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Requiem
00:26
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Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
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It doesn't snow down here
Not in December
But it rains
Til I remember
I made this choice
For me, for you, for us
And I promise this my love
I'll make it home for Christmas
And I don't wanna run with the pack
No no no no no no no
And I ain't turning back
No no no no no no no
And I don't wanna make a fuss
No no no no no no no
I just want to make it home, for Christmas
I grew up in the salt and the sand
In the east of this big unconscious land
I had to keep moving, to the next town
To the next dream, to the next pub down the line
But no matter how fast I ran, couldn't leave the past behind
I went north, south, west, but the fog just would not rest
It grew cold, thick,
My gear stick would not shift, stuck in the mud
I was a Bondi Boy and I wanna get back to rest out past the breakers
It's hard to measure success
But I'll be home for Christmas
And I don't wanna run with the pack
No no no no no no no
And I ain't turning back
No no no no no no no
And I don't wanna make a fuss
No no no no no no no
I just want to make it home, for Christmas
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The Butcher's Daughter
01:21
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She grew up in a cottage of stone
Knows the pain of being alone
Up hill and down dale
So strong she'll never fail
Hair curls softly round her
Deep brown eyes
She's the prize many have tried to win
But with a grin she turns and says
"Boy, I'm the Butcher's Daughter"
Like lambs to the slaughter
When she throws her head and sings just like a bird...
Sweetest sound you've ever heard
And I said hmmmm, mmmmmmm
Since the boat went down we've been treading water
Me and the butcher's daughter
We've both forgotten how to swim
But I know dry land is not a myth, and
Hmmmm, mmmmmmm
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I don't believe in the boogeyman
I don't believe in werewolves either
I don't believe in Bloody Mary
But I believe in you
I don't believe in vampires
I don't believe in dracula neither
I don't believe in Voldemort
But I believe in you
Yes I believe in you
And I love you
And I believe that my dog needs to
Put his tongue back in his head
He keeps licking me all over
Please get off my bed
And I believe that you can do
Anything that you want to
You are wonderful please know that
I believe in you
Yes I believe in you
And I love you
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Eagle on the Hill
04:07
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I am the Eagle on the Hill
I am the long lost son of Don Dunstan
I am dark in the suburbs at night
But I'll never forget Colonel William Light
I'm not trying to be cool
When I ask you where you went to school
I am trying to connect
Is it too much to ask for a little respect?
I am all the prettiest girls
I am the best three pubs in the whole damn world
I am your husband, I am your wife
I've never eaten a frog cake in all of my life
And I still don't know which way to go
Every time I'm at the airport I see someone I know
I am a courtesy wave from the car
If it's more than twenty minutes then it's too far
I am not trying to compete
I'm asleep under the statue on Hindley Street
I'm eight hours from the shack
Catching Tommy Ruffs, not throwing them back
I am 3AM at La Sing
I'll bring a plate of pikelets to your wedding
And I still don't know which way to go
Every time I'm at the airport I see someone I know
And I never have to be alone
I am family, I am home
I'm where the hills meet the sea
I'm kicking autumn leaves and between you and me
I am not looking East wondering why
I am the Blazing Sun, I am the Endless Sky
And I still don't know which way to go
Every time I'm at the airport I see someone I know
And I never have to be alone
I am Family, I am Home.
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Rhys Howlett Adelaide, Australia
Songs about people, places, work, identity, hope, home, food, beverages...
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