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Toothpaste & Gin
03:34
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Toothpaste and gin
Arranging my feathers on the floor
By letting them lie where they land
With faith in the wind and the water
That I’ll come to a stop where I stand, because I was singing
Look at the corner I’ve painted myself in
This is not the world I should be living in
I need a new life to save my skin
Escape from timesheets, tablecloths, toothpaste and gin
I'm finding my feet on different streets
But letting them follow my nose
With faith in the wind and the water
And trust in the currents and the flows, because I was singing
Look at the corner I’ve painted myself in
This is not the world I should be living in
I need a new life to save my skin
Escape from timesheets, tablecloths, toothpaste and gin
I'm wondering if there’s still time for a miracle
I'm wondering if there’s still time for a masterpiece
Or some peace of mind at least
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The Love Bank
03:36
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The Love Bank
I was standing in line
Trying to get some credit
When the universe said
Son, you just don’t get it
You’ve got to put some love in the love bank
If you want to make a withdrawal
So I opened it up
On account of the time
Yes, I opened it up
I used my last shiny dime, because I found
You’ve got to put some love in the love bank
If you want to make a withdrawal
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
In your cloud of certainty
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
There is no guarantee
You’ve got to put some love in the love bank
You’ve got to put some faith in the faith bank
You’ve got to put trust in the trust bank
You’ve got to put some love in the love bank
If you want to make a withdrawal
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River
04:30
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River
water flows through the river
but the river is still there
floating downstream
sleep passes through the dream
but the dream is still there
floating downstream
floating downstream
floating downstream
don’t trouble yourself with
too much thinking
let your mind be strong
the wind will blow thoughts
one way or another
we cannot know everything
the river stays while the water
travels on and is gone
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Guernsey Girl
03:59
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Guernsey Girl
Well her hair was in her face
And a tear was in my eye
Before we pulled away from shore
I kissed the Guernsey girl goodbye
Well the song was in my heart
But my heart was on the wind
And before we missed the tide
I kissed the Guernsey girl goodbye
From year to year, from shore to shore
From time to time, from door to door
On the wind, in the night, I recall
And her face is in a heart
That I wear upon a chain
And before my time is done
I’ll see the Guernsey girl again.
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Doing what needs to be done
Got your message this morning
I hope what you’re saying is true
Doing the things that you have to
Doing what you gotta do
Doing what needs to be done
Doobedoo, doobedoobedoo
Got me thinking of carousels
Violins, camels and rain
All the things that don’t just happen
You’ve got to keep on doing them again and again
Doing what needs to be done
Doobedoo, doobedoobedoo
Five four three two
You gotta do what you gotta do
Four three two one
Doing what needs to be done
Doobedoo, doobedoobedoo
Dance off the wings of an aeroplane
Walk off the end of a pier
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Grinning from ear to ear
Doing what needs to be done
Doobedoo, doobedoobedoo
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Stuck inside of Phnom Penh with the Memphis blues again (It’s not the Mississippi, it’s the Mekong)
There’s a whole lot of wats, and a whole lot of whys
And long hot nights under tropical skies
There’s rivers in the east, they put the court out in the west
Some got a lot, the rest got all the rest
But I’ve been watching American TV
All seven series on one DVD
And I don’t know much, I haven’t been here long
I'm trying to play the blues but it comes out wrong
Same same but a different song
It’s not the Mississippi it’s the Mekong
I got myself a Lonely Planet, I took myself to Tuol Sleng
I got a Tintin tee shirt, I ate spiders at Romdeng
Got a two dollar haircut near Wat Phnom
Left my shades in a tuk tuk out on Kampuchea Krom
Still got my health, as far as I can see
I got Dengue Fever, but only on CD
The riverside is full of Madison, and the lake is full of sand
The markets are full of all sorts of things that I don’t understand
I can say awkun, I can say moi tiet
I can say sok sabay, the rest I forget
There’s a whole lot of vodka, and a whole lot of beer
Sometimes I think I’ll stay forever, sometimes I think get me out of here
I learned the hard way, you won’t get too far
Trying to tune a Vietnamese guitar
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Phnom Penh Driving School
Phnom Penh driving school – meep meep
Pot chweng, pot sdam – meep meep
Phnom Penh driving school – meep meep
We’ll teach you all you need to know
To drive your car or to ride your moto
How to keep moving forward until the traffic’s all jammed in tight
How to cut the corner if you’re turning left or turning right
How to keep the lights off when you’re driving late at night
And how to ignore the traffic lights
How to make sure you’re always on the phone
How to park your Lexus so you cause a traffic jam all on your own
How to use your moto to carry a family of six and some chickens and a pig and some leafy greens and a mirror and a mattress and a large cardboard box held together with string and a dog and a bone
And how to ignore the traffic lights, advanced
How to drive on the other side of the street
How to drive down the middle of the street
How to drive on the pavement instead of the street
And how to ignore the traffic lights, Masters degree
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8. |
Who is the greater fool
04:10
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Who is the greater fool?
