And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free. The first thing I do when I get into town Is buy a twenty-two and cut the whole thing down No amount of work’s gonna buy my way to freedom. The Complete Cold Chisel von Cold Chisel; Swingshift von Cold Chisel; Rockpalast 1982 von Cold Chisel; The Live Tapes - Vol. . so lazy with her pistol hand As her hair hung hot off the loom A red-eyed Chicken felt like stepping in But his lines lacked their customary cool Her conversation flowed like treacle from a tin And Chicken felt like some kind of fool, Oh Yeah! Everybody wants to be a wannabe Living in a limousine Everybody wants to be a tragedy In a supermarket magazine. It had chart success from the late 70s up until their most recent album releases since 2011, with nine albums making the Australian top ten. The Live Tapes Vol. 1. I Gotta Get Back On The Road lyrics Cold Chisel − / 5 (−) playlist. Mr. Crown Prosecutor No matter what I say or do You take money, to put whatever May be the opposite view What you see, is what I am I will always be, an honest man Mr Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand I can’t say the same about you, Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now I’ll show you where your children play The deep shit they get to play with And the people that they’ve got to pay I got caught, in a traffic jam A girl on the street, with a chain of command Goin’ up through the city To the government of the day, Mr. Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand The hands of a fish so small You know, if it wasn’t so I wouldn’t be here at all What you see, is what I am I will always be, an honest man Lost in the blind stupidity of it all, Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now I’ll show you where your children play The deep shit they get to play with And the people that they’ve got to pay But Mr. Crown Prosecutor, if you look You’ll find where it tells it to ya in this book How the vine by the well Gotta branch out over the wall, I know this little girl she’s quite a picture I do my very best oh boy to keep her She’s got what it takes to warm my soul Maybe it’s because she wears no makeup Doesn’t think she’s got the legs that shape up She can’t rock but boy she can roll I know I got, She’s all that I need Hanging around She’s all I need She makes my world feel so good to me We turn on in the most peculiar places Many people turn with bowed red faces We don’t care what they say all the same, I got this little girl she’s quite a picture Ain’t no-one anywhere ever gonna steal her She has won my heart I love her so, Well I was pretty young She was young and pretty I was so naive It was such a pity I said now baby don’t you waste your time Just cryin’ for me I gotta go away for a while And you can be free, And baby, baby, it’s my turn to cry Baby, baby, it’s my turn to cry, I found a job And you found a lover He’d been married before But you needed the shelter When I told you to have a good time I think you took me all wrong Next thing I know you’re engaged And a kid is coming along, (I’m sittin’ at home, watchin’ the walls My mouth is parched, my stomach’s tight You said goodbye, you turned you back I guess you know what’s right . . 2: Live At Bombay Rock, April 27, 1979, The Live Tapes Vol. . I never did right My whole life’s been on a long storm There’s only one thing sadder than the cold and rain That’s the midnight whistle on the train, There’s a woman, Oh don’t you know Always on my mind I don’t think that she really knows How much I’ve tried Met her one time so long ago I was so untrue I was lost had no place to go And I was asking you Baby pull me through, Come the weekend, out with a friend Who do I see There’s the girl I’ve been waiting to know Looking so carefree I was not gonna spoil it for myself Like the time before Ask her kindly, girl won’t you dance Lead her to the floor Ask her just once more, Baby listen, won’t you listen You don’t know just what we’ve been missing I just think of you all the time C’mon baby just say you’re mine I ain’t living for nothing but you, Oh this woman, I tell you so She’s the loving kind I will get her one day, I hope It’s a matter of time Left my number, she said she’d call Call me anytime I’ll be waiting, ready to go We could be doing fine Just you give me a sign, Baby listen, won’t you listen You don’t know just what we’ve been missing I just think of you all the time C’mon baby just say you’re mine I ain’t living for nothing but you Nothin’ but you, Anywhere or time I think about her Especially when I’m on my own and when I’m lonely It doesn’t matter where I be, she follows me And with my friends words, stuck in conversation Sitting down I feed the revelation I can’t hear the words I’m lost in my mind I can’t stay, She was a secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I got this notion I got this notion for you, You are the one I dream of And no one else comes nearer You are the