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House 4 $ale
03:46
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I hear they lost fathers and sons
in the great world wars
There’s no front line anymore
But we’re still loosing men
Missing in action or ya missing yourself
So you won this battle but you’ve lost this war
You coming home? You coming home at all?
There’s a house for sale
And a home for sale in my heart
So grit your teeth and bear this load
Walk on down that Trojan road
grit your teeth and bear this load
Walk on down that Trojan road
For love
He’d rather be fighting her
than fighting himself inside
She’d rather be fighting him
This chance to win to save this pride
The battle for custody
A pawn or a weapon gained
Call me your kid and I will call you my dad
Any other day it’s just not father’s day
So grit your teeth and bear this load
Walk on down that Trojan road
grit your teeth and bear this load
Walk on down that Trojan road
For love
She’d rather be fighting him
than fighting herself inside
He’d rather be fighting her
This chance to win to save this pride
Missing in action or ya missing yourself
So you won this battle but you lost this war
You coming home? You coming home at all?
There’s a house for sale
And a home for sale in my heart
So grit your teeth and bear this load
Walk on down that Trojan road
grit your teeth and bear this load
Walk on down that Trojan road
For love
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2. |
Suburbia
04:20
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Intro chord pattern x 2
A E F#
Brick veneer and a big front yard
D7
Fist of valium to keep the façade
A E F#
TV shopping and midday soaps
D7
Just the remedy to keep up the hope
A E F#
Six o’clock, dinners on the table
D7
The old man would run if he was able
A E F#
Behind the ‘Sun’ he hides his face
D7 D7
Checking for winners in the last race
A
In suburbia, there’s lot’s of trees
E
In suburbia, there’s lots of peace
A
I’m waiting for my folks to die
D D7
So I can have my little piece of the pie
A E? A
In suburbia, In suburbia.
A E F#
Where’s the key can I borrow the car
D7
I’ll put $10 bucks in and I won’t drive too far
A E F#
Just to Westfield or shopping town
D7
Chucking donuts and hangin’ around
A E F#
I’ll grab the milk on my way home
D7
Racin’ back quick for my morning cone
A E F#
Computer game on my big screen
D7
With my music up loud you won’t hear me scream
A
Suburbia, I’ll live my life
E
In suburbia, where I’ll find a wife
A
I’m just praying for Friday to come
D D7
Spending my weekend as drunk as a skunk
A E
In suburbia. No place to go
D7 D
Except to my dealers where I’ll score an ‘O’
A E
And quick as a flash I’ve spent all my cash
D7 A
Just to keep me sane for the week
Middle 4 patterns A/E/F#/D7 16 bars - solos
A
In Suburbia, there’s lot’s of trees
E
In Suburbia, there’s lots of peace
A
Just waiting for my folks to die
D
So I can have my little piece of the pie
A E
In suburbia, I’ll live my life
D7
Behind a white picket fence
D
Behind me my wife
A E
And a nice cut lawn and a wire screen door
D7 A
And a dog, and a cat, oh and some kids.
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3. |
This Body
03:06
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Don't go dragging this body round
flesh like stone falls
mornings round this old way
say it's three laps everyday
two bodies lie, one is still
one is dragged, behind a mans darkest will
neither laid to rest
they’d buried standing up if they could
she’s wearing sunglasses again
and I seen that look in your eye she says
she says, she says, she says
One is dead and one is dying
dragged across this field flying
Flesh is torn and flesh is ripped
it's cut along this funeral strip
A body tares as somebody's tears
It's one more bandage and one more year
I said I'd never be like him
Punching doors and kicking bins
I see myself myself in my kids eyes.
staring at me with these eyes a child
Don't go dragging this body round
flesh like stone falls
to the ground.
