so lazy with her pistol hand As her hair hung hot off the loom A red-eyed Chicken felt like stepping in But his lines lacked their customary cool Her conversation flowed like treacle from a tin And Chicken felt like some kind of fool, Oh Yeah! They had chart success in the 70s, 80s and 90s, and again more recently since reforming in 2011, with nine albums making the Australian top ten. “Who’s that on the telephone” The fisherman said “Looks like a writer” She turned her head “Could be, we’ll see” Ma ring replied “There were rumours when he came”, And as the evening fell Around the old hotel The stranger left his dial-tone His place was gone In the game, “He’s down from the city And he’s here to think. Chordie is a search engine for finding guitar chords and guitar tabs. Shipping steel, shipping steel . Lyrics. . And at the break of day Lucretia came undone. Yeah lucky Yeah lucky Whoa lucky, It was never ever easy Going inside her mind Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain, It was never ever easy Looking deep in her eyes There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again, Gay pistoleros Drinking and fighting Playing guitars And pissing all over the lawn, Lusty senoras Kicking and biting Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn, It was never ever easy I used to crawl out of bed Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head, It was never ever easy You can take it from me That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be, Lonely conchitas Slamming tequilas Fat federales smoking and scratching their balls, Black-eyed bandidos Firing their pistols Singing yi yi yi yi yi for no reason at all, It was never ever easy It used to fill me with dread Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head, We’ve been dancing around this feeling Tip tiptoeing around that word It’s so easy to say but God dammit Nobody wanna say it first Nobody wanna say it first, How high is the moon tonight It ain’t too high to shoot You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running Right here on the end of my boot Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you ’til I make you tilt Shake you ’til I make you tilt, Don’t you think it’s time I know what’s on your mind Way down south we can get a little liquor Way down south where the air gets thicker Come on baby now Here’s the kicker Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger, Cock the hammer and hammer the lock You’re looking pretty cute In your little white frock with your All night boots ridin’ up your thighs What you got in your clip Can only fantasise Spin that chamber and fire An’ hope to fuck I get out alive, Don’t you think it’s time You know what’s on my mind Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin’ bigger Down that rye, suck on that jigger Eye to eye, together I figure Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it Pull the trigger, We both know you’ll be leaving soon, flying for a day Following a heart already gone I can hear your conversation turning inward and away We both know when it happens you’ll be flying out alone, I’ll watch you disappear like a stone into the blue Take the loss and never let it show You think your destination is waiting just for you But you don’t know yet how much further you’ll need to go, It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris No matter what they told ya No matter what they told ya It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris I know that won’t hold you here I know that won’t hold you, I love you for the way you still believe that you’re invincible The way tomorrow has to happen now I love the way you’re driven by a heart so incorruptible But there’ll be ways to break it, and people who know how, I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines Cashing in their only ticket home Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn. Yeah lucky, You know I’m not the one to give up My hour glass is losing sand Can you understand When things get out of hand I might get lucky…. The hangman told her the truth, She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose She felt the pain inside from the very start, All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart. And as they hauled her away and her hands were bound Lucretia’s eyes were cold, as the cold, hard ground, The trial was short the lovers had confessed, And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks And left the holy ground where they would never rest And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left, Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There’s another place, does a better job by far, When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar, When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89 But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar, You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door Walnut piano on a wooden floor Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar, When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star, With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand