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(Return of) The Electric Horseman Powderfinger (Return of) The Electric Horseman In my head inside my dreams Under my hand as no one's seen Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and recover So This Syrup to Exchange Powderfinger This Syrup to Exchange It’s early rise His teeth are firm And cleanse with hands to hunt and hope The sun divieds Imagine leaves A shelter while I sleep There are many years To How Far Have We Really Come? Powderfinger Despite the miseries And the lessons learned from history The pattern still repeats Never to surrender don't you ever repeat How far have we really come? Powderfinger Cowboy Junkies Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river, with a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the POWDERFINGER Neil Young POWDERFINGER Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John, 'Cause it don't look like they're Horseman David McWilliams it was on a cold and windy night we sat waiting for the dawn huddled close up to the fire and the shutters all were drawn when we heard hoof beats comin' and a whinney in the night and the moon hung on Roll Right By You Powderfinger Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe Do you have the information to decide whether you really care C'mon you Stumblin' Powderfinger I got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said The pain went straight to my head chopping me up turning me to morose You've got a thing or two coming soon so I'll get out of your way Beat My Kind of Scene Powderfinger My Kind of Scene Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad lean to the side Up & Down & Back Again Powderfinger Up & Down & Back Again come and rescue me from in the water deep careful now don't loose your aim the road ahead is clear again I haven't found it yet you drift away so slow in the Walking Stick Powderfinger Walking Stick Spoon Fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I wont say a word You’ve sewn me Love Your Way Powderfinger got to keep moving to stay warm 'cause I'm freezing in this room And if I prove no good here I'll skip to where I should It's only an imaginary vigil that we keep You salvage what you need I'll take the Vladimir Powderfinger Vladimir I am the lizard queen Uniform of taffeta and diamond rings In here I see all kinds Even tiny drunken Muscovite Mouths locked tight With a native man seeking shelter for the night I Blanket Powderfinger Another self serving future You can stand and beat your breast While they feed on the fruit of their sweat You’ve got it rough Haven’t you got it rough So you shoot From the left ??? Hurried Bloom Powderfinger Hurried Bloom She has a handfull of reasons to loose him He liberates her often hidden smile She buried trust faded away He swallowed any promises they made Darkness to weave its silent Pockets Powderfinger By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air in the atmosphere Make it easy to breathe So Pick You Up Powderfinger decide you've had enough of it I'll be the one I'll be the one When your speech is slow When your eyes are closed When you feel betrayed When your heart is frayed When your feet are cold When Not My Kinda Scene Powderfinger tell me where i'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad so lean to the side whisper it quiet the end is in Process This Powderfinger Have you ever been done so low Till it put you in the picture show Have you ever felt so ashamed Tryin to process someone else's pain Put your message down in a box Lick a stamp why dont you send it off Tail Powderfinger Tail I'll take the lead you’ll follow me Come and relevie the friends that I keep They’re sick of me Small minded creed blisters and weeps Swallow the shit that jealousy feeds Choke Celebrity Head Powderfinger Celebrity Head at quarter to nine my plus one decides to make her arrival I’ll say what I like at the end of the night for social survival I’ll cut you to size then apologize and make an impassioned Boing Boing Powderfinger Boing Boing There's nothing to say but she, came and then she went through Her cardamom powder sneeze, raised the old hotel roof There's nothing to play so we, swam into the rockpool Habits are breaking These Days Powderfinger These Days it's coming round again the slowly creeping hand of time and its command soon enough it comes and settles in its place its shadow in my face puts pressure in my day Waiting for the Sun Powderfinger Waiting for the Sun this will be an uncertain time for us my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head singing my love I can see your face there in my hands my love I have been Sunsets Powderfinger Sunsets over the beaches from now on Each day looking for new ways to go on Maybe I should drop by maybe I should have called Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door Maybe it's gonna Like a Dog Powderfinger Like a Dog in all that he takes in all that he shows the higher the stakes the lower the blows and all the mistakes that he's ever known whatever it takes he'll be stealing the show now Catadel Powderfinger Catadel Parton pushed vows aside Parents blest shine with pride Lay child down force inside I play on my position of trust Leave the child to self distruct Child ashamed silent oath Sink Low Powderfinger Sink Low It sure is guiet around here The phone never rings anymore So I'll wallow in silence And nail my soul to the floor ‘Cause I'm angry and jealous And sick and tired of untruth SS Powderfinger SS Sweetest jolting of the memory Little secrets become fantasy Stuart Surridge never growing tired Little boys baby safe inside These things are mine for always We can hold our breath 'till Living Type Powderfinger Living Type And you'll be there to break my fall To reassure my doubts and faults And all your fables will ring true They are the lies you lean on too There's love on your breath I'd better not