The Whitlams Lyrics
The Whitlams Lyrics
"Band on Every Corner Lyrics"
Missing You Lyrics
The sun shines through the open window, The empty sides the shadows shallow My arm circles nothing at all, My fingers reach to touch the wall. Missing you when I'm
The sun shines through the open window, The empty sides the shadows shallow My arm circles nothing at all, My fingers reach to touch the wall. Missing you when I'm
Well there's a band on every corner
But I'm not in one
I hate three out of every four of them
But I haven't got a gun
I was ten hours asleep
But I stayed in my room
I forgot to remember
What I wanted to do
As the glare turns to twilight
My thoughts turn to food
Yeah and of what the hell happened
To the girl in the nud
Intellectualise My Blackness Lyrics
I hit him with a piece of his philosophy Anglo-Saxon muck in his type of greed What did he do to deserve such hate (He tried to) intellectualise my blackness He tri
eI hit him with a piece of his philosophy Anglo-Saxon muck in his type of greed What did he do to deserve such hate (He tried to) intellectualise my blackness He tri
She gave me a pill
She said it helped her in bed
When I lay down beside her
Couldn't even raise my head
What a fool am I
'Cause my dream was so bright
But I'm drowning in the city
With no saviour in sight
Well this night I'll go walking
Like the truth it's so near
I'll be back I imagine
To the boys and to the beer
stick to the good drinks martinis do bad things i know you get scared when you drive impaired i hesitate it's much too late i can't tell where this bed begins
I try and fill it with food
So I order a pizza
And the pizza-maker is rude
Lady in the jacket
Is looking just how I feel
So I sigh in my corner
And I ask for the bill
There's a band on every corner
But I'm not in one
I hate three out of every four of them
But I haven't got a gun
Ther
Let The Good Times Roll Lyrics
It opens up with the same old scene you pushing me on that tire swing Up so high I could almost touch the sky The picture fades to you and me caught stealing a kiss be
e's a band on every cornerIt opens up with the same old scene you pushing me on that tire swing Up so high I could almost touch the sky The picture fades to you and me caught stealing a kiss be
I only play in my room
Where the filth is familiar
And the piano's in tune
Words & Music: Tim Freedman
Tim Freedman: vocal, piano
Tim Hall: backing vocals, guitar
Chris Abrahams: harpsichord
Andy Lewis: bass
Michael Richards: drums
Steph Miller: mandolin, accordion, tin whistle