And I’m thinking Christmas 1982 Round this time a year ago Gaskill sold his boat And headed for the Cross to sink a few Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd On Christmas Eve They must be entertained And if a stranger does the dying That’s O.K.! Cold Chisel Lyrics, Songs, Albums And More at SongMeanings! I don’t have to tell you How that you should do your job, I don’t want to have to be the one to shock your happy home. I’ll never stop loving you this life Maybe I’m wrong maybe I’m right Can’t turn and run when I can fight I’ll never stop loving you this life. Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There’s another place, does a better job by far. Well Robert Johnson knew it Chaplin knew it Even Marx and Lenin knew it Heisenberg was just a voyeur The Hallelujah Chorous do it Ayatollahs always do it Come on, slam the door Let’s get it right Hold me tight, Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty And drove it down to Adelaide She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston I thought the heat would never end But I knew I’d be home for Christmas with my Sandy And a few extra dollars to spend, I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go I was talking to his teenage son I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard At least until he’d had some fun I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation Thinkin’ all you have to do is try There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror “Dear Jimmy, it’s over, goodbye!” Home and broken hearted I’ve been pasted to the telephone Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave, Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy The steaks were washed away in the rain Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance She’ll never be my friend again And everyone was asking me where’s the little woman Rolled home before the rain could stop I’ve been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers With my heels on the table-top, Hump that coffin up round one more bend Hump that coffin up round one more bend If your head needs a bandage Try a roadhouse open sandwich Dodge the waitress and hit the road again, I got dog’s disease and asphalt on my shoes I got dog’s disease and asphalt on my shoes, I got the houndog sittin’ on the side of the road Houndog sittin’ on the side of the road Houndog sittin’ on the side of the highway blues Yeah the highway blues, I coulda flown East-West But the ticket was outa my range I coulda gone rail But they said I looked a little strange The Budget girl’s just got the sack The interstate bus just breaks my back I’m sick of getting home Counting my remaining change, Ride the line to Hornsby station Find my circus animals again, Don’t need no communication Through the ghost-towns, and fade away, And it’s cold Through Nambucca, up the coast Grass is greener Girls are sweeter I did it all the last ten summers, Leave the waves and change the culture Choose a far off name that suites ya Bali, Bangkok, overland Asian highway, Amsterdam Always some town unexplored And in the end It’s the motion is it’s own reward It’s just the motion, I’ve had petrol-heads and country hicks Bible-freaks and lunatics Fifty miles to go and I’ll be home I’ll be home, I got the houndog sittin’ on the side of the road Houndog sittin’ on the side of the road Houndog sittin’ on the side of the highway blues, No copulation, no revolution Said the young Marquis de Sade But all the whips in France ain’t gonna get me Fuckin’ on a barracade From the schoolboys on it was one big con As we hung around the hockey teams In each boys brain the dream was the same All I ever went to do is get laid, Now the whole wide world has a better idea And it shook us all to the core You follow some two-year fairy tale Into happy evermore The sleepy priest at the bridal feast His hands make a holy sign And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake She’s a-singin’ in the back of her mind. The Best Of Cold Chisel: All For You (Deluxe), Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. devise Just what comes after civilised This intersection’s big enough for me And when I get some change I’ll disappear It’s tricky But, thank God, it’s never organised I’m talking about the twentieth century The twentieth century The twentieth century, I watch you slide out of bed When the night has gone I watch you tilt your head The earings go on, This time round This time round I’m gonna get it right This time round, I look at all the years The chances I had I look at all the ways I always seemed to find For turning good into bad, City papers blow around me As the mornin’ hits the sky On the ocean ships are waitin’ high So am I, City sweeper goes around me He don’t need no reason why If I don’t seem in a hurry now I’ve arrived, Come on baby won’t you save me Turn this water into wine Love, emotion, like an ocean How can I hold back the tide, Baby meet me on the corner When you hear that whistle blow If I don’t seem like I oughta The one you used to know, I’m on high ground Put this weight down Of one thing you can be sure On the ocean ships are sailin’ But I don’t need them anymore, Come on baby won’t you save me Turn this water into wine Love, emotion, like an ocean Turn this water into wine, Somebody tell meWhere did I go wrong Oh, what a fool am I Sometimes You can feel you don’t belong Wanna die, Way down I’ve been all the way And I know the reason why Way down Is the price I paid Oh but now I realise, Somebody tell me That you understand Oh that I’m not alone Sometimes When you need a helpin? Some men need a family Need the club fraternity God’s salvation guaranteed Mac’s the only friend I need, Showtime Hang a guitar on my shoulder Check the vacant drooling faces round the room Another heartbreak battle And I’m only getting older Jesus help me when I say I’ll give it all up pretty soon Daytime Time to fight the morning’s headache Gulp an aspirin bang together one more song Inspiration cauterised By years of useeless heartache Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong, These last years Years gone down to the showtime, Showtime Try to catch the spark That got me hooked so many years ago and died