O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I’m not home right now. But if you want to leave a
Message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
Coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don’t know me,
But I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
As you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
Hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
Of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
Completion of their appointed rounds.

‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justice is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

Songwriters: Laurie Anderson

Run from the city. (From the city)
From the city to run,
Far from, the fuckin city. (The fuckin’ city)
With the city life I am done.
I got an itchin’ to run.

I remember when the city first called my name.
I went down there with a ten yard stare, never to be the same.
A bush whacking, babyface boy from the Barmah forest,
Looking for the rock and roll life.
Formed a little band, sometimes got out of hand, though we never got in too much strife.

Continued living life and the city I did love but the years flew by like the wind and on all the concrete, I got itchy feet, now it’s time to get out again.
I got an itchin’ to run...

from the city. (from the city)
From the city to run,
Far from, the fuckin city. (The fuckin’ city)
And what the city life has become.
I’ll live in a cabin, yeah I’ll pack up the wagon,
drive off into the sun. (into the sun)
Far from, (the fuckin city) the fuckin’city (the fuckin’ city)
With the city life I am done,
I got an itchin’ to run.

Many people have come and many people have gone.
The city chews them up and spits them out to fertilise the lawn
but the lawns are artificial, certified synthetic turf,
so the peoples’ remains end up eaten by the birds.
The birds there are all pigeons and they’re city dwellers too,
so the peoples remains end up churned into the poo
That decorate the buildings and the bridges around town,
Where the people remain, never to get out.

Now I’m hangin horizontal from a street sign as the years they quickly incline.
The winds of time they try to blow me away,
and I’m thinking as I’m screaming, to escape this nightmare dreaming,
I oughta move back to the country one day.

We could find a little block that looks the same as the lot and be boxed in without a view.
We could live out our days in a suburban maze but the thought’s enough to make me spew.
Ah, take me back home where the wombats roam and the owls stay up hunting all night.
I’d rather lose sleep from a hoot and a peep than the neighbours having a fight.
I got an itchin’ to run…

from the city. (from the city)
From the city to run,
Far from, the fuckin city. (The fuckin’ city)
And what the city life has become.
I’ll live in a cabin, yeah I’ll pack up the wagon,
Drive off into the sun. (into the sun)
Far from, (the fuckin city) the fuckin’city (the fuckin’ city)
With the city life I am done,
I got an itchin’ to run.

I’m leaving and this time it’s true.
Pack some boxes and clear the shed.
An old Victa and a timber bed. Yes I’m leaving,
And this much is true,
From the city life I have fled, country sunsets and a nice clear head.
Yes I’m leaving and this time it’s true.
Pack some boxes and clear the shed.
An old Victa and a timber bed. Yes I’m leaving,
And this much is true,
From the city life I have fled, country sunsets and a nice clear head.
There comes a time, when it’s just not good for your soul.
Working each day, just to live like a fish in a bowl
And maybe now that time has come.
But it’s not goodbye forever no, no.
I can come and visit you, you can come and visit too.
Come and spend some time with me and wake up in the country.

Really got an itchin’ to run
From the city to run,
Far from, the fuckin city. (The fuckin’ city)
And what the city life has become.
I’ll live in a cabin, yeah I’ll pack up the wagon,
Drive off into the sun. (into the sun)
Far from, (the fuckin city) the fuckin’city (the fuckin’ city)
With the city life I am done.

credits

released September 7, 2022
Music and lyrics written by Watty Thompson
Produced by Aaron Dobos and Watty Thompson
Recorded and mixed by Aaron Dobos
Mastered by Joe Carra at Crystal Mastering

Strings written and arranged by Lucy Rash
Guitars and vocals: Watty Thompson
Drums and percussion: Izzy Adjei
Bass guitar: Tom Hulse
Pedal steel guitar: Steve Veale
Lead guitar: Sam Montague
Cello: Lucy Waldron
Violin: Lucy Rash
Violin: Ella Summers
Backing vocals: Amy Dowd, Nitida Atkinson, Fenn Wilson, Michael Stowers and Izzy Adjei

Gonna take a freight train
Down at the station, Lord
I don’t care where it goes
Gonna climb a mountain
The highest mountain
I’ll jump off, nobody gonna know

Can’t you see, whoa, can’t you see
What that woman, Lord, she’s been doin’ to me?
Can’t you see, can’t you see
What that woman, she’s been doin’ to me?

