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Southern Cold
03:08
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Life, my life, rolls down your cheek
Life, my life, rolls down your cheek
It’s the end of seven years trading barbs
Winter roads again
War, love and war, burns wild in your eyes
War, love and war, my own words in my side
Out beyond the sill is standing still
Casting shadow in day’s pale light
(Chorus)
Sallow skin
Southern cold and age
Loving sin
Hide away
Potted plants
Dead grow on your porch
Empty chairs circle
An old something that was more
Out beyond the sill is growing dark
I’m blown out in an August night
(Chorus)
Sallow skin
Southern cold and age
Loving sin
Hide the night lights daze
Sallow skin
Southern cold and age
Loving sin
Hide away
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2. |
Fowler St (No Exit)
03:48
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I want for you
To see the things that I do
The way I hear
A songstress in my ear
Fowler Street no exit
Rubber tramp is out
Pretty white powder belt
Pulled water peeps
Eyes never wandered streets
Fowler Street no exit
Tried to hide but now I’m finding out
Loose lips, sink ships
Six thousand debts
Bridge cold troubled liquid
Slept on lonely floor
Price of a single score
Fowler Street no exit
Tried to hide but now I’m finding out
Loose lips, sink ships
I, just got to get home
I, just need the peace
I, just want your puzzle
To, release me
I want for you
To see the things that I do
The way I hear
A songstress in my ear
Fowler Street no exit
Tried to hide but now I’m finding out
Loose lips, sink ships
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3. |
Mother Manins
03:29
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I met her as a boy in school
A beautiful young woman teaching sound
A Mannins demands attention
The children they all gathered round
A blonde pixie-punk in black leather
She’s got two middle fingers raised by rule
A Mannins demands attention
But a father he played her for a fool
Oh Christine
Got me wrapped up in blues
Oh Christine
Lady don’t go on me
The mother to a chosen line
With a wailing wall of hungry mouths to feed
A Mannins demands attention
Burnt block of ice she thawed and learnt to bleed
Oh Christine
Got me wrapped up in blues
Oh Christine
Lady don’t go on me
Oh Christine
Got me wrapped up in blues
Oh Christine
Lady don’t go on me
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4. |
A Way With Murder
04:49
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You've got a way with murder
Lips left a stain, on my collar
Woman what you trying to tell me
Are you a queen or a thief tonight
I think you're telling a different story
To the poor boy down the line
He don't know where you've been
Sister deceit
Such an elegant tease
Yeah you leave em behind
You've got a way with murder
Black lace and animal fur
Knife drawn smile to greet them
Do you think you're gonna bleed him tonight
Killer dressed for the weekend
She got her leathers pulled up high
Got you in her sights
Sister deceit
Such an elegant tease
Yeah you leave em behind
You've got a way with murder
Lips left a stain, on my collar
Woman what you trying to tell me
Are you a queen or a thief tonight
I think you're telling a different story
To the poor boy down the line
He don't know where you've been
Sister deceit
Sister deceit
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5. |
Sunflower Fields
06:55
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Taken
French sunflower fields
It’s easy for you
A long way from home
Mother
Camped close by her fire
Never leaving to wander
But still cold and alone
Left out of a crowd
You spent some time thinking
A place here or there
But the music played on
Waiting for a start
You bought a bit part in a game
But faded your calling
Then play on
And when the words came out of the serpents mouth
You tried your hardest to forget what they said
And when the sun came up on your porcelain skin
You gotta plan for the worst and then hope for the best
I’m singin
(Chorus)
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Taken
French sunflower fields
It’s easy for you
A long way from home
Child
Searching for a face
Waiting for a seat, at the table
But she can’t find her place
And when the hand swung round on the eleventh bell
They’re gonna paint you as another fading star
And when the moonlight fades into delicate day
You’re just another burnt lover with a bleeding heart
You know that
(Chorus)
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
(Chorus)
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
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6. |
When It Rains (It Pours)
03:23
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Waiting, for your storm to strike again
Prayin, like a fool for the summer rain
I’ve been down in the desert on a dead man’s wish
Down so long I got used to it
But the water won’t wash me clean
It’s just a new kind of pain
(Chorus)
And it hits me like a steamship
Knocking me off course
Yeah it rips right through my happiness
Let me tell you kid
When it rains it pours
Waiting, for a ride on your trade wind train
Shackled, at ten degrees by your tropical chains
I’ve been drifting in the doldrums on a sinking ship
Going nowhere slow now I’m used to it
The wind it wont set me free it just blows my brain
(Chorus)
And it hits me like a steamship
Knocking me off course
Yeah it rips right through my happiness
Let me tell you kid
When it rains it pours
(Chorus)
And it hits me like a steamship
Knocking me off course
Yeah it rips right through my happiness
Let me tell you kid
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
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7. |
Kids Off Broadway
03:14
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Sitting there, street fair breeds on the edge of town
Newmarket's pressed Levis wearing stuck up frowns.
Married woman she bends over for the handy man,
While handsy lawyers wait in foyers hiding wedding bands.
(Chorus)
Don't try to kick the kids off Broadway baby
It's a high class breeding line.
Don't try to kick the kids off Broadway baby,
The girls are looking mighty fine.
Yeah her mother's like a well aged wine.
