Like a Dog Powderfinger

Like a Dog in all that he takes in all that he shows the higher the stakes the lower the blows and all the mistakes that he's ever known whatever it takes he'll be stealing the show now

Powderfinger Cowboy Junkies

Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river, with a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the

POWDERFINGER Neil Young

POWDERFINGER Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John, 'Cause it don't look like they're

Rockin' Rocks Powderfinger

You're swollen like a lexicon If you hurry we'll be home real soon If you meet me in the morning, gonna make my day The sky will fall and the planets swoon, Feel like tomorrow coming up too soon

Skinny Jean Powderfinger

Skinny Jean Yeah you got knee high boots to hide focaccia fruit yeh You better think twice about the soy milk drink babe You got a patent handbag and solid state rags You wont think twice about the

Thrilloilogy Powderfinger

Thrilloilogy for every story gone untold there's a secret that dissolves so many pieces still unsolved you're not quite who you think you are can see the symptoms from afar I'm hosing

Odyssey #5 (take 4) Powderfinger

Odyssey #5 (take 4) welcome to the new suburban fables dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle if you're paying peanuts you get monkeys better save that silly money for junkets

Belter Powderfinger

Belter you go I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes but not today too slow I feel like stopping arrows with your mind it’s all the same something come along gonna make a change you don

Don't Panic Powderfinger

If I invite danger It might just do some good for me Slack jawed little stranger Slip and shuffle on your feet If I set a trap I'll raise suspicion and keep eyes on me I'll just keep kicking at

Tail Powderfinger

lead you’ll follow me Come and relevie the friends that I keep They’re sick of me Small minded creed blisters and weeps Swallow the shit that jealousy feeds Choke on it And I may have a

Capoicity Powderfinger

Capoicity honesty is out of style so hammer in the coffin nails a message sent across to land with kisses for you we’ll tell them nothing our little secret they’ll never make us ever open up

Solution Powderfinger

Solution There’s every sign That every mind must bear a little frustration When souls collide We’re all bound to leave sometime If you were my only problem Then I couldn’t confuse you

Since You've Been Gone Powderfinger

There's a truth begging to be told as the blues grab and take a hold To continue like this only acts as a force for no good I just want to say that I miss you and I've felt pitiful since you've been

Celebrity Head Powderfinger

Celebrity Head at quarter to nine my plus one decides to make her arrival I’ll say what I like at the end of the night for social survival I’ll cut you to size then apologize and make an impassioned

A Song Called Everything Powderfinger

How many more times will you say that you love me How many more times will you wake up beside me You think that you told me what I'd like to hear But I think you should tell me how you really feel

This Syrup to Exchange Powderfinger

This Syrup to Exchange It’s early rise His teeth are firm And cleanse with hands to hunt and hope The sun divieds Imagine leaves A shelter while I sleep There are many years To

Over My Head Powderfinger

Over My Head a combination of the two worst ideas you might have well don't complain you just concede, there's nothing left for you (it's) sad to think that its all gone over my head I like to

Hindley Street Powderfinger

Hindley Street a gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four the Hindley st parade shuffles to my door the hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn twenty-five in thirty days makes this room

Morning Sun Powderfinger

is at your feet Did you think I was always gonna take your side Grevellea's in bloom Right outside your room You can keep your honour I can save my pride Keep your hands up on the table Well, I don't like

Glimpse Powderfinger

things when after all They're only handed down Now why must we accept these things when after all They're only handed down Tell me when does your mercy begin What you say and what i see Looks like

These Days Powderfinger

command soon enough it comes and settles in its place its shadow in my face puts pressure in my day this life well its slipping right through my hands these days turned out nothing like

Powderfinger (Live) Neil Young, Crazy Horse

Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John, 'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail

SS Powderfinger

memory Little secrets become fantasy Stuart Surridge never growing tired Little boys baby safe inside These things are mine for always We can hold our breath 'till we all turn blue Then we'll race like

Private Man Powderfinger

Private Man I tell you he’s a private man in a public circumstance he’s eyeing off an old doorframe looking for a drastic change it’s such a shame this had to end but things are out of his command

Walking Stick Powderfinger

Walking Stick Spoon Fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I wont say a word You’ve sewn me

