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

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

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

We Should be Together Now Powderfinger

We Should be Together Now what are you looking for this time around might need something to bring you to ground everything turning me inside and out what are you looking for this time around

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

Whatever Makes You Happy Powderfinger

Whatever Makes You Happy if we never make it back to how far we've come along this way we search around for solid ground that will help to carry us away if the memories I left throw the

(Baby I've Got You) On My Mind Powderfinger

Baby I've got you on my mind, honey you won't ever know How much I need you by my side, promise you won't ever go I won't take no from you this time Baby I've got you on my mind 'Cause honey I've

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

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

These Days Powderfinger

These Days it's coming round again the slowly creeping hand of time and its command soon enough it comes and settles in its place its shadow in my face puts pressure in my day this

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

On My Mind Powderfinger

Baby I've got you on my mind Honey you won't ever know How much i need ya by my side, Promise you I'll never go I won't take no from you this time 'Cos baby I've got you on my mind And honey I gotta

Love Your Way Powderfinger

I got to keep moving to stay warm 'cause I'm freezing in this room And if I prove no good here I'll skip to where I should It's only an imaginary vigil that we keep You salvage what you need I'll take

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

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

Take Me In Powderfinger

don't know I don't know You might, take me in You might, take me in You might, take me in You might, break me in These rules and systems are losing ground What i believe in is breaking down This

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

Exchange Zao

refrained for this love, never open to the hope he has. how could i reject this? he was calling my name, searching for me. i always turned away, not wanting to believe i had a need for him.

Give Powderfinger

Give I keep looking back for clues They're all mine And I keep pulling back from truths They're all mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine Lies to relieve the soothe They're

Waiting for the Sun Powderfinger

Waiting for the Sun this will be an uncertain time for us my love 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

Boing Boing Powderfinger

Boing Boing There's nothing to say but she, came and then she went through Her cardamom powder sneeze, raised the old hotel roof There's nothing to play so we, swam into the rockpool Habits are breaking

Thrilloilogy Powderfinger

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 down your shooting star there you go again to

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

Tail Powderfinger

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 point to

Morning Sun Powderfinger

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 the way that they've been carrying on I never was one 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

Pockets Powderfinger

By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air in the atmosphere Make it easy to breathe So

How Far Have We Really Come? Powderfinger

Despite the miseries And the lessons learned from history The pattern still repeats Never to surrender don't you ever repeat How far have we really come?

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

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

Pick You Up Powderfinger

Pick You Up When you are set to throw in your hand When you are far from home When what you believe is buried in your hands When you feel outgrown I'll be the one to pick you up again When you

(Return of) The Electric Horseman Powderfinger

(Return of) The Electric Horseman In my head inside my dreams Under my hand as no one's seen Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and recover So

Bridle You Powderfinger

Bridle You Strip me down Wash me white Leave the sparks in my eyes Novelty Wearing thin Overload of thruth and advice Narrow minds Move hollow mouths To taste the foot that

Not My Kinda Scene Powderfinger

tell me where i'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad so lean to the side whisper it quiet the end is in

Vladimir Powderfinger

drunken Muscovite Mouths locked tight With a native man seeking shelter for the night I am a man I disguise what I can Boys with babies short of breath Nervously admire my dress Eyes returning to

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 to

Come Away Powderfinger

Come Away Come away with me i won't bite Your face is near come away Come away Feel my hand is on your skin It's smooth I want to touch it To touch it Come sit yourself next to me I've got

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

My Kind of Scene Powderfinger

My Kind of Scene Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad lean to the side

Trading Places Powderfinger

Trading Places I could not face I could not face you lost my place couldn’t I fade away cannot wait to trade my place again you save face when I hang my head in shame feelings hide feelings

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

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

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

Bless My Soul Powderfinger

Push me right over And hold me down under the waves If I'm out breath maybe I'll recognise my mistakes Coz nothing I've done yeah Is worthy of showing to you It's just meaningless bullshit And promises

Belter Powderfinger

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’t have to

Already Gone Powderfinger

Already Gone you've been working all your life all weekends 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

Glimpse Powderfinger

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 its come to

Save Your Skin Powderfinger

Save Your Skin If all the people that you ever knew Pooled all thier money and gave it to you Do you think you could raise enough To save you skin?

Sink Low Powderfinger

Sink Low It sure is guiet around here The phone never rings anymore So I'll wallow in silence And nail my soul to the floor ‘Cause I'm angry and jealous And sick and tired of untruth