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This Town
03:14
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Every Street has a secret
And the alleys a story to tell
Oh that secret you can keep it
As far as I'm concerned this town can go to hell
This place needs tearing down down down
There's too much wrong with this old town
Every home nurtures sorrow
All the stores are boarded up and closed
And if you want something illicit or borrowed
Don't bother looking here friend cause that mob left years ago
This place needs burning down down down
there's too much wrong in this old town
It's plain to see that this town has traded in its soul
For nothing more than salted earth where nothing grows
The fire station's burning
And the pigs are too scared to walk their beat
The bars are full of whores and violent yearning
And at closing time blood flows through the streets
This place needs tearing down down down
Don't bother coming round round round
This place needs burning down down down
There's too much wrong in this old town
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2. |
Noah's Blues
03:52
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Muddy water in my eyes
Lightning splashing and split the skies
Oceans swelling and mountains groan
New season aching Cause all those bad seeds have been sewn
But they're not growing
So they can't call this land their home (It's not your home)
A silence spreading No-one can hear
The seasons Shedding and changing gears
Muddy water in the sky
Don't count on this home to keep you dry
Cause when that storm breaks
Its gonna rain for forty days and forty nights (Yeah forty nights)
Feel that brooding in the sky
If you've got wings I'd recommend that you take flight
Storm clouds are aching to sing their song
Rise up in chorus and drown out this noisy Babylon
And when you hear them
This place that you call home will soon be gone (So say so long)
Muddy water in my eyes
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3. |
Top of the Hill
03:07
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Throw your arms round me baby
It's dark outside and getting mighty cold
All the merchants have gone home there's nothing left to sell
And now this little piece of heaven is going to hell
Hold me tightly and sway me
Rock me in your arms until I fall asleep
All the witches have gone home they used up all their spells
And now this little piece of heaven is going to hell
On nights like these there's comfort in your arms
Hold me baby, don't let me come to harm
Throw away that key, we'll stay here in this cell
And watch this little piece of heaven go to hell
Sway me gently please baby
It's getting light outside, I'm feeling mighty cold
All the prophets have gone home there's nothing left to tell
Except this little piece of heaven is going to hell
Yeah this little piece of heaven is going to hell
I said this little piece of heaven is going to hell
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4. |
Time
04:02
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There's a hell somewhere waiting patiently for you
There's light in the darkness but it refuses to shine
There's a storm cloud that wants to unleash its wrath upon you
And there'll be no-one to turn all that water to wine
If each day had a price, every second a value
Would you hoard your spare moments like nickels and dimes?
Could it become a vice that some desperate soul sells you?
With the streets full of beggars already spent their lifetime
I waited so long for those good times to come
Like a late train that's way overdue
But I try not to think hell it might have been and gone
Cause sometimes blind faith is all you have to help you get through
Well I've squandered time chasing some reckless fancies
And I've lost some good days just trying to get by
And there's moments I wish I could have held to forever
But it seems that they're gone in the blink of an eye
AL time leaves is memories, and the ones that don't fade
You wear like a prison tattoo
I've got good and I've got bad but there's one I won't trade
It's those precious moments Girl that I spend with you
For a moment I remember and all those grey skies are blue
There's a heaven somewhere waiting patiently for you
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5. |
Midnight Crawl
04:24
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I swear these empty streets feel like they're deep under water tonight
I swim through the darkness and come up for air at each streetlight
It's plain to see that I don't belong on this side of town
But the cops are too busy or maybe too lazy to shake me down
Through a window I see the flickering lights of a TV as it sedates
There's a little dog tied up, really hates the world
I wish him goodnight and then I kick the gates
And baby I'm on your street now two blocks till I'll be holding you
Yeah I brought some wine, two packs of cigarettes
Should be enough to see us through
Nothing feels right till I see that sun fall
Then Night casts its spells and we take another midnight crawl
Baby sleep is gonna try and claim you soon
But right now we've got to pay our debt to that big old moon
Darling hold my hand we're not alone on this street
The stars are on out trail yeah they're singing low and sweet
There's something inside that stirs to the nights call
You might need some sleep but can we take one more midnight crawl?
