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Close Your Mouth
02:29
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I don't like football anymore
I know I shouldn't be keeping every score
But sometimes I do and sometimes you do too
So don't rehearse any speeches
You know it’s not the time for excuses
Just close your mouth and kiss me
Just close your mouth
I can't stop thinking anything
But stupid stories around our arguing
Perhaps just tonight we forget wrong and right
So don't rehearse any speeches
You know it’s not the time for excuses
Just close your mouth and kiss me
Just close your mouth…. and kiss me
When we signed on the dotted line
Became attached, but not aligned
So don't rehearse any speeches
You know it’s not the time for excuses
Just close your mouth and kiss me
So don't rehearse any speeches
You know it’s not the time for excuses
Just close your mouth and kiss me
And rest your mind
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2. |
Good Together
03:35
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He saw her bouncing round the courtyard
A yoga queen in a pair of Blundstone boots
Out of his league, but maybe not too far
If the wind blows when the arrow shoots
She opens fire with all her feelings
He holds his back to think them through
Then she asks him to open up his heart
All his life that's what he's been trying to do
Their friends say they look good together
They hold a mirror to each other's face
Honesty is the ultimate tether
The mind can be such a selfish place
She drives her car without her seatbelt on
He would probably drive with the hand brake on
But the one in her car doesn't even work
Maybe they should just walk on
Their friends say they look good together
They hold a mirror to each other's face
Honesty is the ultimate tether
The mind can be such a selfish place
She calls him up to ask him over
He says “Is that a good idea?”
She says “No it’s not, it’s definitely not...
“So... when can you get here?”
Their friends say they look good together
They hold a mirror to each other's face
Honesty is the ultimate tether
The mind can be such a selfish place
The mind can be such a selfish place
The mind can be such a selfish place
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3. |
Oil, Love & Oxygen
03:36
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Swiftly the ice is conceding defeat
The river of life is commencing retreat
Melting until just a trickle remains
It’ll take millions of years to get flowing again.... It’s a shame
Oil, love and oxygen are the things we burn
On which we depend, but is it my concern?
Oil, love and oxygen
Massive extinction event number six
Another species just drops off the list
When it can’t adapt to the rate of this change
The children of men are fanning the flames.... We are to blame
Oil, love and oxygen are the things we burn
On which we depend, but is it my concern?
The famous Northwest Passage is open at the same time as the passage in the northeast
It’s the first time this event has happened in a hundred and twenty-five thousand years at least
It’s gonna cut four thousand miles off the journey from Germany to Japan
We’re still a ship of fools looking for oil, love and oxygen
My silence will not protect me
My silence will not protect me
My silence will not protect me
Oil, love and oxygen are the things we burn
On which we depend, but is it my concern....if these things should end?
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4. |
The Relation Ship
03:52
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What would my pain body have to do if I ever really got over you?
And one song was never gonna be enough
Never ever ever gonna be enough
What would my pain body have to do if I ever really got over you?
And one song was never gonna be enough
Never ever ever gonna be enough
The ocean is cut by the bow of the boat
But water heals quick under its frothy coat
A mere flesh wound just floats away
And I hope mine will too, but secretly hope... that it stays
What would my pain body have to do if I ever really got over you?
And one song was never gonna be enough
Never ever ever gonna be enough
I lay with my ear in the wedge of your hips
And under your skin I heard creaking ships
The truth it seems is a four-metre swell
But we hold it together remarkably well
What would my pain body have to do if I ever really got over you?
And one song was never gonna be enough
Never ever ever gonna be enough
A friend told me that something’s gotta give
Either your paradigm or your relationship
But the funny thing about paradigms Is that they change... all the time
What would my pain body have to do if I ever really got over you?
And one song was never gonna be enough
Never ever ever gonna be enough
And what would my pain body have to do if I ever really got over you?