Woken up to a shout daddy's bags packed and mumma's in tears,
Twenty one and ridding shotgut Gemma keeps him young another few years.
Silver spoon and a fortune waiting once they come of age,
Do it all again, another kid another day.
(Chorus)
Don't try to kick the kids off Broadway baby,
It's a high class breeding line.
Don't try to kick the kids off Broadway baby,
The girls are looking mighty fine.
Yeah her mother's like a well aged wine.
(Chorus)
Don't try to kick the kids off Broadway baby
It's a high class breeding line.
Don't try to kick the kids off Broadway baby,
The girls are looking mighty fine.
Yeah her mother's like a well aged wine.
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8. |
Dirty Dolly
03:29
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Well you walk in early morning looking like a dirty dolly, baby please
Take my hand and tell me you did nothing more than flaunt it, play the tease
You hold my happiness on your lips
I’m cryin mercy
(Chorus)
Left me all alone with Isabella in my arms
Left with strangers heard your laughter turning dark
Left without a word, or where you’re headed to
Sat up all night now cause I, can’t, bear
To lose you
Well I watched you cross a crowed room, undress her with your eyes and swoon I see
Just a blind devotee chaste your fairer dirty dolly tastes made me, your fool
You hold my happiness on your lips
I’m cryin mercy
(Chorus)
Left me all alone with Isabella in my arms
Left with strangers heard your laughter turning dark
Left without a word, or where you’re headed to
Sat up all night now cause I, can’t, bear
To lose you
(Chorus)
Left me all alone with Isabella in my arms
Left with strangers heard your laughter turning dark
Left without a word, or where you’re headed to
Sat up all night now cause I, can’t, bear
To lose you
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9. |
Fat Cat
03:01
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Fat cat born of auburn hair
A forked tongue in a tour lair
A fat cat lapping flutes of cream
Now sits atop American dreams
I walked down, on main street
The fat cat, points at me
Stiff gentle-man suited
Untruths he, pollutes with
Squared stiff in his penguin dress
Scorned woman that he tried to undress
Squared stiff knows the best way to run
Spread lies trade your money for guns
I walked down, on main street
The fat cat, points at me
Stiff gentle-man suited
Untruths he, pollutes with
He kissed the cat on the tongue with his snake lips
And watched him ride the lightening to his next wish
He kissed the cat on the tongue
And watched him ride
The cat is sold, to the one who’s skin is cold
A thin-lipped puppeteer and his blood orange mule
Have they long to go?
I walked down, on main street
The fat cat, points at me
Stiff gentle-man suited
Untruths he, polluted
I walked down, on main street
The fat cat, points at me
Stiff gentle-man suited
Untruths he, pollutes with
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10. |
Madam Arabella
03:56
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Well you, never felt you could leave it alone
A blackjack beauty on a winning hand once more
Well find me a user, who wouldn’t sell her mother for a dollar, tomorrow
So Madam Arabella, take the reins and ride
A-Wooo, a-woooo, a-wooo, a-woooo
I said hey, I used to see you around
But now you’re downtown and I don’t see you no more
Been chasing that minutes love fix since oh when?
So come on over home, we’ll do the real thing
A-Wooo, a-woooo, a-wooo, a-woooo-ooooo
The real thing, the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
(Chorus)
Let’s take a walk now lady
Don’t tell me got somewhere to be
Living for the city, but got the molly blues
So don’t let go baby, cos I’m ya real fool
(Chorus)
Let’s take a walk now lady
Don’t tell me got somewhere to be
Living for the city, but got the molly blues
So don’t let go baby, cos I’m ya real fool
Madam Arabella
She don’t kiss, for free
She’s a Russian-Roulette mystery
Yeah, she’ll spread her legs and then she’ll make you cry
She said yeah, yeah, yeah! No! Why, did you try? Oh no
I said no, oh no.
Woah no.
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11. |
Little Man Blue
05:26
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Sat curb-side last night
Trade my name for a drink
My feet are grown from my knees oh
The shadows rethink, my lines
Street traffic blinks blue
The crowd shrinks to one
The laughing night’s smile turned a hard shade of lead
I knelt, for the cocked gun
Wherefore little man blue
I want nothing to do with you
Wherefore little man blue
I’ll be in the big house soon
Just a one stop taxi
Dawn-light alleys creep near
Pulled up at the station
And stared down the fear, inside
Like a-waitin on trains
With my cell ticket clipped
That little blue man he sung me lullaby rights
That song, oh did it whip
Wherefore little man blue
I want nothing to do with you
Wherefore little man blue
I’ll be in the big house soon
Get it on
Yeah
Get it on
Yeah
Ah
Come on baby
Oh
Alright
Night stroked its painted tendrils across the day’s wearied cheek
And the glow of our dessert city grew against the inky outskirts
Stretching beyond evening eyes waking to the smell of cheap Chinese
The black mother hurried her brightly-clad child
Thoughts only of the last bus, her last dollar and her first husband
While crazy exultant blues groaned swampy,
Mixing heavy with the smell of oil and gas
And we dashed mad to dig the cool air
And laughed mad, crazy to fuck in the Western night
Give me one more hour baby, one more
Out there on the dance floor
With the dirty men, and the stumbling whores
Wherefore little man blue
I want nothing to do with you
Wherefore little man blue
I’ll be in the big house soon
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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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