I’m gonna find me a hole in the wall
I’m gonna crawl inside and die
‘Cause my lady, now a mean ol’ woman, Lord
Never told me goodbye

Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see
What that woman, Lord, she’s been doin’ to me?
Can’t you see, can’t you see
What that woman, Lord, she’s been doin’ to me?

I’ve gone to buy a ticket now, as far as I can
Ain’t a-never coming back
Ride me a southbound, all the way to Georgia now
‘Til the train, it run out of track

Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see
What that woman, Lord, she’s been doin’ to me?
Can’t you see, can’t you see
What that woman, she’ been doin’ to me?
Oh, dear Lord

Can’t you see, whoa, can’t you see
What that woman, Lord, she’s been doin’ to me?
Can’t you see, whoa, can’t you see
What that woman, she’s been doin’ to me?

Can’t you see (oh, she’s such a crazy lady), can’t you see
What that woman (what that woman), she’s been doin’ to me?
Can’t you see (Lord, I can’t stand), can’t you see
What that woman (oh), she’s been doin’ to me

Can’t you see (I’m gonna take a freight train), can’t you see (I’m down at the station, Lord)
What that woman, she’s been doin’ to me (ain’t never comin’ back, oh boy)
Can’t you see (gonna ride me a southbound, now)
Can’t you see (all the way to Georgia, Lord)
What that woman, she’s been doin’ to me? (’Til the train run out of track, oh, Lord)

Songwriter -Toy Caldwell

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Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’

I was layin’ in bed

Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all

If her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough

They never did like Mama’s homemade dress

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough

And I was standin’ on the side of the road

Rain fallin’ on my shoes

Heading out for the East Coast

Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through

Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam, I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out West

Split up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walkin’ away

I heard her say over my shoulder

“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”

Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat

Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew

Tangled up in blue

She was workin’ in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer

I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face

In the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out

I’s just about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair

Said to me, “Don’t I know your name?”

I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath

She studied the lines on my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove

And offered me a pipe

“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said

“You look like the silent type”

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burnin’ coal

Pourin’ off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs

There was music in the cafés at night

And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue

So now I’m goin’ back again

I got to get to her somehow

All the people we used to know

They’re an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenters’ wives

Don’t know how it all got started

I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives

But me, I’m still on the road

Headin’ for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled Up In Blue

-Bob Dylan

If I ask you to stay
Would you hold me in your arms
What a beautiful thing this could be
And I'd risk my heart breaking just to see where this could lead
What else am I going to do, but wonder my days through
You never know unless you let yourself see
You never know unless you open up your eyes
You never know until ya do
You never know until ya do
On this beautiful morning
Oh, there's a light in your eyes
And I don't know why sometimes
It makes me want to run and hide
But I'm getting a little older
Getting a little bolder
Gеtting a little wiser
Getting a littlе brighter
Ooh...
You never know unless you let yourself see
You never know unless you open up your eyes
You never know until ya do
You never know until ya do
You never know until ya do

Written by Erika Wennerstrom

Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!
Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!

Hey
Gu bukmak yolngu
Rom mulkiya dalkuma
Gu ngilimurru nhina dhiyala wangany’ngura
Mala Bukmak yolngu Ga balanda
Gu dharriyan ngali wangany’thirri

Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!
Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!

Hey!
I got a message for you
You got a message for me
One day we’ll come together
And sit down by the fire
Man I’ve got no reason to rush
I never lose touch
What kind of man do you think I am?

Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!
Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!
Milkumana!
Wangany’thirri!
Milkumana!

I don’t know where we went wrong
(Milkumana)
We’re just kids trying to get back home
(Wangany’thirri)
Who’s gonna lead us, who’s gonna follow?
Show me the way, show me the way
Show me the way, the way the way
I don’t know where we went wrong
(Milkumana)
We’re just kids trying to get back home
(Wangany’thirri)
Who’s gonna lead us, who’s gonna follow?
Show me the way, show me the way
Show me the way, the way the way
Show me the way, show me the way
Show me the way, the way the way
Show me the way, show me the way
Show me the way, the way the way
(Milkumana)

Songwriters-King Stingray

Some people seek their fortune on the turn of a card
Or throwing some bones in a whiskey glass
‘Cause if you wanna seek your fortune, need a lot of luck
I was standing there when the lightning struck

