bed
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7. |
Grenoble
04:37
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In the narrow streets where the vines grow,
Along the cobbled walls.
Flower pots are plenty,
Cherries by the score.
There’s fruit in every garden,
Houses so inviting,
Have crawled and sprawled upon each hill.
And you said you’d make contact,
You said you would call,
Well I’ll see you in Grenoble or I’ll see you in hell.
I saw a snail climb a tree,
Very industrially,
But I never saw you delivered to me.
If life is the postman,
Then death must be the dustman,
Sometimes you get a card,
Sometimes you wind up in the trash.
Well here’s a newsflash baby,
I don’t need you at all.
And I’ll see you in Grenoble or I’ll see you in hell.
I don’t know French but I know au revoir,
I know a last goodbye.
As much as I know a first kiss,
Sure it happens all the time.
I’m your champignon au de terre,
We both could do a little better,
We’ve known each other long enough to know,
We will never know each other at all.
So pack your bags for your travel,
I hope you have a ball,
And I’ll see you in Grenoble or I’ll see you in hell.
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James Hickey Australia
James Hickey was a programed performer at the Numeralla Folk Festival (NSW) and the Party in the Paddock Festival (TAS) in early 2018. He has been performing in Adelaide and Melbourne consistently since 2012. He completed a 12 date tour of Australia’s east coast in 2016 and a 20 date tour of Europe in 2014. ... more
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