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Bringing Heaven Down to Hell
Have such fun
No need for money
Got a blue eyed boy
He calls me honey
Got a pretty red dog with a waggy tail
Live your dreams but
throw your hesitations
in the well well well
Deep in the well well well
Fiddle ringing like a bell, well well
Bringing heaven down to hell
Dance all day
Dance until we're tired
Then we curl up tight
Dreaming by the firelight
We don't need much
a loving touch
Cradle your sweetheart
Throw your jealous passions
in the well well well
Deep in the well well well
Fiddle ringing like a bell, well well
Bringing heaven down to hell
Friends come 'round
Picking’ and a grinnin’
Such a warm fat sound
Everybody’s winning
In this dark strange world
Hearts unfurled
Treasure these days
Throw your bitter hatred
in the well well well
Deep in the well well well
Fiddle ringing like a bell, well well
Bringing heaven down to hell
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2. |
The Cellar Door
02:37
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The Cellar Door
Followed her down
Through the cellar door
Sweet smell of sawdust and lust
and I wanted more
Dazed by the fragrance
of her blackbird hair
Down down down
Through the cellar door
Followed her down
Step by step
Breathless under one naked bulb
Scared half to death
Strings of her apron
trailing behind
Down down down
Through the cellar door
Followed her down
A new world began
Drunk on the taste of her lips
Her tipsy grin
Thought I would drown
In warm cinnamon
As we lay down down down
I will follow her now
Through to heaven’s door
I’ll welcome that deep dreamless sleep
Grieve no more
A deluge of memories
Nearly 70 years
As we lower her down, down, down
Down down down
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3. |
Dirt Coloured Glasses
04:16
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Dirt Coloured Glasses
Put on my dirt coloured glasses
With my dirt covered hands
Oh everything I do
is dirtied, all through,
by what I know that I am
Just a little bit of self love
They tell me
It’s not so hard
Just a little bit of self love
Let a little sun through
But I just don’t feel it
it’s gotta be real if
I’m gonna change my view
How can I feel it
When my very spirit
Is a dirty, dark hue?
Just a little bit of self love
A little bit of respect
A little bit of self love,
Show yourself some grace and affection
But how can I feel
something not real?
With my dirt coloured glasses
and my dirt covered hands
Everything I do
will be dirtied all through
by what I know that I am
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4. |
My Dad
03:08
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My Dad
My dad
He could always build it
It would be solid, strong
Last a thousand years
through any storm
and it would be ugly,
His touch was seldom gentle but there was love,
My dad
He would invent it
Any puzzle would seed
a curious need
Welding steel
Problem solved
but oh so ugly
No sleek refined design
but lots of love, love love
My dad
He could explain it
Full of detail and diagrams
Demonstrations using fruit and cutlery
No subtlety
Black eyes blazing with intelligence
So passionate
And even though he’s left us
My wild and curious spirit bears his influence
My dad
Taught us to do it for ourselves
We built my first car
from rusty parts
Sanded silky smooth
and though the work was ugly
My heart would swell with pride
and happy love, love, love
My dad
He could always fix it
It would be bigger, tougher
And last a thousand years or more
Guaranteed to be ugly,
But that’s the way he knew to show us love
So I take the time to treasure
That small pang of pleasure
As I’m soldering wires
Checking my tyres
I miss my dad
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5. |
Cactus
02:48
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Cactus
Can you love a cactus?
Are you blind to the lily?
Are roses vain and silly and not your style?
Can you love a cactus?
Are you patient and tough
not afraid of getting rough
and getting wild?
For I’m prickly as all hell
you’ll be pulling out the spines from your smooth hands
but if you stick around for long enough
when I’m strong enough
you’ll see the most beautiful flower
All who have tried
to touch me inside
they bleed & run
but if you dare
to take a risk & care
you just might be the one
Can you love a cactus?
For I’m rare and I’m elusive
and there’s so much here to lose if you’re not game
Can you love a cactus?