I feel a heavy hand
Tangling with my plans

It’s in the stars, it’s our destiny
It’s in the stars, written you and me
It’s in the stars, it’s no mystery
It’s in the stars, written you and me

Well, there’s a poisonous cloud, there’s a sickness in the land
All the judges in their robes got their rubber stamps
Well, do you wanna dance till the roof caves in?
Yeah, and the guitars scream and the choir still sings

I feel a heavy hand
Tangling with my plans

It’s in the stars, it’s our destiny
It’s in the stars, written you and me
It’s in the stars, there’s no mystery
It’s in the stars, it’s just you and me

Yeah, it’s in the stars, it’s our destiny
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s in the stars, written you and me, yeah
Yeah, it’s in the stars, there’s no mystery
Yeah, yeah, it’s in the stars, in the stars, in the stars
It’s in the stars, in the stars, in the stars
It’s in the stars
Yeah

Songwriters: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

Hey god! I’ll trade you Donald trump for Leonard Cohen. Cmon god/ you know which way the wind’s a blowin. The climate is so hot and then it starts a snowin. Waddya say God Donald Trump for Leonard Cohen.

Hey God/ I’ll trade you Donald Trump for Muhammad Ali. Cmon God you don’t need glasses I means you can really see. They’re locking up the poor folks don’t want em to be free. Whaddya say god- Trump for Cassius Clay

I don’t know what happened were the people smokin coke? Is this some kinda crazy elaborate joke? There’s people that are sick and their noses are a runny. If this is a joke I don’t really think it’s funny.

Hey god I’ll Trade you Donald Trump for Carrie fisher cmon god you know the planet’s in the pisser. We don’t need some swindler a pussy grabber and a kisser. Whaddya say god? Donald Trump for Princess Leia.

Hey god I’ll trade you Donald trump for David Bowie. Cmon god you know the Russian nukes are gettin glowy. The heat’s a comin down when it should be nice and snowy. Whaddya say god? Donald Trump for ziggy stardust.

Hey God I’ll trade you Donald trump for Harper Lee. I’ll even throw in a mockingbird set my people free. The banks are gettin fat and they’re full on lots of greed. Whaddya say god? Donald trump for Harper Lee!

I don’t know what happened were the people reading fake news? Did they ignore the alarm and did everyone hit snooze? There’s people that need healthcare that are sleeping on the streets. While Donald’s in his golden tower wrapped in satin sheets.

Hey God I’ll trade you Donald trump for prince. When I see Cheeto Jesus man it makes want to wince. The planet hasn’t been the same at all ever since. Whaddya say god? Orange face for purple rain.

Hey god! I’ll trade you Donald trump for Leonard Cohen. Cmon god/ you can do anything after all you are all knowin. When Donald opens up his mouth the hellish winds start blowin. Whaddya say God Trump for Woody Guthrie.

Songwriter-Steve Poltz

I love stealing from woolies
I love stealing from woolies
I love stealing from woolies
I do it every $$$$ing day

x2

Catch me if you can, catch me if you can,
I've got it in my bags, I've got it in my bags,
I'm leaving out the store.
Catch me if you can, catch me if you can,
I've got it in my bag, I've got it in my bag,
I'm leaving out the door

If you use this in court; I didn't do nothing at all,
Cuz unlike you, I don't recall.

Wage theft, price hikes, and deceit
How about this, here's our $$$$ing receipts!

You got your billionaire profits, I got your stock in my pockets,
Here's my everyday rewards, now get down here and suck it.

Hey secret shoppers - you better not snitch,
Cuz here comes that little ginger bitch

I won't pay for shit and you can kiss my derrière
Unexpected Item in the bagging area...?


We love stealing from woolies
We love stealing from woolies
We love stealing from woolies
We do it every $$$$ing day

I thought of you when they closed down the school
And the hospital too
Did they think that you were better?
They were wrong
You had so many friends
They all left you in the end
'Cause they couldn't take the patter

And I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and men united by a struggle
Going down
You've got to walk into the water
With your sister and your daughter
In this free world

If I wore your shades could I share your point of view?
Could I make you feel better?
Paint a picture, write a letter?
Well I know what you're saying
But I see the things you do
And it's much too dangerous
To get closer to you

But I will see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and men united by the struggle
Going down
With a pocketful of plastic
Like a dollar on elastic
In this free world
(I wouldn't tell you if I didn't care)