Wont you come with me?
For a little late night devilry
That old moon wont be denied
Lets go catch that midnight tide
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6. |
Make That Woman Mine
01:50
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I can't seem to stop my eyes from wandering
Or keep them in the place they should have been
By head's reeling from the things that I've been pondering
Clean living folks would call my thoughts obscene
See that woman I know that she means trouble
She keeps making flirty eyes at me
I'm all jumpy and my pulse is beating double
These dirty thoughts well they won't let me be
She gets pleasure from making grown men worry
Wrapped around her finger all the time
I think she likes me but she ain't in no hurry
The way she teases man well it should be a crime
My legs are shaky, my lips they keep on twitching
Every time that woman looks my way
My feet are sweating and my palms they are a itching
That vixens hunting and I know that I'm her prey
I've studied every inch of that evil minx's body
Each and every curve and subtle line
My heads running and my soul is feeling dirty
I think I'll go insane if I can't make that woman mine
If I can't get that woman then I'll probably go blind
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7. |
Cold Blue Eyes
04:33
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I can still see that look in those cold blue eyes
And the damage that you took when I told those lies
Yeah the warmth that used to light them up and fled like summers demise
Now every where I look I see those cold blue eyes
It's singles night every night where I'm drinking
Everyone's nursing sorrow or shame
Each sorry soul has their own story
But no-ones talking cause their stories are all the same
I can still see that look in those cold blue eyes
And the damage that you took when I told those lies
Yeah the warmth is just a memory and regret is my only prize
Now every where I look I see those cold blue eyes
I see your face every town I pass through
Rambling's what lead me here and it's all I've left to do
This old bars the same as any other
Every song on that jukebox just makes you ache
The neon and the noise, they just won't drown out
The memory of seeing your heart break
I can still see that look in those cold blue eyes
And the lonely path I took when I told those lies
Yeah the fire that burned behind them up and fled like summers demise
Now everywhere I look I see those cold blue eyes
Yeah every place I look I see those cold blue eyes
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8. |
Justin Frew's Blues
03:53
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9. |
Before My Time Is Due
02:45
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As night comes slowly creeping and stars all shine anew
Don't weep if I go leaving love before my time is due
A restless heart can lead to a lonesome early grave
No I don't want to leave you love but peace is all I crave
Those early hours keep on crawling they never let me be
The future will come crawling love but maybe not for me
As dawn is busy weaving a new day oh so blue
Don't weep if I go leaving love before my time is due
No don't weep if I go leaving love before my time is due
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10. |
Lazy Witches
03:22
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Sing a song of binding, of cajoling and reminding
Align yourself with fortune if you can
Pray a prayer of treason, of virtue and good reason
Then hope for intervention by the man
Got no time for lazy witches
Who crave the wealth without the riches
A half baked curse an idle threat
Another day older and deeper in debt
Take a man of leisure give him comfort, show him pleasure
Then watch him bend to the feeding hand
Make him an example, an exhibit or a sample
Then give him strings and let him join the band
Got no time for lazy witches
Who crave the wealth without the riches
A half baked curse an idle threat
Another day older and deeper in debt
You've got to take the reigns and move ahead while you can
Go get a meeting with the maker, foreman and caretaker
And get yourself a copy of the master plan
Then paint yourself a portrait, feed it body, make it corporate
Give it movement, make every gesture grand
Find the ears to listen and the eyes to see the vision
Then crush all opposition where they stand
Got no time for lazy witches
Who crave the wealth without the riches
A half baked curse an idle threat
Another day older and deeper in debt
Another day colder and full of regret
Yeah another day older and deeper in debt
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Don't want to go to heaven no more
It's all non smoking, every dog race is a draw
You can't buy a drink, ain't nowhere to score
Don't want to go to heaven anymore
Don't need a place before that golden throne
I see no reason feel no need to atone
For all I have done, every thought I have known
Won't live like my life is on loan
They come knocking on their quota patrol
Tell me I've got to pay their toll
Ain't no way they're gonna claim my soul
