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Dirty Bipolar
03:17
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Didn’t you know that I was a throwback
Kicking the clouds out and winding the clock back
Everything’s so random now it’s becoming predictable
I should have told ya, that I couldn’t hold ya
Dirty bipolar, head like a boulder
Everything’s so random now it’s becoming predictable
Trying to read the sundial time in the rain and it’s running out
Trying to get those winds to change
When it’s perfectly still in the night
Sorry I couldn’t be there I just wasn’t free then
My door wouldn’t let me, head into the street and
Everything’s so random now it’s becoming predictable
Sometimes I’m like a tennis ball in the teeth of a rabid dog
Or otherwise all green light and go
When I all really wanna do is just stop
Some days I’m not home, in a crowd or alone
Either breathing by phone, or waiting one day to be born
Everything’s so random now it’s becoming predictable
I can turn a temple of stone into dust, it’s all in the touch
And I can kill a man with words
If he doesn’t get to beat me to the punch
You should’ve known that, I was a throwback
Dirty bipolar, head like a shoulder
Everything’s so random now it’s becoming predictable
Predictable
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2. |
Shining Like Gold
05:02
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I was bracing for the winter chill
then you fell right into my hands
And you stayed with me despite yourself
as I scuttled all your plans
Sometimes I made it right
but mostly I was wrong
‘Cos I kept on letting you down
And it’s hard to fight the enemy
when you don’t know who they are
And you’re shattered like a broken moon
in the shadow of a star
And I stole so many hours
just to turn a sweet thing sour
‘Cos I kept on letting you down, I kept on letting you down
But if I could reset the time, and I could have you back into my fold
I’d be shining (O lord), shining like gold
I kept on letting you down, I kept on letting you down
But if I could reset the time, and I could have you back into my fold
We’d be shining (O lord), shining like gold
Now I’m bracing for the winter chill
with an empty heart and hands
And I’ve got that nothing feeling
reeling in the bottom of my stomach
Like I’m less than half a man
I failed to make it right
in more ways that I can count
I just kept on letting you down, I kept on letting you down
But I could do it so much better now
I would treat you so much better now
Forever have you back here in my fold
And we’ll be shining (O lord), shining like gold
We’ll be shining (O lord), shining like gold
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3. |
Behind the Wall of Sleep
03:30
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She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralysed
She was tall and cool and pretty
and she dressed as back as coal
If she asked me to I’d murder
I would gladly lose my soul
CHORUS
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep
Well she held the bass guitar
and she was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman
now I am her greatest fan
Now I know I’m one of many
who would like to be your friend
But I’ve got to find a way
to let you know I’m not like them
CHORUS
Got your number from a friend of mine
who lives in your home town
Called you up to have a drink
your flatmate said you weren’t around
Now I know I’m one of many
who would like to be your friend
But I’ve got to find a way
to let you know I’m not like them
CHORUS
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The Hangman's Daughter
03:56
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The temptation sensation
has worn my resistance away
She’s got me hanging like an
unlucky charm on a bracelet
The more I pull away from her
the more she keeps dragging me in
Till I don’t even know who I am
and I’m right back to where I began
Never lose your heart to a hangman’s daughter
She will tear your world apart
Bad habits can be fun
till they start wearing out of their welcome
Soon you’re running right back
to the same thing you were running away from
You don’t have to tell me
‘cos I think that I already know
There’s no need to guide me around
the places I already go
And never lose your heart to a hangman’s daughter
She will tear your world apart
The executioner’s craft is as
cold as the sheen on a blade
And my obsession for her has
made a slave to her father’s trade
Like an emperor in exile
I have traded my fine silk for rags
And there are spirits in the gallows
who still hang in the cold night like flags
Never lose your heart to a hangman’s daughter
She will tear your world apart
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The Bone Folders Melbourne, Australia
The Bone Folders are a Melbourne (Australia) quartet. Their music ranges from country and folk to garage punk, psychedelia,
jangly guitar pop and Aussie pub rock -- always with a unique lyrical bent.
They have released two full-length albums, two mini-albums, an EP and a vinyl single. (Profile picture by Pip Serpentina)
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