one I dream of You never met me but I don’t care, Anytime or when I think about her Especially when I’m on my own It doesn’t matter where I be, she follows me, She was a secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I got this notion for you, Anytime, time I think about her Especially when I’m on my own and feeling lonely It doesn’t where I be, she follows me With my friends, words stuck in conversation A sitting down the local, feed the relevation I can’t hear the words I’m lost in mind I start to say, She was a secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I got this notion I got this notion for you She was the secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I’ve got this notion for you I’ve got this notion for you, You ain’t got nothin’ that you need so bad That you couldn’t give it up for a choice of two An unseen chance is gonna come your way Before this night is through, Blackjack, baccarat, matters of the heart If you’ve just got the money You’re a loser to start And you can fold away your dreams as they come true Dreams come true, Walkin’ down Forbes Street, Early hours of Wooloomooloo Chancy games in a hotel room On Springfield Avenue, And if the numbers fall And if the numbers fall right And if the numbers fall I know all my dreams come true, I know you’re old Cause all you’re laying down is Easy gold You never take your heart uptown anymore You don’t bleed anymore The Forbes Street croupiers Are lookin’ like cashers at a Black and White Charity Ball, Roll ‘em up once Roll ‘em up twice The rustle of the money And the click o’ the dice Five-fifty dollars on the wheel Oughta make it For six I’ll teach your sister to Shake it, shake it, shake it, Rich girls, bad girls Jumpin’ on a fad girls Cuttin’ things fine is how I first met you Livin’ outside in the real estate You know we stake a little more Than just a dollar or two, And if the numbers fall And if the numbers fall right And if the numbers fall I know all my dreams’ll come true, Long ago in college days You could measure my hand By the style of my play Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low I had little to do and nothing to say Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe To my skin and my bones I just had to go Then everyday and every time I stayed My feet were burnin’ You just got to know It’s a never ending show Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go, As we slaved out west On the cotton chipping For the money we got I knew we were slipping But later speeding down the Puttee Road Our heads were high And our hearts were skipping And we drove all day down Wallacia way For three long days of music and friends And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies When the last note died We hit the road again, And oh Well I guess its never quite the same again Somebody moves his money in, Saturday night and Tony and me Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea The Duke was howlin’ down in Sydney town And when the Duke’s around There’s just one place to be And the rain came down In Pitt Street in the morning The air was alive with little wings We slept in the car till the dawning And we broke our fast like vagabond kings. . . Baby, that’s ok, I’ll live to fight another day Black man, on the ropes At Jimmy Sharman’s fighting ring I’ve seen a lot of things before I had the time to sort them through I’m takin’ time for you, Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now, After all is said and never done Take a long term view Everybody blows a few It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one, Young man, getting old, watching elevators fold Doctor, you know me, wrap me up when nights are cold Last night I walked through miles of closed arcades and home again I’m tired but alive I know that you are too, Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now After all is said and never done Take a long term view Everybody blows a few It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one, I’ve worked in better times When I survived to see things in their prime I know that you will too, You got nothing I want You got nothing I need. Driving the nightshift again Driving the nightshift again The times I’ve rolled this line, this same old Long headed East double lane, Driving these nightshifted eyes Driving these nightshifted eyes To light my way from midnight out to Hay There’s big summer moon on the rise, Puts me in a mind, of once upon a time A hall above the beach when I was young, it was Too many years, too far behind Old piano, saxophone and drum, And hanging out over the sea That same summer moon laid for me A road of light on out into the night A highway to where I could be, If ever I can find that innocence of mind The wonder in that younger set of eyes I’ll get it on the road, the rhythm of the line The wheeling of the desert where it flies, Come on roll up that line baby roll Light up these nightshifted eyes Speed my way