And one song was never gonna be enough
Never ever ever gonna be enough
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5. |
Perfect as Cats
03:01
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I’ve never been one quick out of the blocks
And then I rush to reach the end too soon
Robert Smith said that. You’re perfect as cats
Robert Smith he said that too
Perfect as cats, I scratched your back
Perfect as cats, you scratched me back
They’re curious as hell, but they just don’t care
It’s a strange dichotomy, something to learn from there
I’m glad you were curious, and let me kiss you
Took me till dawn to make my move
Perfect as cats, I scratched your back
Perfect as cats, you scratched me back
Feminine and feline, curled up against me
Playful companion, pupils growing to see
An all-purpose tongue and a curious paw
Oh I don’t mind if you don’t come, when I call
Perfect as cats, I scratched your back
Perfect as cats, you scratched me back
Perfect as cats, I scratched your back
Perfect as cats, you scratched me back
You scratched me back
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6. |
Dull Ache
04:24
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I'm gonna seize the night, because my favourite time of day
Is when shadows accelerate to their grave
But first I must get through depression every afternoon
It’s too bright, I'll sit and wait for the moon
Dull ache, dull ache, dull ache, dull ache
You looked into my eyes, declared me already gone
Calculating the pros and cons, on and on and on
I felt I saw the whole universe at the age of six
Why does anything exist? Why not just a void of blackness?
Do I not believe in magic?
Dull ache, dull ache, dull ache, dull ache
How sensitive my eyes to machinations through my mind
And my skin is too thin to be in this wind
Dull ache, dull ache, dull ache, dull ache
Dull ache, dull ache, dull ache, dull ache
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7. |
Kissing and Comedy
03:10
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We're spinning, evolving, we're falling towards a niche
Exploring and stretching the fabric within our reach
All of these wonderfully beautiful intricate living patterns have their own specialty
In the case of us humans it's kissing and comedy
Maybe you'll find your perfect partner on a social networking site
Engineer a dog so damn boring that it’s got neither bark nor bite
Maybe you’ll write computer programs, think that code is poetry
But the only tried and true therapy
It’s not whispers from Christianity
Or another prayer from a bended knee
But you can have your gods and goddesses
But I'll tell you quietly what works for me
It’s kissing, a little kissing and comedy
Kissing and comedy are the only good things we invented
Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss Kissing and comedy
Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss Kissing and comedy
Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss Kissing and comedy
Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss Kissing and comedy
Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss Kissing and comedy
Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss Kissing and comedy
The only good things we invented
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8. |
Now That We've Kissed
03:21
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Red wine lips, my first party function, propped up against the bar
I’m feeling so grown up, amongst the faithful, they all know who you are
And as you edge across the room, they all want to greet you
Now I am biding my time at the back of the line, till I lean in with my goofy grin
But I wasn’t expecting your lips
Now that we’ve kissed I feel it’s set me apart from the rest
Maybe you’ll employ me in your office, but not as a receptionist
But if nothing else I can add you to my list of famous people I’ve kissed
Big Day Out, your bare sweaty body strutting across the stage
Your wild eyes, wiry muscles are not bad for your age
And hanging back stage with The Stooges, you picked me out
And right there on the grass; you didn’t even ask, you pulled me in close to your skin
But I wasn’t expecting your lips
And now that we’ve kissed I feel it’s set me apart from the rest
But my boyfriend wasn’t so impressed, and twenty-seconds later he was my ex
But I wasn’t that fazed, ‘cause we were going to break up anyway
So much can come from a kiss
So if you wanna be kissed it helps to make it pretty obvious
You can put your name down on my list; it’s over there by the merchandise
You can meet me after the gig
I’ll even let you buy me a drink
Coz I’d love to be on your list of famous people you’ve kissed
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9. |
Rogue State
03:41
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In the city of temples they talked into the night
To take a small step forward for the future of life
They stopped the clocks at midnight and you made your strange demand
A call for special treatment no one could understand
It’s a standard rule of equity; the rich don't get concession fare
So what example does it set when the worst offender won’t do its share?
