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Everyone I know it seems is going mad,
They just don’t know where this world is heading to,
And you were such a beauty – yes you got me bad,
Such a pity you’re too young to have a clue.
Now I’m raking over the ashes of the little that we’ve done,
We’ve hardly said a word yet something wicked this way comes,
Each forsaken heart still will follow its own laws,
Somehow you’ve put a spell on me but, I’m not yours…
(Somehow you’ve put a spell on me but, I’m not the one for you…; I’m not yours.)
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It’s so hard these days to find a sweetheart,
When everybody wants somebody new,
And the warmer that things get the more we drift apart,
Nothing I say can change your point of view.
So I’m raking over the ashes of the little that we’ve done,
We’ve hardly said a word yet something wicked this way comes,
Each forsaken heart still will follow its own laws,
Somehow you’ve put a spell on me but, I’m not yours…
(Somehow you’ve put a spell on me but, I’m not the one for you…; I’m not yours.)...
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Well you can’t find work --now you’ve found your calling,
And the one you think you love thinks that you’re appalling.
So many dreams I just can’t seem to catch,
I guess I’m going through another “rough patch”.
You are bound by your whims, I am bound by whimsy,
If this is all in the genes, then this joke’s growing flimsy,
Can we ever really change what’s already been hatched?
Maybe the whole lot is one long rough patch...
When you start to wonder what sort of life you’ve been leading,
Then you know that it’s the wrong wolf you’ve been feeding...
I suspect I’m not alone in being like that:
I guess we’re going through another rough patch... ...
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Until Next Time We Meet
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It’s well said and less well-known, the fact that “Talk Is Cheap”,
While it’s true we’ve hardly spoken this learning-curve is steep;
The night ends always too soon and plans are barely laid,
But those dark gypsy eyes never far from mind have strayed,
Cos I don’t think you’re wearing any mask,
And you seem to know the right questions to ask,
deliver me just a few words, something I’ve rarely heard,
Keep me sweet.....
Until next time we meet /
(Until next time we meet... .)
That little I know of you should bring my mind some pause:
Will you turn out to be my latest great ‘lost cause’ ?
Now you won’t meet my glance – your gaze is cold and deep,
Still I just can’t help but ask, why under my skin you creep...
Now I don’t think you’re wearing any mask,
But you seemed to know the right questions to ask?
deliver me just a few words, something I’ve rarely heard,
Keep me sweet.....
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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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