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Push And Pull
03:39
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When you’re caught in the crossfire
And you don’t know where to begin
One tries to push you away
The other wants to pull you in
Feels like you’re playing the game to lose
Cause you sure as hell can’t win
When you’re stuck in the quagmire
And you’re sinking in your shoes
Two lend a helping hand
But you don’t know which to choose
Oh you’re never gonna find a cure
For these pushing and pulling blues
Tip it out
Start again
With the slip of the tongue
You set your heart down for ten
Screaming out
For a midnight friend
When you’re looking for a lover
Not a mother or a place to rest your
Weary head
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Yes, their love was a dime-store thing
The bellboy and the longshoreman
The made up hop with his delicate hands
Oh, it’s the bellboy for his longshoreman
When he’s giving head, it really blows his mind
How good it feels to be between another man’s thighs
Red Hook and 9 off the 278
He’s got that union stroll for his docking make
See those toothpick sneers dressed in blue collar tans
It’s the bellboy for his longshoreman
When he’s giving head, he really takes his time
Cos once it’s all over then it’s back to his life
Alright
Stand for your man
Take a while
And stand for your man
When he’s giving head, he really takes his time
Cos once it’s all over then it’s back to his wife
Alright
Stand for your man
Take a while
And stand for your man
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3. |
Gin With No Tonic
03:04
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I woke with a start in a busy sweat
I’d been afternoon sleeping in my ornate chair
Waiting for 7 to come around
Then, I’ll be drinking alone
Work on a Tuesday is dragging its feet
Got my day-old sandwich, with its week-old meat
Vagabonds laugh at this life of mine
To them, I’ll be drinking
A gin with no tonic
It helps to feel strange
When tomorrows a promise
And rainbows only come out for the rain
Oh, morning after the weight of it all
Dance behind sorry as I crawl out the door
Maybe the barbs were an oversight
When, I was drinking
A gin with no tonic
It helps to feel strange
When tomorrows a promise
And rainbows only come out for the rain
Tucked in by 8 the following eve
Her side lays cold as I toss in my sleep
Reach for the glass, racing mind of mine
Again, I’m drinking
A gin with no tonic
It helps to feel strange
When tomorrows a promise
And rainbows only come out for the rain
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4. |
Fair Is Foul
03:49
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Yeah you like to talk
But you get in your own way
You’re the neighbourhood watch
So tell me what the street kids say
I wanna know
Who’s tending lady brown
And who do you think Dr Woodson killed
On the upper side of town
Hanging round with you is like the TV news
Telling urban tales of half-cooked truths
I heard some people talk
They say you’re losing touch dear
The word upon the block
Your mad cynical and underfed
I-iiiii, wanna know
Is the scene all an act
Or are you in fact just one of three
That can disappear into black
Hanging round with you is like the TV news
Telling urban tales of half-cooked truths
(Fair is foul) Window woman I fear you’re foul
(Foul is fair) A ministers face with a preachers frown
(Fair is foul) Window woman have you been fair?
(Foul is fair) I see your hands are turning red
Hanging round with you is like the TV news
Telling urban tales of half-cooked truths
In the coffee stalls and restaurant booths
Your word is the tale of urban blues
(Fair is foul) Window woman I fear you’re foul
(Foul is fair) A ministers face with a preachers frown
(Fair is foul) Window woman have you been fair?