from midnight out to Hay Big summer moon on the rise, Speed my way from midnight out to Hay Big summer moon on the rise, I’m gonna find a way to make this day The best one so far It didn’t happen yesterday Hangin’ in the bar, I rang someone from long ago Someone from a situation Long forgotten, better left alone, If you believe in love, you leave the door ajar I’m gonna find a way to make this day The best one so far, I’m gonna find a way to blow away the rain It didn’t happen yesterday I couldn’t face the train, All around, the office crowd Filled the city, talking loud Off their face, I slipped away alone, I wandered home, the streets were empty As they often are I’m gonna find a way to make this day The best one so far, I’m gonna find a way to turn this world around Find a way to make it through, And not go down, If you believe in love, that’s the morning star I’m gonna find a way to make this day The best one so far. He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage Well he’s trapped! Most Popular Albums . Cold Chisel Lyrics, Songs, Albums And More at SongMeanings! Volume 2, The World's Best Ever Beer Songs, Volume 3. Explain your version of song meaning, find more of Cold Chisel lyrics. The summer lightning flicks in sheets Across the world tonight All across this little town This little party light Strung out with the others Down a highway bleak and beautiful as you All flash And no relief in sight, One kiss, you and I Could outrun anything we do For a while And that’s alright. Lyrics.com » Search results for 'cold chisel' Yee yee! We've found 26 lyrics, 26 artists, and 49 albums matching cold chisel.. When the sun goes down Oh! You're Thirteen, You're Beautiful and You're Mine... 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Edit. . . Lyrics for You Are So Beautiful by Cold Chisel You give me hope, pourin' right through my heart You got my big motor running, and we're ready to start You are so beautiful, hard to believe And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free. . When the sun goes down Oh! Let’s take a walk girl See what we can see I talk to you girl You can talk to me But if you look real hard Into someone else’s eyes You can find a soul and set it free, Once around the sun is nothin I can’t seem to get enough of you girl in my life, Sometimes it’s funny what the heart can see While eyes can only stare in disbelief Well there’s a place way down Most people try to hide Like a place in you I hope to find, Once around the sun is nothin I can’t seem to get enough of you girl in my life Once around the sun will find me Well any place that you’re beside me here girl in my life, Let’s take a walk girl See what we can see I talk to you girl You can talk to me Sometimes it’s funny what the heart can see While eyes can only stare in disbelief And if you look real hard Into someone else’s eyes You can find a soul and set it free, City life is closing in on me The way things go, thirty years, Bus timetable’ll be my elergy, Up at seven every working day Pay comes in, pay goes out It’s a week-by-week charade, General panic in the marketplace Boss found hung in office Could not stand the pace, And as the peak-hour traffic jams below Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour People come and go, Wandered down along the river last night Call me romantic, I say I couldn’t sleep Until the first-light struck me down, Padding homeward on the inside lane Early morning, freeway’s cool and quiet Dodging rubber stains, People talking in a seaside bar I ain’t sentimental, but Lord Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far, You know I’ll disappear some long weekend Find a mangrove landscape Stretch out along some busted jetty And forget who I am, You go to move You got to go You go to be somebody You got to roll You got to stop You got to change You got to make a little money And be a little strange, And one long day Is all it takes to steal her heart away One long night And it’s allright, you’ve done it again Soft, low words And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans One long day Layed by dreams Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town Dreams so far From the subway, the crowds heading home Close each day In technicolor, a million miles away One long night and you’re alone, Meanwhile City ways Life goes creeping on Sometimes I get the blues, I believe we’re worlds apart And I don’t know if I’m getting through Oh I I believe we’re worlds apart And I don’t know if I’m getting through, I don’t wanna talk And I don’t wanna fight I’m in the mood for attention tonight But every time that I make a move You turn and walk away, I get the feeling That you’re not accepting This love I’m offering around Cause every time that I make a move You just can’t be found, And you’re the only one Who can make me feel the way that you do You are the only one Who can make me feel it too, And I’m not expected to be your intended You just like to have