For clearly I can see
that you’re as dangerous as me and I don’t mind
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6. |
Don't Get Too Close
03:41
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Don't Get Too Close
I got words as cruel as snipers
Sharp as falcons slicing air
Waiting just to take you down
The very second you get near
Quiet like a minefield
Trespassers beware
Don't get too close
I got walls as wide as Jericho
Just you try to break em down
I can see you hoarse and footsore
Still you keep on marching round
Go ahead drag that old arc
and sound your trumpet scream out loud
March yourself into the ground
But don't get too close
I got a head as hard as hatred
So you'd have to drill a hole
For your random acts of kindness
To drip down into my soul
Give up you'll never wear me down, I refuse to lose control
It’s laughable, more than pitiful
Watching you trying to squeeze love from stone
For the heart of the deepest darkest glacier
Could never be this cold, so don't get too close
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7. |
Skating Sally
01:29
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Here I go, a skating Sally
Over the ice
But the river only froze last night
Better think light
Same old lines
I hear the band tuning up to play the
Same old rhyme
The one I meant for you
Same old dime
That you come screeching to a halt in front of
every time
I get close to you
Here I go a skating Sally
Over the ice
But the river only froze last night
Better think light
Same old ride
I hear the wolves howling, feel the danger
Same old slide into the arms I crave
Same sweet lie
Ice is creakin’, strainin’ won't be long now
Save me Sally
From this frozen grave
Here I go a skating Sally
Over the ice
But the river only froze last night
Better think light
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8. |
Two Perfect Hours
03:08
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Two Perfect Hours
Two perfect hours
we adorned the grass like playful flowers
Cradled in the arms of Babylon
Stolen comfort
Right or wrong
Two perfect hours
Warm breath beneath my gaping dress
Skin and bone and fears released, confess
stolen comfort
Cursed or blessed
Two perfect hours
Pearly pale against his coffee coloured skin,
Forbidden sweetness
like a gypsy violin
Stolen comfort
No one wins
Two perfect hours
Fading sunlight threw it's patterns on the yard
And for a while it didn't seem so hard
Tasting glory beneath the stars
Tracing stories through our scars
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9. |
Inconvenient Song
02:28
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Inconvenient Song
Writing this song to impress you
while fighting this need,
Repressing this impulse that moves me to
move to a place by your side
Sending out lines to arrest you
Yet hoping their meaning will slide past your hawk-like mind
Shrouded in rhyme
But in vain, I’m as cryptic as a window pane
I know it’s all wrong
Singing my inconvenient song
But I’m so far gone
I’ll appear on the other side before too long
Picking out chords to confess to
Yet scolding this girl I’ve regressed to
It’s not my mind that’s driving these rhymes
But I’ve called the cops, the riot squad, the fire brigade
Singing my inconvenient song
But I’m so far gone
I’ll appear on the other side before too long
Warm melody woven to caress you
Suppressing the urge to undress you
With questions and riddles
Maybe tease you just a little
Instead I’ll tune up my fiddle
Count the next song down
Dream dreams when you’re not around
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10. |
Love and Other Crimes
02:50
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Love and Other Crimes
Let's take the top down
Chase the sun and steal the moon
Tear it all down,
Leave 'em dancing to our tune
Laugh and holler and sing all afternoon
I'm tired of tryin',
To find the answers in the wine
It’s probably lying
Though it’s tasting mighty fine
Way past cryin' gonna grow me a spine
For there's nothin' left to say here
Nothin worth a dime
Just hard, hard, hard times
Love and other crimes
Let's get some folks round
The ones that give a damn
Lose ourselves in some old guitar pickin' jam
I'll play it low down
'til I remember who I am
For there's nothin' left to say here
Nothin worth a dime
Lookin' back on hard, hard times
Love and other crimes
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11. |
Out Of My Kitchen
02:37
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Out Of My Kitchen
You take your mealy mouths
Out of my kitchen boys
Bragging and bitchin' makes mama mad
You take your mealy mouths
Out of my kitchen boys
Mealy mouths won't make your mama proud
You get your beady eyes
Out of my kitchen boys
You ain't entitled to all you see
You get your beady eyes
Out of my kitchen boys
Beady eyes are never satisfied
Keep your itchin’ mitts from my refrigerator
Keep your big fat heads from my fresh baked bread
Leave your greedy ego at the door
Got no earthly time for that shit no more
You get your tattling tongues
Out of my kitchen boys
Gossiping stories are boring as hell
You get your tattling tongues
Out of my kitchen boys
Tattling tongues, won't get the job done
Keep your itchin’ mitts from my refrigerator
Keep your big fat heads from my fresh baked bread
Leave your greedy ego at the door
Got no earthly time for that shit no more
You get your sneering scowls
Out of my kitchen boys
No fresh cookies for looking so sour
You get your sneering scowls
Out of my kitchen boys
Sneering scowls and tattling tongues
Beady eyes and big fat heads
Mealy mouths ain't welcome in this house
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12. |
One and One
04:07
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The One and One Blues
Why don’t you love me like you used to?
What do I have to do?
Used to talk to me for hours
Send me letters pressed with flowers
Now I’m your worn out shoe
Why don’t you love me like you loved me long ago
When one and one made two?
Why don’t you hold me like you used to?
Cold lonely carves me to the bone
Why don’t we cuddle like before
Like spoons all snuggled in a drawer?
I may as well sleep alone
Why don’t you hold me like you used to long ago?
Where’s that sweet love flown?
Now one and one makes nothing
A big round gaping hole I’m falling through
Wondering, wanting, wishing all was well
a wishing well to break the spell,
that’s breaking me and you
Now one and one leaves nothing
I’m stumbling in this void without a clue
What do I do?
Wondering, wanting, wishing all was well
a wishing well to break the spell,
that’s breaking me and you
Why don’t you see me anymore?
Deaf dumb and blind to all I do
I’m as real as I can be
Real good company
You know it’s true
Why don’t you love me like you loved me long ago
When one and one was me and you?
Why don’t you love me like you loved me long ago
When one and one made two?
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13. |
Everything Is Free
03:58
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Liz Frencham Trentham, Australia
Liz studied Jazz performance at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music & has been working full time as a musician for over ten years. She is an experienced multi-genre session double-bassist & vocalist who has become an audience favourite on the music festival circuit in Australia with acts like Frencham Smith, Jigzag, Devlish Mary, Red Juliet & Jimmy the Fish. ... more
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