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That Old Black Dog
03:07
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She was near her 14th year when I got word of her demise,
Goodbye to that sweet affection and those kind devoting eyes, We would take long winding walks she was the friendliest girl around,
Her gentle grace would set my mind at ease and her silence was profound;
I had cared for her and watched her grow...
When you fall into, a deep dark fog,
I guess that it must be, that old black dog,
It still follows me too you know,
And that old black dog just won’t let go...
It was a clear and sunny April day when I got that dreaded call,
My folks had left the surgery it seems that they had tried their all,
I didn’t live that far away but life was full and fancy free,
I suppose I thought she’d be okay – it’s strange what we fail to foresee;
She would know me better than I could know...
When you fall into, a deep dark fog,
I guess that it must be, that old black dog,
It still follows me to and fro,
And that old black dog just won’t let go.
It still follows me too you know....
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I watch you from my side of the bar, in the hazy amber light,
Your eyes are never too far away . . . not as far as they are tonight.
Something tells me that you’ve been wronged, or has someone been unkind?
I’m always here darlin’, would it be so bad . . . just to share what’s on our mind?
CHORUS:
So I’ll sit and drink, and smile, and think: I don’t even know your name…
But I’ll order another, watch your soft eyes flutter,
And wish you would feel the same./
Now the pool balls crack, and the glasses clink, the old jukebox it grinds and skips,
I’m right here darlin’ now don’t look sad, let me brush your fingertips. ...
CHORUS:
So I’ll sit and drink, and smile, and think: I don’t even know your name…
as you pour me another, my voice breaks and I stutter,
And how I wish you’d feel the same;
Yeah I wish you’d feel the same.//
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3. |
Girl with the Fiddle...
04:10
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That fiddling lass has come along in leaps and bounds,
I used to avoid her like the plague: her noisy, screechy sounds!
But the occasional little show is nice to pass the time…
Now I bet you’ve see me picking up butts up off-of the ground,
Well that’s coz I don’t like begging – enough of that around,
But this town’s so deep in dough, it’s hardly a crime.
All I own is in my hands: a bottle of Coke and scraps from garbage cans,
These Footscray streets they are my home; night and day it’s here I roam...
Well no-one every asks how my life turned wrong,
I’m just bushy white hair and dirty coat – grey and long,
but today the girl with the fiddle played my song…
Yeah today the girl with the fiddle played my song.
I watched from the footpath bench just across the road
With eyes bright and wide, my moon face it glowed,
in a way like nobody here would ever have seen.
That sweet fiddle tune it soared and wove
a warmth in my heart, as the cold wind blowed,
And if I had a few quid, I’d even toss her a queen.
All I own is in my hands: a bottle of Coke and scraps from garbage cans,
These Footscray streets they are my home; night and day it’s here I roam...
Well no-one every asks how my life turned wrong,
I’m just bushy white hair and dirty coat – grey and long,
but today the girl with the fiddle played my song…
Yeah today the girl with the fiddle played my song. ...//
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4. |
Dark Eyes [cover]
04:57
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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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