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4. |
Fire Water (Home)
03:53
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Sinking down
Settle on the bottom
Old man sitting there
He starts to sing
Old man singing.
notes come from the deep ground
Old man singing
notes come from deep below
Fire burns
Water flows
Fire burns
Water glows
I'm here
Sinking - floating down
Sing to me old man
The notes come from deep within
Sing to me old man
Sounds from deep below
Fire burns
Water flows
Fire burns
Water glows
I'm home
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5. |
Hotted up Ford
03:18
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Walk along in a different time. Don’t step out of line
Looking at a screen too closely leads to being blind
A hotted up ford runs a red light and streaks into this night
A back seat full of young boys, stubbies on that floor
Hanging out those windows and opening those doors
A couple walk on a summer’s night, a hand upon a hand
A couple kiss on a summer’s night, a man with a man
A Friday night in this city street 6 boys step from a car
A clenched fist and a kick of boots, a cry ‘watch out for
that blood they laugh’
I believe in love and it don’t matter bout your colour, your sex or your god-damn creed.
We become what we watch and fact is Fiction on this square TV
In a black and white world, there’s only room for boys & girls
Not boys with boys, or girls with girls or boys who are girls.
The couple didn’t match what’s on the TV, it was boy and boy
A polaroid snap from Dougie in the back he sorted the men from the boys.
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6. |
Another Night Alone
05:36
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Been drivin’ all night now
Back from an interstate show
300 K’s west of home
Another night alone
Intro – 1 pattern
His stories are songs
Road house coffees and this road so long
He’d play more gigs if he could
He’d do it for ever, yeah, touch wood
He’s got his old guitar case
Stickers from all over the place
A list of venues in an old folder
And from an outback pub, a favourite stubbie holder
Run down x 1
Just an old school cowboy
Travelling this wide, wide land
Always got more to see
Living his life on the wallaby
Intro – 2 patterns
He used to play with a band
Until a road accident, so hard to understand
Now they only play Europe,
they travel by train
Sometimes sleepless nights
Haunting memories of that crash
Life goes on and on
Hey it’s another song
Run down x 2
Intro – 1 pattern
Outro verse – change to 100 K’s – Then harmonics short
Been drivin’ all night now
Back from an interstate show
100 K’s west of home
Another night alone
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7. |
Fighting Forces
02:51
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He’s fighting forces he can't see
Some God declare this destiny?
The old lines are fading
Their drawing from the inside now
He carries the shield of his father
She carries the shield of her mum
He carries the shield of his father
Put another tank of fuel in this Trojan Horse I'm going in
I’m going in
Break 1 pattern
Where’s the commander who tells him to turn and fight
Charge the front line wield a sword
With murder in his eyes
He'd cut them down like saplings
He'd cut them down like small fry
He'd cut them down like saplings
You let these sleeping dogs lie
Oh Let them Lie
Let them Lie
Break 1 pattern
He’s fighting forces he can't see
Some God declare this destiny?
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8. |
Sing Me Up
04:37
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Sing me up
Get me there
sing me up
Dreaming
Sing me up
Get me there
sing me up
Dreaming
‘Life ain’t no rehearsal
When the stage is so grand
Sing me up boy
Get me there
sing me up
Dreaming
Sing me up girl
Get me there
Are you gonna sing me up
Dreaming
‘Cause life ain’t no rehearsal
When the stage is so grand
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9. |
See the Stars Fall
03:00
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See the stars fall from the sky tonight
Catch one as they all come crashing down
A starless sky tonight
Put it in your pocket and walk that lonely road
There’s a star inside
Maybe in your darkest days
Bring out that little star
Throw it to the sky, throw it afar
It might just hang there
Light the way for you
For others too in their blues
Throw it to the sky
Throw it so far, though it so hard, through that night time
When it’s burning, when it’s hurting, when every single part of you stopped working.
When you are so close to the edge you can’t breathe, you can’t stop your mind.
Let it go.
See the stars fall from the sky tonight
It starts again, the beginning is at the end
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DAVE HOUSTON Melbourne, Australia
Renowned theatrical impresario Dave Houston has released two solo albums, and an EP and a bunch of band
albums.
FRONTIER is ______
Houston's music is mellowed, rocky & psyche-folk treatment of themes dear to his heart. It swerves like an old Holden across the desert, careering from the angst of the traveling songwriter to the troubles of our dear heaving continent.
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