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Strange Loop
02:57
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Mansion
03:09
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Thoughts of you come like the wind in a rainstorm
They batter the walls till I'm shaking inside
I can't believe that I gave up your loving
To live in this lonesome mansion of pride
An image of you breaks right through my chest
Cracking my bones down to my toes
I can still hear what you said in the morning
All of that's gone now and that's how it goes
When I'd hold you close and whisper your name
Like lovers do time and again
Now it's out in the blue a distant freight train
It's gone it's gone
Four walls and a roof ain't home for no man
Who's lost the one who lights up his fire
I said goodbye and I said it's over
I hung up your love like a coat on the wire
And I'd hold you close and whisper your name
Like lovers do time and again
Now it's out in the blue a distant jet plane
It's gone it's gone
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Peat Bog Reel
02:35
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Southerly Bluster
03:35
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He never lifted his hand
Till the top came of the can
And there were worms everywhere
Now I'm discarded out back
With an old tobacco pack
And a storm in the air
Wash me down the gutter to the river
Wash me down the river to the sea
On the back fence in this southerly bluster
Let the cold gale wash over me
He'd drink and mum would let him stay
On those hot christmas days
We would say an early goodnight
Still it's branded in my ears
The silence no-one else can hear
Long after she had turned out the light
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Space In Between
03:50
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I have dreamed of a mountain tonight
I have dreamed of a mountain tonight
Icicle cheeks graze the sky
City turned timid and shy
I have dreamed of the ocean tonight
I have dreamed of the ocean tonight
Shiny 6am waves
Nothing yet marked on the page
How will we fall
How will we fall
I have dreamed of the space in between
I have dreamed of the space in between
White fog as thick as tomorrow
View from an aeroplane window
I have dreamed of a movement tonight
I have dreamed of a movement tonight
Dancers' bodies so fine
Crafting impossible lines
and how will we fall
How will we fall
I have dreamed of your skin in the morning
I have dreamed of your skin in the morning
Writ with the calm of the night
Kissed in the early sunlight
I have dreamed of a mountain tonight
I have dreamed of the ocean tonight
I have dreamed of the space in between
I have dreamed of a movement tonight
and I've dreamed of your skin in the morning
How will we fall
How will we fall
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Devil in Your Eyes
03:50
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Now the day is coming to a close
And I will lay in your sheets in no clothes
You dance and sing and play your violin
And never think you're letting me win when you let me in
You let me see the devil in your eyes
When the sun falls where it used to rise
Heard the crack of your well worn disguise
When you let me see the devil in your eyes
The candle melts the crust from our clay
Outside the cat attacks your tongue in play
Razzling and dazzling we spin and
Start to sink beneath the ink we swim when you let me in
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Ibis Ibis
03:16
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What do you do when the baby cries
Stick your finger in the baby's eye
That's what you do with the baby
That's what you do with the baby
Wrap that baby in table cloth
Stick it up in Grandma's loft
That's what you do with the baby
That's what you do with the baby
Every time that baby grins
Give that baby a bottle of gin
That's what you do with the baby
That's what you do with the baby
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Bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the cold pale lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
He'd wasted time till upon his brow
The shadowed clouds were gathering now
He thought of his home and his friends so nigh
The cowboys gathered to see him die
I fancy I'll think of the well-known word
Of the free wild wind and the songs of birds
He thought of his home and the cottonwood there
And the songs he learnt in his childhood hour
I always thought I'd be laid when I die
In the old churchyard on the green hillside
Next to my father let my gravesite be
Bury me not on the lone prairie
Bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the wild coyote may howl over me
Where the buffalo roam and the wind blows free
Bury me not on the lone prairie
I want to be laid where my mother's prayers
And my sister's tears can mingle there
Where my friend's will come and weep over me
Bury me not on the lone prairie
Bury me not and his words slowed there
We heeded not his final prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie
We buried him there on the lone prairie
Where the buffalo roam and the wind blows free
Where the rattlesnakes rattle and the tumbleweed blows
Across his grave on the lone prairie
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Catgut Croydon, Australia
www.catgutband.com
old time music from the inner west and outer
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Photo by Paul Liu.
'Catgut' artwork by Aryadharma.
'Flying Spiders Over Texas' artwork by Emma Louise.
'Rabbit on the Road' artwork by Bill Hope.
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