I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and men united by the struggle
And the ghettoes are full of Mercedes Benz
And you'd never hurt a friend
Who wouldn't tell you

It's cold and it's going to get colder
You may not get much older
You're much too scared of living
And to die is a reliable exit
So you push it and you test it
With 'Thunderbird' and 'Rivin'

And I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and men united in the struggle
In this free world baby
Got to take it got to grab it
Got to get it up and shag it
In this free world

Going down
You've got to get into the water
Like a lamb goes to the slaughter
In this free world baby
Going down
With a pocketful of plastic
Like a dollar on elastic
In this free world

Songwriter: Kirsty MacColl

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He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
And the palace in the sun

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls, he often wandered
With the secrets of the world

And his subjects gathered ‘round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones

And they carried them to the flat lands
But they died along the way
And they build up with their bare hands
What we still can’t do today

And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can’t remember when
Or how I lost my way

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer

-Neil Young

Goin’ down, goin’ down
Gonna find another way
Goin’ down, goin’ down
As my old man would say
Gotta shake that ball and chain
Gotta turn the wheels and go

Goin’ down, goin’ down
Gonna hear the music play
Gonna leave it on the floor
Gonna dance these blues away
When the good ol’ boys start pickin’
Gonna turn the night to the day

Going down to the Rockdale
Gonna lay it all down for you
Leave your coat at the hotel
We’ll be hanging in the old barroom

Lock the doors, feed the hounds
We’ll be at least a day or two
Grab the bottle, make my rounds
‘Till there’s nothing left to do
The glass jar with the money
Honey how ‘bout dancing shoes?

Going down to the Rockdale
Gonna lay it all down for you
Leave your coat at the hotel
We’ll be hanging in the old barroom

Going down to the Rockdale
Gonna lay it all down for you
Leave your coat at the hotel
We’ll be hanging in the old barroom

I don’t know if we’ll ever go home again
The open road’s got me thinking like a different man
Fifteen miles to the places we might go
So I’ll lend my ears to the wind

Going down to the Rockdale
Gonna lay it all down for you
Leave your coat at the hotel
We’ll be hanging in the old barroom

Going down to the Rockdale
Gonna lay it all down for you
One night to live for
And the sun will be rising soon

Songwriters: Matthew Dolan Campbell / Richard Louis Mitarotonda

Livin’ in a city of immigrants

I don’t need to go travelin’

Open my door and the world walks in

Livin’ in a city of immigrants

Livin’ in a city that never sleeps

My heart keepin’ time to a thousand beats

Singin’ in languages I don’t speak

Livin’ in a city of immigrants


City of black

City of white

City of light

City of innocents

City of sweat

City of tears

City of prayers

City of immigrants


Livin’ in a city where the dreams of men

Reach up to touch the sky and then

Tumble back down to earth again

Livin’ in a city that never quits

Livin’ in a city where the streets are paved

With good intentions and a people’s faith

In the sacred promise a statue made

Livin’ in a city of immigrants


City of stone

City of steel

City of wheels

Constantly spinnin’

City of bone

City of skin

City of pain

City of immigrants

Hup


All of us are immigrants

Every daughter, every son

Everyone is everyone

All of us are immigrants

Everyone


Livin’ in a city of immigrants

River flows out and the sea rolls in

Washin’ away nearly all of my sins

Livin’ in a city of immigrants


City of black (All of us are immigrants)

City of white

City of light (Every daughter, every son)

I’m livin’ in a city of immigrants

City of sweat (Everyone is everyone)

City of tears

City of prayers (All of us are immigrants)

Livin’ in a city of immigrants

City of stone (All of us are immigrants)

City of steel

City of wheels (Every daughter, every son)

Livin’ in a city of immigrants

City of bone (Everyone is everyone)

City of skin

City of pain (All of us are immigrants)

City of immigrants

[Outro]

All of us are immigrants

All of us are immigrants

Songwriter-Steve Earle (2007)

AMAZING she was 17 when she recorded this….

Wake up humans
you fucking idiots
Wake up to yourself
What the fuck are you doing now?