You made my country a rogue state post-Kyoto Protocol
And now we're firmly planted on the axis of unethical
And then you claimed a victory, I don't know how you had the gall
It was not by force of argument, but by threat of withdrawal
You didn't believe the science and you spread outlandish lies
Written by your mates with dollar signs behind their eyes
Now your little loophole is a noose around our neck
A simple case of sabotage, the world won’t forget
You made my country a rogue state post-Kyoto Protocol
And now we're firmly planted on the axis of unethical
Ten years later, opportunities we've missed
The Australia Clause caused policy paralysis
On the island of temples my hopes are high
That whoever represents me will finally ratify
You made my country a rogue state post-Kyoto Protocol
And now we're firmly planted on the axis of unethical
You made my country a rogue state post-Kyoto Protocol
And now we're firmly planted on the axis of unethical
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10. |
Montreal
03:49
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You don’t like maps, but it sure seemed like you knew just where you are
When I first heard your pure voice soaring round in that bar
Confident fingers, big blue eyes and the shape of your shirt
Over subsequent conversations we started to flirt
But I didn’t go to Montreal
I played it safe in the south
Now I miss you here in Melbourne
I stepped in when you stepped out
Eventually I invited you home, but you quickly declined
So I mentioned a bottle of red and you changed your mind
We talked and we talked and we talked till you said you felt like a cigarette
But that was only, only because I hadn’t kissed you yet
But I didn’t go to Montreal
I played it safe in the south
Now I miss you here in Melbourne
I stepped in when you stepped out
I’ve been overly concerned about the meaning of words
To tell you just how I feel
You’re tough where I’m soft and other things that I’m not
Most of all you are real
But I didn’t go to Montreal
I played it safe in the south
Now I miss you here in Melbourne
I stepped in when you stepped...
I didn’t go to Montreal
I played it safe in the south
Now I miss you here in Melbourne
I stepped in when you stepped out
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11. |
I Stood You Up
03:03
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I took too much chocolate, not enough red wine
Water smells of chlorine, carpet of formaldehyde
My head’s clearly unclear, now it’s my turn to play
I can earn a sad song if I have something funny to say
I stood you up, I stood you up
I suggested a rendezvous after the show
I don't know why I didn't think that you would go
I didn't feel worthy, wanna be rejected
You told me you waited for me when I saw you at breakfast
I stood you up, I stood you up, I stood you up, I stood you up
Your very own mind is a hard act to follow
One minute it’s pleasure, but the next it drowns in sorrow
So all I can do is put on my pink fluffy jacket
Turn these contradictions into a damn fine racket
I stood you up, I stood you up, I stood you up, I stood you up
I stood you up, I stood, I stood you up
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12. |
Measuring the Clouds
02:18
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Charlie’s Chook House 9am; there's a rain gauge that needs measuring
There's a smell of books and magazines with spines that read 1950s
And you're the chief chook of this special lair with a warm chuckle behind facial hair
And so much to share
Measuring the clouds, such a beautiful thing to do
You've always loved me, and I love you
From the goldfields, all around the state, you helped the public communicate
First with telegrams, then telephones, weather forecasts, then you made a home
When you settled down, pumped out one then two, so here I am loving you
Now I too am
Measuring the clouds, such a beautiful thing to do
You've always loved me, and I love you
Measuring the clouds, such a beautiful thing to do
You've always loved me, and I love you
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Dave Robertson & The Kiss List Fremantle, Australia
Dave Robertson loves concocting lyrics that are cheeky and deadly serious in equal measures. The Kiss List bring a playful element to his songs. Rachel Armstrong warms the cockles with violin and mandolin, Tore Pedersen slips in some seriously slinky bass lines, Merle “alt-folk professor” Fyshwick gets behind the skins and Rob Findlay adds a pop/rock sensibility with tasty licks of electric guitar ... more
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