One version of me wants to see you every day
One version of me wants to run far away
One version of me wishes I’d never seen your face
One version of me wants to get down on my knees and beg for you.
Who is the greater fool?
One version of me wants to hold you forever
One version of me just can’t see us together
One version of me wishes you would get out of my dreams and leave me alone
One version of me wants to get down on my knees and beg for you.
Who is the greater fool?
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9. |
Gambling Heart
03:22
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Gambling heart
My heart’s a traveller
It'll be moving on soon
Next tick of the clock
Next phase of the moon
I'm not the worst
I'm not the best
I'm glad I got this off my chest
My heart's a traveller
My heart's a traveller
My heart’s a gambler
The thrill of the chance
Nodding at fate
The blossom of a glance
I'm not the best
I'm not the worst
Who's on next? Who's on first?
My heart's a gambler
My heart's a gambler
My heart’s a tramp
A creature of change
Following the risk
Likes a bit of strange
I'm not a zero
I'm not the one
It's too late, it's all been done
My heart's a tramp
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10. |
Better Man
02:48
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Better man
Slow to argue, slow to judge
Don’t keep pushing if it don’t budge
When you’re in too deep, stop digging
When you’re going through hell, keep going
I keep making little edits
Building up my credits and
someday I know I’ll be a better man
someday I know I’ll be a better man
Loving the struggle, most of the time
Trying to avoid the obvious rhyme
Quick to forgive, but not too forgiving
Working on practicing the art of living
I keep making little edits
Building up my credits and
someday I know I’ll be a better man
someday I know I’ll be a better man
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11. |
The Long Division
03:55
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The Long Division
She got The Killers, I got The Strokes, she got the Sabbath, I got the Zep
She got Nirvana, she got Hole, I got Elton John and Billy Joel
She got The Smiths, I got the Ramones
I got the Beatles, she got the Stones
She got the Queen, I got the Prince, sShe got the 'Retha, I got the Duke
She got ELO, she got ABC, I got XTC and OMD
She got Tom Waits, I got Rickie Lee Jones.
I got the Beatles, she got the Stones
I got the Waterboys and the Beach Boys and the Pet Shop Boys and the Choirboys
She got the Indigo Girls, the Spice Girls and the Dixie Chicks
We each got an Elvis, I got the smart one.
We each got a Sinatra, I got the pretty one
And Dylan is an argument waiting to happen
She got Dirty 3, I got Jackson 5, she got Nine Inch Nails, I got Heaven 17
I got Zappa and Zombies and Magazine
She got Rage Against The Machine
She got Iggy Pop, I got Grace Jones
I got the Beatles, she got the Stones
She got Deep Purple, I got Yello, she got Dave Gray, I got Jackson Browne
She got Al Green and Barry White, I got Deacon Blue, King Crimson and Black Night
She got the Velvet Underground, I got the Undertones
I got the Beatles, she got the Stones
I got the Waterboys and the Beach Boys and the Pet Shop Boys and the Back Street Boys
She got the Indigo Girls, the Spice Girls and the Barenaked Ladies
We each got an Elvis, I got the smart one; we each got a Sinatra, I got the pretty one
And Dylan is an argument waiting to happen
She got Madonna, I got Jesus Lizard, she got David Sylvian, I got David Bowie
I got Sky, she got Air, she got Talking Heads
She got And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead
She got Ben Folds, I got Norah Jones
I got the Beatles, she got the Stones
I can’t get no…. oooo!
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12. |
Lost along the way
04:27
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Lost along the way
In the days when nights were long
And all of life was captured in song
Sharing coffee and wine
Strings of precious pearls of time
And what happened to you –
Did you get lost along the way?
Did you hear what happened to me?
I got lost along the way
We bared our souls and we shed our skins
Slit open our youth and let the darkness in
Blamed ourselves for guiltless crimes
And could not believe in wasted time
And what happened to you –
Did you get lost along the way?
Like what happened to me –
I got lost along the way
And youth might be wasted on the young
But wisdom gets cheaper each passing day
And now I'm older than Elvis ever was
And what happened to you –
Did you get lost along the way?
That’s what happened to me
I just got lost along the way
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13. |
In my dreams
03:07
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In my dreams
The cars are made of flowers
And elephants roam the streets
And cigarettes taste like strawberries and cream
I never miss a sunset
I never miss a beat
And there’s somebody exactly like you in my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
Exactly like you
Exactly like you
Ducks on every corner
And trees on every street
And my shirts are woven fresh every morning from moonbeams
We all fly when we laugh
We all fly when we sing
And there’s somebody exactly like you
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
Exactly like you
Exactly like you
And never is heard a discouraging word
A discouraging word, a discouraging word
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
Exactly like you
Exactly like you
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Scoddy Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Singer/songwriter, once of Tasmania, now resident of Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Well crafted songs from rockers to lullabies, happy to sad, looking forward and looking back.
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