When you gonna stop
making them guns and bombs and drones and planes
and trucks and tanks and jeeps and boats
When you gonna stop
Marching around in your stupid uniforms
Marching around in your stupid uniforms

So do we need a spaceman to work it all out
Do we need an alien to calm it all down
Do we need a boogie man to follow us around
or do we just need a hairy old man on a cloud

Wake up humans
You fucking idiots
When I say humans I’m talking to the man
climb down off your horse
and take your hand right off that sword
leave the lions alone

When you gonna stop
catching those great big fish
in your super yacht
you fucking wally wankers
you fucking idiots

Do we need a spaceman to work it all out
Do we need an alien to calm it all down
Do we need a boogie man to follow us around
or do we just need a hairy old man on a cloud
a hairy old man with a beard who lives on a cloud

Would it be a boring world
if we were to be sensible and nice
do we need to be nasty to stay entertained
and think of interesting new things

So do we need a spaceman to work it all out
Do we need an alien to calm it all down
Do we need a boogie man to follow us around
or do we just need a hairy old man on a cloud
When you gonna give up your nationalism
When you gonna give up your patriotism
When you gonna give up your religiosity
When you gonna give up
your ridiculous ancestral belief
a hairy old man with a beard who lives on a cloud
do we need a hairy old man who lives on a cloud
a hairy old man with a beard who lives on a cloud

Songwriter-Peter O’Doherty

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

Hey Jude, don’t be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don’t let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,
You’re waiting for someone to perform with.
And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you’ll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.

Na na na nananana, nannana, hey Jude...
(repeat X number of times, fade)

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

Something's wrong with the world
It's like nobody knows its worth
Filled with cars and greed and wealth
How do we start to save ourselves?


How do you see the world we're living in?
Are we the greatest thing or are we nothing?
How do you see the world we're living in?
Are we the greatest thing or are we nothing?


Something's wrong in this world
The culprits seem to be ourselves
Image rules yet substance falls
When will we learn to know its worth?


How do you see the world wе're living in?
Are we thе greatest thing or are we nothing?
How do you see the world we're living in?
Are we the greatest thing or are we nothing?


We should know that there's no looking back
The time has come for us to act and react
Even though the ones who know are spitting facts
We're all just staring at our TV screens
Sat back and relaxed

Songwriter-Amber Strawbridge

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Enjoy your weekend…..War Is Over If You Want It ….And We All Want It Over
I was lucky enough to be in the room with Rockpile a few times. Included below is some fabulous moments...and one You Tube (audio only) of a Rockpile Gig I was at in NYC @ The Palladium.
Simply, this band could rock like no other....they don't make it like this no more....

The billionaire set off into space
To colonise the stars for the new human race
I went back into the garden and sat against a wattle tree
Then all at once coming down the track
I looked up in collision with all I lack
And when the lightning struck violent
The flash went inside my brain
And I never felt the same
Sex, Death and Choices babe
Spend your whole life just fighting the rage
And when the peace comes upon you
You spit out the unfamiliar taste
Sex, Death and Choices babe
Sex, Death and Choices babe
Is the love you had
Worth the trouble you gave?
Sex, Death and Choices
The boy wanted to be a star
He didn't know why
But he got real far
He was smiling the first time
They put him on the TV
Then he called me one night from out in the cold
Crying it's all gone
What's not lost is sold
And I cried for him and I lied for him
And I wrote this song for him
And I was humble for a while
Humble
Sex, Death & Choices babe
Spend you're whole life sharpening the blade
And when the times comes for killing you end up running away
Sex Death and Choices babe
In the war to survive and replicate
Are you writing the script or acting out the play?
Sex, Death and Choices
Now there's a dome in the desert
Out past the hill
A city where you'll be judged by your will
And I was understanding
The science pointed the other way
But hey
I must have been mistaken
Cause on a throne of bones sits a boastful man
The key to tomorrow
Firmly in his hand and he decides who hides behind the mirrors in the sand
I heard the cry come down from the second row
As all the guns rang out and the ocean overflowed
I stared into your eyes and we danced in the last of the light
And time was still for a while
Still

Writer: JULIEANNE CRIGHTON, CLINTON WILLIAM CRIGHTON

Passing through a bit too late
For the day to be here
To go get to my dad’s
To get some food and stuff
To do that day
Do that day
Do that day

Yeah, I’m sorry
But I’m not gonna wanna
It’s the time of day I can get my haircut
It’s the time of day I can get my haircut

I wanna come back in town
Tomorrow or Saturday morning
And then go hang with me
Haha, Haha
Haha, Haha

Yeah, I’m sorry
But I’m not gonna wanna
Is the time of day I can get my haircut

Songwriters

• Sima Cunningham

• Macie Stewart