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It's On You
03:57
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IT'S ON YOU
the world is falling apart babe, it's on you, pour us the next round of drinks yeah, it's on you, who takes the blame for the bankcard?, it's on you, you spent the last of my earnt hard, it's on you, where did the busy bee fly to? it's on you, the lucky buddha is where now? it's on you, there's a miscarriage of justice, it's on you, we're relics, someone must dust us, it's on you, everything is left up to you, nobody lifts a finger anymore to help out their fellow man, how did it come to this? how did it get to this? oh it makes me so sad
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She Was Bad News
04:08
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SHE WAS BAD NEWS by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
she held her gaze and strolled out to the middle of the desert, she left behind a deathly toll that couldn't be really measured, a trail of destruction, a mistress of seduction, she was bad news but i loved her anyway. he held her hand and led her on a path of retribution, she flicked her hair and loudly laughed i'd rather execution, she came with no warning, there would be no mourning, 'cause she was bad news but he loved her anyway. mouths were closed when her name arose so coldly from the ashes, no-one slept for weeks their nights were haunted by back-flashes, a lady of conviction, gave them all conniptions, she was bad news but we loved her anyway.
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Jump Into Yer Own Grave
04:21
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JUMP INTO YER OWN GRAVE by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
everybody digs their own grave somehow, i could give you a shovel but you'd probably prefer a spade and you'll be working for hours but don't forget to make it big enuff, you don't want to be tucking up your knees in an undersized grave, the undertaker he's a very nice man to assist you, he's bought a nice bunch of flowers and won't rush you to climb in and your life flashes before you, are there regrets you had no virtue? you got your hands dirty embroiled in a concoction of sin. jump into yer own grave and save everyone else the time and don't forget to lather and shave, keep a good-looking corpse in mind, jump into yer own grave and etch out your obituary, 'here lay a leg-end in a lunchbox who caused a lot of misery'. it's pretty clear now that you won't have a soul at your funeral and with all that self-disgust you probably won't even turn up for yourself and if god gives you salvation, i'll be very very very surprised, what else did you really expect, telling all of those porky-pies?
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SHOW YOUR LOVE TO SOME-ONE by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
show your love, show your love to some-one, today, let there be no delay, show your love to some-one, maybe you need to hear it, maybe you need to feel it, some-one needs to hear it, some-one needs to feel it, today, let there be no delay, show your love to some-one
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Don't Do As You're Told
02:07
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DON'T DO AS YOU'RE TOLD
Written By Brent Caldwell-Hughes
do as you're told said yer dad, so you did, do as you're told said the policeman, so you did, do as you're told said the devil, so you did, how are the training wheels going my friend and who's really telling you what to do? do as you're told said the law, so you did, do as you're told said the television, so you did, do as you're told said the politician, so you did, how does it feel to be a good little goy? they say jump, you say how high but don't stop to ask why, do as you're told you little shit, so you did, do as you're told as you're hit, so you did, do as you're told, they don't care about you one bit, and you did, how far is this gonna go before you wake, stand up, resist, kick back, don't comply or break? don't do as you're told, the lie has been sold, have you been bought?
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Her Feminine Glow
03:29
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HER FEMININE GLOW by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
when you feel the warmth i sent to you flow, thru' every single pore of your feminine glow, say a little prayer for all the things we dreamt, then every single day it will be heaven spent with you, yes we'll have it all, when i see the birds from all the forests fly out to say hello and tell me it's alright, i'll shine a little light upon our path back home and thank our lucky stars because the garden grows for us, it's so beautiful to see, she's crossing off every week, the tears they run down her cheek, she no longer just wants to speak, she's a delight to behold, she's coming in from the cold, we're getting married i'm told, that sounds good to me, when she feels the warmth that i sent to her flow thru' every single pore of her feminine glow.
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It Could Be Worse
03:24
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IT COULD BE WORSE by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
they only hand out awards to the daft these days so i know you've prepared a speech, i'm pretty much a nightowl, but i don't see any vampires but i still keep my eye out for the leech, but i give myself some credit darling, it could be worse, i could be in a hearse, if loose lips really do sink ships then you've sunk the whole armada by yourself, mirror mirror on the wall, keep your distance i'm appalled, lookin' like that is no good for your health, but give yourself some credit my friend, it could be worse, you could be in a hearse, sha la la la la la sha lal la la
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Don't Let Them Win
02:25
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DON'T LET THEM WIN by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
climb out of your grave of sleep, there's plenty going on that you should be aware of, your cloudy thinking makes me weep, i don't know how you missed it it's just right there, but anyway it's all immaterial right now, we've got a fight on our hands, are you in? wishing for that stroke of luck, is kinda like the sky that never fell, i'm sick of the obedient cuck, when you were younger you liked to rebel, where will all of this end up? you know you can help write the story ahead and if you drank out of the poisoned cup, are ya gonna spend yer last days in bed? but anyway it's all immaterial right now, we've got a fight on our hands, don't let them win!
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Answer Me
02:47
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ANSWER ME By Brent Caldwell-Hughes
cut her out of a magazine, it's the closest you'll get, she's a dream, she built an empire, you dug a hole, you failed life terribly, was that your goal? see her face on the silver screen, look in the mirror man, that's obscene, she went into orbit, you went into battle, how was the pram and where is your rattle? if you were to start again and you knew what was there at the end, would you press the reset, would you take what you could get or would you throw your morals out the door? answer me, answer me, don't avoid the question.
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Like A Butterfly
04:28
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LIKE A BUTTERFLY by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
you didn't ever think there'd be any introductions, you couldn't get a grip on the idea of discussion, then quite accidentally you fanned the flames on loving me, so tenderly, so helplessly, like a butterfly, she didn't ask why, so naturally as only she could be, like a waterfall i answered her call, reflecting light just to make things right, you never went so far as to claim you were perfection, but i wouldn't understand if you lost a looks election, then quite controversially you fanned the flames on losing me, so completely and it utterly destroyed me, like a daisychain she saw me again, to dig in the heels, to get even keels, like a conga line, i ran out of time, she wasn't the girl, it took some time to tell.
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Her Mascara Ran
04:03
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HER MASCARA RAN written by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
she held the key on her lap and quietly unfolded a map, but right now she needed a nap, her journey would be very long, her mascara ran as she cried, she wished to just crawl up and die, she was lost in the hills in the sky, something was horribly wrong, know where-ever you go to, it's the place you're meant to be, providence at your shoulder, perseverance at your knee, she asked wherefore art thou, was she enquiring of me? my dalliances best forgotten, 'cause dilettantes often flee, the snow and the ice wouldn't melt, her presence indelibly felt, don't cry over cards that you're dealt, acceptance can make you strong.
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On A Gloomy Night
03:26
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ON A GLOOMY NIGHT by Brent Caldwell-Hughes
on a gloomy night, her teeth flashing smile lit up the moon, on a gloomy night her rose-coloured cheeks brightened the room, on a gloomy night his cigarette smoke fuelled her desire, on a gloomy night an innocent kiss created a fire, on a cloudy day his cheshire grin delighted the crowd, on a cloudy day his dapper attire had them all wowed, on a cloudy day she cried when it rained so no-one could tell, on a cloudy day the illusion was lost, it shattered and fell, on a gloomy night they held hands and never let go, on a gloomy night they made love ever so slow, on a gloomy night they shut out the world, just let it go, on a gloomy night she made him happier then she'll ever know.
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Roll It Out Records TAS, Australia
Roll It Out Records is the name for all Brent Caldwell-Hughes' solo work, collaborations, projects and other band work. Based in Northern Tasmania, Australia. Formerly Brent McMullen.
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