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Let It All Fall Down
04:12
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[for R.E.G.B.]
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Bats Of Brunswick
03:10
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It's hard to ignore he was first out the door,
But the CBD bar’s aren’t his friend anymore;
every Friday that’s where all the workmates go,
it’s just a fashion-parade, and he’s learnt to say no;
Cos’ the patrons were just too cool for school,
Sure the barmaid had a pretty face,
But he’s wracked with despair, for he belongs in another place….
/ CHORUS :
And so he makes his way home…
on down the lanes…
head for the cranes – with the cats, and the bats, of Bruns...wick.
I'm off for a pint tonight, at my local hotel:
and if it's your thing, you can eat there as well;
The crowd there is "hip", but the music is free,
and when they give the last call, we hit the party down the street;
Cos the venues have got too cool for school,
it’s hard to find a friendly face,
And the Bouncer’s they say: “have you forgotten you’re banned from this place”...
…And so I make my way home…
on down the lanes…
head for the cranes – with the cats, and the bats;
head for the cranes – with the cats, and the bats;
head for the cranes – with the cats, and the bats, of Bruns...wick.
(Rpt. CHORUS :) Make your way home…………………………//
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Postcards From Éire
04:12
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All We Lacked
03:35
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If i were a betting man, i would bet my race is run;
and if i were a praying man, I would pray that i was wrong...
but i was raised to hate the gamble, and not to worship a lost cause,
now in the many masses is my only faith restored,
cos' as for those conceited Leaders, i am no longer sure;
just one man does not prove, all that's said is wasted words,
yet only through Time alone, can we find our tender cure:
yes in Time, i do Believe -- I'd bet my Life on that;
-- I'd bet my Life on that, and more.....
If I were a betting man... If I were a betting man........
I would pray that i was wrong... I would pray that i was wrong...
If i were a betting man, i would bet my race is run;
and if i were a praying man, I would pray that i was wrong...
..............
I might pray that i was wrong... //
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Pat Bruce Melbourne, Australia
"2-Hat" Pat Bruce is one of Footscray's lesser-known Alternative/Roots troubadours.
His heartfelt song-craft conveys a raw
mix of Celtic-Folk, tinged with muddy country-roots, all drenched with a grungy punk spirit.
As an intermittent stalwart of the inner-Melbourne music scene over the past decade, some say he is finally maturing like a good wine.
Decide for yourself.
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