(Foul is fair) I see your hands are turning red
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5. |
Railroad For Two
04:19
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Perched on the edge of my hand
While we wait for the train with my band
I could go any place in your hand
Save today, because steel tracks have a mind of their own
Face flushed with red, the station is cold
English June was made for you
Tickets and snacks to the railroad for two
Chimneys and the heaths dash on by
And the bricks of the Midland countryside
A cup of tea, and with you by my side
Hand in hand, we step down from the train and then home
Face flushed with red, the station is cold
English June was made for you
Tickets and snacks to the railroad for two
Face flushed with red, the station is cold
English June was made for you
Tickets and snacks to the railroad for two
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6. |
Gimme Back My Guitar
04:10
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Well the Western wind that rips through town is gonna knock me off my feet
I can feel the hurricane a ‘brewing when you call after me
So don’t you go draggin’ me down on the beach again
If you won’t let me change your mind
It’s such long a ride home on a Tuesday evening
And I’m running low on gasoline
Oh
So it’s bye bye bye bye bye to your sweet talking jive
Oh my my my my my how you made me blind
Between the sheets of another world I was caught up in your sacred spell
So goodbye, oh baby goodbye
In a summer set to the slowest fade I try to turn the other cheek
But I crawl right back like a rat in a trap so you can sing a tune with me
No don’t you go draggin’ me down on the beach again
If you won’t let me change your mind
It’s such long a ride home on a Tuesday evening
And I’m running low on gasoline
Oh
So it’s bye bye bye bye bye to your sweet talking jive
Oh my my my my my how you made me blind
Between the sheets of another world I was caught up in your sacred spell
So goodbye, oh baby goodbye
I gotta tell you goodbye, oh baby goodbye
I gotta say goodbye, oh baby goodbye
I gotta tell you goodbye, oh baby goodbye
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7. |
Late To The War
02:36
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I don’t like conflict
Before I sleep
I’d rather be floating
On the Dead Sea
And it’s true
What you feel
Hey, he ain’t quite god
But at least he’s real
And I was late to the war
Because my tank broke down
So, I shot my gun in the air
Until the cigarettes ran out
I’ll keep you dancing
Until the end of love
I know it ain’t easy
But she made me tough
And it’s true
What you feel
He ain’t quite god
But at least he’s real
And I was late to the war
Because my tank broke down
So, I shot my gun in the air
Until the cigarettes ran out
And I was late to the war
Because my tank broke down
So, I shot my gun in the air
Until the cigarettes ran out
Hey, and I was late to the war
Because my tank it broke down
So, I shot my gun
Until the cigarettes…
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8. |
Better Weather
03:14
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I let go on a Sunday
I never thought I’d slip
I guess I blame my lazy grip
For my selfish situation
Well I’ve been here before
Tearing castles to the floor
But the tide will subside
And we’ll lick our wounds clean
Maybe better weather
Will make us all forget it now
Only time will tell if I
Need to suck it up
Oh maybe better weather
Will make us all forget it now
It’s so cold, won’t you come back
I second guess myself
Torn like a paper trail
But it’s no good and I know that
Oh my bridge is burning bright
Against the pale moonlight
But the tide will subside
And we’ll lick our wounds clean
Maybe better weather
Will make us all forget it now
Only time will tell if I
Need to suck it up
Oh maybe better weather
Will make us all forget it now
Alright..
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9. |
Back Into You
02:59
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The spirit of years ago
Calls upon a lonely soul
Yeah, it’s creepin in the back of my mind
And I don’t have the time
Well honey it’s true
I don’t know what to do
Fall right back into you
Yeah, a dreamer in an unmade bed
Trying to make a start again
But you’ve stolen my piece of mind
And I won’t even put up a fight
So honey it’s true
I don’t know what to do
Fall right back into you
I said ‘oh, don’t let me get carried away,
Won’t you look a little closer
And take off your rosy shades
Oh, don’t you always come knocking the minute I try to slip away
Another vision of the past tryin’ to lead me astray’
Another summer setting for the fall
Draggin’ us back indoors
You only love me when its cold outside
And I’m freezin’ my bones tonight
So honey it’s true
I don’t know what to do
Fall right back into you
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10. |
Hysteria
03:52
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Hysteria
Hysterical me
The moneys gone cold
And your coffee won’t change a thing
Well, I’d lose my head
For a new warm bed
I’ve saved for this place
And a loan
Hysteria
Municipal me
The streets of the city streak bare
As its veins run dry
Seems I lost my work
As a blue-collar clerk
I’ve saved for this place
And a home
What would you do
When it comes over you
And you’re all by yourself
Alone on the floor
Well, I’d lose my head
For a new warm bed
I’ve saved for this place
And a loan
What would you do
When it comes over you
And you’re all by yourself
Alone on the floor
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Mini Simmons Auckland, New Zealand
Mini Simmons are a NZ based Blues-Rock band that captures the stomping swing of the wild 70’s with groove oriented bell-
bottom flare.
Dreamt up on the pacific highways of Mexico, electrified campfire séances propelled the band onto the stages of the Auckland club scene. Hard working and hard living, it was here they honed the intense high-energy live show for which they have earned a name.
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