me around A week I’ve been planning to take you out Now you won’t come past your door, You are the only one Who can make me feel the way that you do You are the only one Who can make me feel it too, And you know that I I believe we’re worlds apart And I don’t know If I’m getting through Oh I I believe we’re worlds apart And I don’t know If I’m getting though And I don’t know if I’m getting through To you, Painted doll, on a painted stage Painted doll, on a painted stage She’s just a one-man Punch and Judy show For caliphs twice her age Painted doll, on a painted stage, The more they look at her The less I see The more they look at her The less I see It’s a tricky situation when some Parasite has got my painted doll And she’s got me, Lookin’ down Sydney Harbour in the rain My pretty baby’s slappin’ up another vein If this is gonna be her final wage My heart may never see this world again, She’s my little sick salome And it’s breakin’ me in two Painted doll I’ve got a deal for you, I spent my lunch hour Watching middleage businessmen, readin’ a lot And dreaming of the things they never had They make you feel so bad They make you feel so sad They make you feel so low, They try to tell me What I’m doing ain’t right They try to tell me What I do ain’t right They make you feel so bad They make you feel so sad They make you feel so low, Trying, crying Crying about all the lovin’ you promised to me If you see me, while you free me Just tell me your leavin’, you won’t be coming back to me Come back to me, If you see me, free me Don’t leave me hanging ’round your doorstop no more I’ve been trying, I’ve been crying Been trying and crying Just gotta get back to you Just to get back to you, Still I’m trying Every single day of my life Everytime I try to see you You step out of line It makes you feel so bad It makes you feel so sad It makes you feel so alone, I’ve been living In the Plaza Hotel It ain’t the Hilton But I live well Holes in the ceiling Holes in the floor Wallpaper’s peeling There’s a nude on the door, Pretty girls They jump and shout Cops come running When I step out I get some money When they page me to the phone You know man cannot live on Empty principles alone, And who’s gonna judge The role somebody plays In someone else’s budget movie Come on up to my room baby I need a co-star And I can’t afford to be too choosy, Pretty little thing there’s a smoky moon Pretty little thing up between the dunes Pretty little thing there’s a place I know Pretty little thing, lets go, I say yeah, yeah, yeah, Pretty little thing, I want you, Pretty little thing the way you stagger around Like Bambi gotten lost on a handful o’ mandies An’ all o’ these hillbillies hangin’ around To see if you can handle it, and fillin’ their immediate plans with you, Well they don’t know jack shit and for all o’ your Juiced up, anyone’s, user pays little act You know you ain’t never gonna fall And there ain’t no one o’ them’ll ever get to lay their hands on you, I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Pretty little thing when you need a ride Pretty little thing I got the wheels outside, I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Pretty little thing you know I can’t afford the time I get easily bored, Pretty little thing underneath what’s real o’ that Pretty little thing for the taking deal, well Pretty little thing you know I just might feel like Goin’ for a ride in the moonlight and doin’ what I can for you, Way out back of the Coolgardie Round the turn of the century Two riders came out of the west They were lookin’ for the colour of gold Trading on an old red blanket Took ‘em in a young boy Passed him on to a pearl lugger That was Java bound outa Roebuck Bay, The crew were mainly Manila men And the young boy must have known He’d never be back now Down in the red sand, Manila-man got the machete Manila-man cut him down cold Die with the Balander boss on a lugger Could not have been more Than twelve years old, Looking out on a clear sky As the sun beats down on her head A mother alone Fails to understand And as the long years go by Just an old red blanket to dry The tears for the son Who’ll never be home Down in the red sand, Ian Moss, Peter Moss, Cal Curtis – Mushroom Music / Control / Control, She just jumped on a plane Paid no attention to me Gave me no notice But her goodbyes sure were sweet Said she’s gonna write Maybe call me up She checked her bags And then she broke my heart She kissed my cheek And told me not to keep in touch, I said the Rising Sun just stole my girl away The Rising Sun just stole my girl away The Rising Sun just stole my girl I’m gonna catch a plane and steal her back again The Rising Sun just stole my girl away, Now we’re apart I think about her everyday Well the scuffle of little feet All round the bed I’m gettin’ no cards, gettin’ no mail Tokyo Rose is on the radio If she don’t come home I know that’s where I’m gonna go.
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