I'm skipping bail on heavens parole
Don't want to meet all them minor saints
Got no time for those religious constraints
Man they're all tied up listening to peoples complaints
Yeah they can have them cause a saint I ain't
Don't want to hear that heavenly choir
I've found somewhere else for my soul to retire
I got a cosy place around a big old fire
I'll probably do some singing of my own
Let me give you some advice
You do something bad well it's worth doing twice
You'll find your calling either virtue or vice
But let me tell you friend they both come with a price
Don't want to go to heaven no more
I'm much more content since I accepted my flaws
Keep that sticker I don't want the free tour
I'm not interested in heaven anymore
Don't need to go to heaven anymore
Don't want to go to heaven anymore
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12. |
You Were Mine
03:22
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All the pretty girls are up there dancing
The Single boys are waiting for a turn
They're hoping that they might do some romancing
And praying their affections will be returned
Then the jukebox plays midnight by Red Foley
I close my eyes and take a sip of wine
I could ask someone if they'd dance with me slowly
And I could pretend for that moment they were mine
But sorrow doesn't dance, there's something you'll never see
Heartache likes to drink alone it prefers its own company
The bargirl looks my way I smile and pretend I'm doing fine
But my mind keeps straying back to the moments you were mine
The lucky ones will share another slow dance
Others get nowhere even though they've tried
At closing time they'll realise there's no chance
They'll drink some more and start to fight outside
You wont find regret moving out there on the floor
Lonely doesn't get asked to slow dance anymore
I catch the bargirls eye and order one last glass of wine
And try not to remember the moments you were mine
All the drinks go to my head as I walk home in the cold
I pass the working girls all stood in line
They charge by the quarter hour when I need someone to hold
And I'll pretend for that moment she is mine
Try to forget the moments you were mine
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13. |
Dirty Yellow Moon
02:58
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There's a dirty yellow moon crawling up into the sky
The beasts they sleep uneasy as its shadow passes by
And the hounds are pacing madly and howling out of tune
All under this dirty yellow moon
There's a dirty yellow moon crawling up above our heads
Drags us weak and weary from the comfort of our beds
Its movement marks a beat and we begin to swoon
All under this crazy yellow moon
Dirty yellow moon your light keeps spinning round
Reflected in her eyes and the knife she cant put down
Our pulses beating slowly to the rhythm of your call
Dirty yellow moon you'll get us all
There's a dirty yellow moon that's casting out its light
Creeping through the shadows possessing all in sight
And the stars are weeping softly because the dish just left the spoon
All over this dirty yellow moon
Dirty yellow moon she'll have her way with me
I'll shed a little blood then you might let her be
No matter how you wander girl I love you most of all
Dirty yellow moon will get us all
Yeah this dirty yellow moon is gonna fall
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Down on main street you can feel the tension
Every good citizen is trying to prepare
For something nobody is brave enough to mention
But everybody knows what lurks out there
They're all waiting for that big old moon to start turning red
See there's a story only fools would doubt
That blood moon fills this town with horror and with dread
It means old Liza Glamphist is heading out
The Children in the schoolyard know how to play the game
The rules are really simple just don't mention Liza's name
The one who plays old Glamphist if he looks you in the eye
You scream with your last breath and kiss your innocence goodbye
They say he'll come riding in on a beast as black as coal
Its eyes as red as hells own fire
Some say he uses a form of mind control
That fills young ladies with a strange desire
No one knows his purpose or why he shows up here
Or where he goes at dawn he'll just up and disappear
The one thing they fear the most, that can make their spirits sink
If Liza's in the mood to buy some poor fool a drink
When daylight comes and he's gone without a trace
And rumours become just hand me down
There's a memory that lingers everyone wants it erased
The night that Liza Glamphist comes to town
No one wants him hanging round
Liza Glamphist you've got no friends in this town
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Justin Frew's Loose Intentions Wollongong, Australia
Songwriter, Singer, Multi Instrumentalist, Producer, Singer of Sad Songs. Justin Frew has been playing his own version of rough, hillbilly gutter blues for over 20 years. These recordings cover his most productive phase between 2005 to 2012. There's new stuff coming......be patient!!!!!! ... more
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