Process This Powderfinger

Have you ever been done so low Till it put you in the picture show Have you ever felt so ashamed Tryin to process someone else's pain Put your message down in a box Lick a stamp why dont you send it off

Grave Concern Powderfinger

Grave Concern Somebody screaming that the end is nigh Never seen nobody with hopes so high Uneasy feeling creeping up on me Justify a weary trinity And I can hardly contain my joy Let

Vladimir Powderfinger

Vladimir I am the lizard queen Uniform of taffeta and diamond rings In here I see all kinds Even tiny drunken Muscovite Mouths locked tight With a native man seeking shelter for the night I

Hurried Bloom Powderfinger

Hurried Bloom She has a handfull of reasons to loose him He liberates her often hidden smile She buried trust faded away He swallowed any promises they made Darkness to weave its silent

Passenger Powderfinger

if you want to be a passenger climb aboard with me we’re leaving now step outside and see another world only if you want to be a passenger chained so many places you’d prefer to be than framed

Oipic Powderfinger

Oipic Far may you run from what you know Sermons homespun before the show One superjudge that brings a change in taste The new seasons king with a brand new face Cause the old seasons bloom seemed

Don't Wanna Be Left Out Powderfinger

I creep around slowly and receive from the TV signals about my life I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring attention to myself A cerebral hitman permeates

The Metre Powderfinger

The Metre blow the candles out to raise to the night let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight it's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time if you measure the world by

Up & Down & Back Again Powderfinger

it feels the same when you're pushed out of the way and into the crush in all the hidden pleasures you find in what you're looking for I hope that you remember that pride comes before a

Stumblin' Powderfinger

I got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said The pain went straight to my head chopping me up turning me to morose You've got a thing or two coming soon so I'll get out of your way Beat

Father’s pyramid Powderfinger

me strength Bonding my brothers And the war was her enemy Shed her mother’s tear Broke her mother’s heart Broke their feeble bond And I'm stripped from my love Could you find me a

Already Gone Powderfinger

and overtime while you're trying to unwind you can't relate to the leisured life another day meanders by keeping nature's tabled time all these things just pass you by and you can't relax in a

Roll Right By You Powderfinger

Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe Do you have the information to decide whether you really care C'mon you

Living Type Powderfinger

better not say About the blood on your hands There's love on your breath I'd better not say About the blood on your hands You hold the future in your hands And sullen eyes soothe and command A

Whatever Makes You Happy Powderfinger

this way we search around for solid ground that will help to carry us away if the memories I left throw the light that helps to guide you through we trickle down to our goodbyes but a

The Day You Come Powderfinger

The Day You Come memories are fading a single voice complaining while days are stacking up it’s hardly worth debating the people are frustrated drink from poison cup the system is collapsing

Sunsets Powderfinger

breaking you every time you fall But to shower you with pity will do you no good at all Slow burn watching the world turn from my arms New way of measuring each day until it's gone Sunrise building a

Waiting for the Sun Powderfinger

I can hear the echo of your voice in my head singing my love I can see your face there in my hands my love I have been blessed by your grace and care my love singing my love there's a

Sink Low Powderfinger

scenes That drag me down My wheels turn slow Loves candle burns slow And now my eyes are dressed in rags To hide the scars from what I’ve seen And my fall from grace Could it be a

DAF Powderfinger

DAF Holding out for a signal to come Solution found should appease everyone Religion hides from developing proof Believers try to encourage the truth Cascading down golden rays above Cascading

Give Powderfinger

for you They're all mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine You've got your brakes on I should run a

My Happiness Powderfinger

My Happiness I see your shadow on the street now I hear you push through the rusty gate click up your heals on the concrete waiting for a knock coming way to late it seems an age since

Love Your Way Powderfinger

what you need I'll take the love you leave And as the memory gathers dust, buried in its crust Are the remains of what we've done and the seeds of what we just begun The tapping of the rain beats a

(Return of) The Electric Horseman Powderfinger

Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and recover So don't tie the hands of your brother All seasons fail and recover Home ground relief from a

Bless My Soul Powderfinger

in Colour me with red and gold Your sweet love has blessed my soul Colour me with red and gold Come bless my soul Well I left the thunder And rain of my past all behind When I'm looking back there's A