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The Finn Brothers




Альбом The Finn Brothers


Finn / Finn Brothers (1996)
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There's a wild thing in the woolshed
And it's keeping me awake at night
A devil in the closet
And a feeling I'd prefer to hide
He is religion
He won't hear me when I cry for help
He has a vision of me
But I am somebody else

We talk the pillow
There are times when I'm tied up to the fence
Only talking sense

There's a mirror lake before me
But I'm frozen when it's time to jump
It's like maybe I'm afraid of what I'll find
When independence comes
You steel my shadow
You make my blood run dry

We are true only when we talk the pillow
There are times when I'm tied up to the fence
Only talking sense

Did you suffer like a child
That's why you want to make me cry
You are afraid of me
That's why you're so unkind

You won't deny it
When your child is tied up to the fence
And I'm only talking sense
Lonely when we talk the pillow
And your child is messed up in the head
I'm only talking sense

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You're nothing in the eyes of the world
But you're riding up and down in the elevator still
Feeling just a little surprised
Like you discovered Englebert Humperdink or something

Inside the fairy light
It's often hard to tell
The way you see yourself
Will lead you to despair

The eyes of the world will look right through your scene
It's nothing new to me, that's what I used to be

Someone in the eyes of the world
You look into the eyes of the world
Hoping to catch your reflection again
Missing all the real life action

So calm and dignified you rise up from the chair
Put the powder on and climb the slippery stairs
Inside a sleazy room with a bible for companion
Bleeding fingernail, you'll never know yourself

The eyes of the world they look right through you
You're nothing in the eyes of the world
The hint of a smile appears on your face
When you realise there's nothing
In the eyes of the world

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He's a mood swinging man with his bag of tricks
Never know where he's at
The life of a party when he's doing his flips
A drag when he's flat on his back
This town feels empty now he's gone away
Please understand
Something new to discover everyday
The wheels in his hand

He takes me up
He brings me back down again
Flash in the pan
Mood swinging man can't pretend

Tall dark stranger of the restless kind
Shadow of a shadow
I'd like to wander through his mind
He's hard to get to know
He wakes you up in the dead of night
To tell you he's in love
He can give a heavy sleeper a terrible fright
And no one can keep up

With the mood swinging man
He'll be back down again
He lights up
He's a flash in the pan
Mood swinging man
No idea who I am
I'm the mood swinging man

You know where he's at
He will crave your attention still
All too familiar
Mood swinging man

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The firelight plays on me
The choir ignites behind me
The rising voice of discontent
All the guardian angels
You can bang the drum
Look what we've become
I hope there might be one of us
Who calls the tune
Last day of June

The so called third dimension
Hardly deserves a mention
The first and second stages
Have been confused for ages
Knowledge has been lost
How much does it cost
I hope there might be one of us
Who calls the tune
Last day of June
Who breaks the news
Last day of June

The city draws it's breath in
I can almost hear it thinking
There are people within my walls
See their wild disorder
Driving their machines
Swarming like a million bees
I hope there might be one of us
Who calls the tune
Last day of June
Who speaks the truth
Last day of June
Who breaks the news
Last day of June

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Has she fallen from the sky
So heavy of heart
The sigh was on her tongue
The grief was in her arms
She will suffer never
I mean her no harm

She'll come slowly rising
On the air
Lift her weightless
On the air, on the air

And the silence was enough
To shed my guilt
She will always know my wishes
'Cos I remember how it felt

Kisses slowly rising
On the air
Lift her weightless
On the air, on the air

She will suffer never
I mean her no harm

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News travels fast
There's an old wreck in the underpass
Wine in a glass
And a well travelled bed
Down the length and breadth of the motorway
Down the information highway

I took a ride
In an angels heap
Yeah I took a ride
And she took me away
To where the hills are steep
Yeah I took a ride

In the still mind of a child
There's a live bird on her shoulder
She could swallow a lie
Like she's drinking a flagon of beer
I'll never be the same again
Let the black wheels fly over

I took a ride
In an angels heap
And she took me away
To where the air was sweet
And she made me come alive
In a red vinyl seat
Yeah I took a ride

Let the black wheels fly over

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There's junk mail in my letterbox
And all the catalogues
I can't wait to buy it
No matter what it costs
The whistle of the sniper
The crashing of the bombs
Put a spring back in my step
Keeps me feeling young

And this shopping is a curse
Everytime it's getting worse
I got bullets in my hairdo
The hairs on my shirt

Many ways to spend your money
There's not a lot to choose
The tanks are rolling over
My hundred dollar shoes
You can never find a taxi
To drive you into town
I'm always in a hurry
I won't go underground

And this shopping is a curse
Everytime it's getting worse
I got bullets in my hairdo
And holes in my purse

All quiet on the street
Silence breathing down
Bullets in my hairdo
Jewels in my crown
And this shopping is a curse
Everytime it's getting worse
I got bullets in my hairdo
And holes in my shirt

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Wick in the candle
What lies beneath
Look in the shadows and the spaces in between
A vision ghosted appearing on my screen

Soul, where is my soul, where is my soul

I seek contentment
I'm acting still
All airs and graces
With a smile before you kill
Hold back the hostile crowd
Before they trample you down

Soul, where is my soul, where is my soul

I'll go up
With my conscience clean
Down below they're looking for me
And I know you've got my soul

Oh holy ancient
I'll smoke you up
I'll take your wisdom
And I'll turn it into dust
You fill my ashtray
The one I've come to trust

Soul, where is my soul, where is my soul
Soul, where is my soul, where is my soul
Soul, you've lost control of all you've had
Soul, where is my soul, your will so bad

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Niwhai she's so fly
Making it happen
Niwhai be my witness
Five satellites in just one night

Niwhai pacific sister
Her fathers son
She was something precious
And we all love what she's become

Strange attractor
Something wicked
Paint her golden buddha
You're a blinding flash across the sky

Niwhai sequinned slipper
Fly by radiating light
Grant her secret wishes
Five satellites in just one night

Niwhai she's so fly
Making it happen
Grant her secret wishes
Five satellites in just one night

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Endless travels
Can't remember where I've been
Lying in this hammock
Feeling tragic
Like the ones you hear so much about
Can't wait to tell you what I've seen

Skim the water
South Atlantic ocean grey
Always searching for his mate
Lonely albatross
Cannot find them
The ones you care so much about
They're lost and you're losing your way

Too much pressure
Gin and tonic water
They'll forget you
The ones you care so much about
They'll surrender to the need

Paradise wherever you are

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Speed through the night
My gritty eyes
So fever bright
Scars on my hand
A gravel stone
I took a bite

I kiss the road of Rarotonga
Taste some gravel
I kiss the road of Rarotonga

My barefoot nurse
Whisper sorry
When it hurts
Black sea slug sand
A velvet sky
And the roosters cry
Bird flapped its wing
Man I rode
Like a king

I kiss the road of Rarotonga
Taste some gravel
I kiss the road of Rarotonga
Stand up and flow, push it on, push it on
Stand up and flow, push it on push it on
Island girl I'll stay with you

I give thanks to Rarotonga
I kiss the road of Rarotonga

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