Second-rate musicians Feeding infantile illusions Reading music magazines to keep the habit satisfied Pitching To some demographic average What the hell he’s staying home for, I don’t see him here tonight Thirteen years and over Tuned to radio between the hours Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer’s delight, I never knew it could be So misleading Waiting for the final song to end In this dirty nightclub All the souls are bleeding Reaching for the big decision Disco floor or television Time and time again You hear the so-called friends The smug de-facto critics in their movie backdrop cities Sneering sitdown and listen Life’s a lonely escalator It’s a fool who doesn’t know he has to leap off at the end Well they were never at the guesthouse With the ghost of Jimmy Rodgers Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959 And they’ll all be gone when the end is come And I’m kneeling in the backroom Crying Lord I’m just a trouper, let me play it one more time, Nightclub here Liaison there I do what I have to do The habits of a lifetime They all know And sympathise with me, My great big plans Are winding down We both know that’s nothing new I’m taking care of business But without you It doesn’t sing to me, All night through Baby it’s you, it’s you What we had before We could have once more Forever, You’d see, I walk all night And sleep all day I’m dreaming only of you I’m taking care of business But without you It doesn’t sing to me, I’m taking care of business This old world still spins along But doesn’t sing to me, They’re so hard Women, that is So hard And all that I ever know Of you Is the damage you can do And it breaks the other way, I know It’s so hard, For so long You were the one For so long, now Anyone who denied Your way Had to play with the two of us Now I feel that’s begun to change And it’s so hard, I believe There’s a restlessness growin’ in you And I feel the same I dunno if there’s a day comin’ soon That’ll find us alone Or if that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, All I know Of you Is the damage you can do And it breaks the other way, I know It’s so hard, Someone caught my eye Driftin’ passed my window I thought I recognised A girl that I once knew Open window wide Further to discover If somebody else Walks along with you, Should I go outside But would she remember Maybe she’d deny Although we know it’s true But that was long ago Maybe best forgotten Time will hold forever The love we knew, All the laughter sorrow and pain Awakened deep inside Another time, another place When you were mine Though we will never see that again At times I wonder why Now I wonder Should I call your name, Someone caught my eye Driftin’ passed my window I still recognise The way I felt for you But that was long ago Better left forgotten Time will hold forever The love we knew, Somewhere in the silence There’s got to be something So much more Somewhere in the silence The answer is there for one and all, Together now So in love we are one Oh, I wanna make it Get inside your heart, When late at night And our thoughts start to flow Somewhere in the silence There’s the answer I know, So many times We come so close Somewhere inside We feel we know, Another night With memories alone Oh, I got so many Of a love unsung, I see your face Such a sight to behold Somewhere in the silence I will find you I know. . "Flame Trees" is a song by Australian pub rock band Cold Chisel from their 1984 album Twentieth Century. Upcoming Lyrics. To Terra Incognito Anno Domini Hits the libido Bal-a-Versailles, People say it’s an animal thing A whisper of alien air People say you’re a fool if you fall in love I say yeah, yeah, yeah, Dogs are barking, The caravanserai Rolls on, through the night Bal-a-Versailles, People say all the usual things Talkin’ and kissin’ the air People say you’re a fool if you fall in love I say yeah, yeah, yeah, Reason for living Reason to die Take it as given Bal-a-Versailles, Losin’ myself nightly No-one’s tellin’ me just where you are Got me like a fever And movin’ like you’ve got too far Used to shine so brightly All is fadin’ now as time goes on Just when I think I hear you I look around and you’ll be gone, You got this thing for leavin’ Just as I’m about to really know someone I’d like to help you with your searchin’ Don’t you know you’re not the only one, Hangin’ all alone With your best kept lies Say you’re comin’ home Give it one more try, You let me know discretely I ain’t nothin’ when you’re not with me Once I’d have to call ya Now all that’s left’s a mystery Sayin’ goodbyes only Gonna leave me wonderin’ endlessly Were you really here Or someone I am Yet to see, Listen now to the wind babe Listen now to the rain Feel that water lickin’ at my feet again I don’t wanna see this town no more Wastin’ my days on a factory floor First thing you know I’ll be back in Bow River again, Anytime you want babe, you can come around But only six days separates me and the great top end I been working hard, tweleve hours a day And the money I saved won’t buy my youth again Goin’ for the heat babe, and a tropical rain In a place where no man’s puttin’ on the dog for me Waitin’ on the weekend, set o’ brand new tyres And back in Bow River’s just where I want to be, Listen now to the wind babe Listen now to the rain Feel that water lickin’ at my feet again I don’t wanna see this town no more Too many years made up my mind to go or stay Right to my dying day I don’t wanna see another engine line Too many years and I owe my mind First set o’ wheels headin’ back Bow River again First thing you know I’ll be back in Bow River again, Got the motor runnin’, got the rest of my days Sold everything I owned for a song So anytime you want babe, you can come around But don’t leave it too late you just might find me gone, I don’t need the score I’m goin’ through the door Gonna tell the man I don’t want no more Pick up a fast car and burn my name in the road One week two week maybe even more Piss all my money up against the damn wall First thing you know I’ll be back in Bow River again, Campbell lane Through the window, curtain rain Long night gone, yellow day Speed shivers melt away.

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