They say you can win a mariachi band You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar, Haul that mother, haul that son Haul that rubber to the end of a run That ain’t got ridden since between the wars All hidden from the liquor laws, That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s), Wake up in the morning, feel like shit Waiting on a message, that’s my hit Forget about food, forget about time Alla my body, alla my mind Alla my intentions, alla my drive Is bent on keeping our connection alive Every decision, my vision is pinned Counting off the hours till you call again, I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you, Checkin’ on messages, lookin’ at the wall Leavin’ my room, walkin’ up and down the hall Exiting the building, on the street Shopping for nothing on the same old beat Wandering the city, another night lost Counting off the hours, the stations of the Cross Counting off the hours, back to my room Teenage cars goin’ boom boom boom, Wake up in the morning, feel like shit Waiting on a message, that’s my hit Forget about food, forget about time Forget about checkin’ out the scene of the crime, I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you, I got things to do I don’t want to Give me way more time to spend with you Honey when you’re gone You’re gone too long It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away, If you hear me cry Your name in the night Baby I’m just tryin’ to find your welcome light Well there’s only one You’re thinkin’ of It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away, My work is done, this is my time And there’s someone I need to know Maybe one day we’ll find We won’t have no need to go, My work is done, this is my time And there’s somewhere I need to go Maybe one day we’ll find We won’t have no need to go, The horizon is wider than it used to be I ain’t the boy you knew But on a clear day, I can see All the way to you All the way to you, When you’re running blind From promises broken and re-made Then broken again You got no way home Nothing but the smell of burning bridges in the rain, When I look back now I see a young man riding on A one way rail going down Only holding on Riding his addiction into Each new lonely town, I hit the railhead One night in hell And even now I I dunno why I Looked across at the gaming room In a cheap hotel And somehow walked on by Somehow walked on by, Have you ever seen the western sky As the sun goes down Turning indigo to grey It’s enough to make a man believe That maybe one more chance could come my way Maybe one more chance could come my way. 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Into the nightside, the city rolls Rivers of light, a million souls I’m three days out of Parramatta jail City of hearts is out of control Newspaper men are using my name They hold the power, I hold the blame, An’ I know no love runs deep enough to hide you When military minds are closing in I don’t wanna know about tomorrow I don’t wanna know about tomorrow I don’t wanna know about tomorrow Oh no, All last week, I was clutching at straws Facing the future, forcing the doors I got death in the hour, life on the run Or twenty more years under the gun, There’s an eighty dollar hooker She’s asleep on the bed TV weather’s on But the sound is dead Out in the shadows They’ve got us in their sights But I don’t wanna know about tomorrow She set me free tonight, Standing on this intersection Yelling for my change Watching personalities Collapse and re-arrange Gotta smile about it Gotta surf it out or drown In the twentieth century, Some guy selling liberty You’ve heard it all before Let’s take some pet minority To fame in eighty-four Lots of fortunes and Reputations to be found In the twentieth century, Yankees lookin’ east and west Before they cross the road It’s Hollywood democracy It really doesn’t bother me It’s entertainment, baby It explodes, Let the K.G.B. Originally named Orange, the band formed in Adelaide in 1973 as a heavy-metal cover-band comprising keyboardist Ted Broniecki and bassist Les Kaczmarek (died December 5, 2008), keyboard player Don Walker, guitarist Ian Moss and drummer Steve Prestwich (died 16 January 2011). This video was created just for the screens at the live concerts. Original lyrics of Killing Time song by Cold Chisel. . Yakuza girls, doin’ the dog With a yo-yo in and outa the bog Who’s that haulin’ on a rubber glove Yakuza girls, lookin’ for love. [Intro] A B C#m A B C#m A B C#m B/D# E A B [Verse 1] E A B Taking a seat at the bar she don’t talk to anyone E Bsus4 B Plane leaving soon for afar where she don’t know an - y - one C#m D The Complete Cold Chisel von Cold Chisel; Swingshift von Cold Chisel; Rockpalast 1982 von Cold Chisel; The Live Tapes - Vol. Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970. 3 von Cold Chisel - Australian Blues, Rn'B & Heavy Rock from the 70's, Boogie! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway Takes more than just a memory to make me cry I’m happy just to sit here round a table with old friends And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies, There’s a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands And I’m wondering if he’ll go or if he’ll stay, Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field In our day, Taking her seat at the bar She don’t talk to anyone Plane leaving soon for afar Where she don’t know anyone She thinks of her precious time There’s no-one she leaves behind Who could change her mind, Is this the way it’s gonna be forever Is this the way it’s gonna be forever Is this the way it’s gonna be Forever now, Take a whole life’s lonliness Wrap it up in some tenderness Send it off to some emptiness With all my love Cos it’s only you and me There’ll be nothing we need to see Only one thing can set you free Is all my love, Making his way down the stairs He can’t help but looking back Thinks of the things that they shared There’ll be no more turning back He thinks of the day they met The words that she said of love He just can’t forget, Just the way they wanna be forever Just the way they wanna be forever Tell me it will always be Forever now, Take a whole life’s lonliness Wrap it up in some tenderness Send it off to some emptiness With all my love It’s only you and me There’ll be nothing we need to see Only one thing can set you free Is all my love It’s only you and me There’ll be nothing we need to see Only one thing can set you free Is all our love, oh yeah, They’re calling time for exercise Round her Majesty’s hotel The maid’ll hose the room out When I’m gone I never knew such luxury Before my verdict fell Four walls, washbasin, prison bed, Well the Bathurst riots ended When they clubbed the rebels down And in every congregation There was silence You can hear the Angels singin’ When Christmas comes around Four walls, washbasin, prison bed, I love to march while some Nazi calls the time Who’d wanna go home, I can’t see I can’t hear They’ve burnt out all the feeling I’ve never been so crazy And it’s just my second year Four walls, washbasin, prison bed, I’ve been forty days and forty nights In television land I’d kill myself with cigarettes If I could find my hands, Take this will and testament And nail it to the wall You know I spent my time here Learning how to crawl, And money don’t buy water round The ghost town I’ve never found a border round The ghost town Whoever sets the weather Oughta keep it pretty calm Keep it fine and mild Cause like a cheap alarm I’m fuckin’ wound, There’s just a man on a bad street Who cannot turn around Or shout above the heat Below the knees he’s Buried in the ground Waking up in Sydney babylon Is what it’s all about There’s only one way in here And one way out, Open up the door Astrid, cause I’m comin’ down the stairs And I ain’t gonna listen to no more pissin’ around I’ve had seven long years of give a little, take a little Stack a little money away And you better believe I’m gonna take this love to town, Turn on the tears Astrid, and don’t forget to let the neighbours see What a low down deal you got when you married me You can drown your days in valium and brandy Talkin’ to the cat and the dog And you can shove your cheap french vogue society, Goodbye, goodbye . Well I took that crap for a little while And it kept me off the street Then I met me a lady with a shady past And manners like a dog on heat Those musos hummin’ when they see her comin’ Make a noise like a hurricane When you see that line at the dressing-room door You know she’s just spread ‘em for the boys again, Well there ain’t nothin’ better than to rip your sweater In a bang behind the stage Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh Then you stop and estimate her age If she’s turned fourteen she’s a rock’n’roll queen You can give her anything you choose And when she whispers Honey it’s the money or the box You know money’s so easy to lose, It ain’t wrong to steal a Bible When you’re poor and feeling low There’s no sense in those reliable Lookin’ down on those less so, Cause there’s room at Jesus table For all to come and go The Host ain’t quite as formal as some believe You know Jesus was a wanderer And the highway was his call And his feet sometimes wore bandages And his following was small But his faith shone like the twelve-fifteen On the subway station wall He made it, and with his helping I can make it too, And the Lord shall be my shepherd Through the thick times and the thin From the weeks’ end queue for payroll To the landlord’s easy grin Through the nights so cold and lonely I just don’t know where I’ve been He will guide my footsteps homeward once again, Every night when I get home I settle down to prime time limbo When all the boys are gathered around Shouting Ita’a on TV And though the roaches are thick on the ground Somebody goes to close my window Keep the noise of the city down Get a dose of integrity, Every week, in every home She got wholesome news for the family I believe, I believe, in what she says Yes I do I believe, I believe, at the end of the day Her magazine’ll get me through, Ita’s tongue never touches her lips She could always be my godmother And though the desk-top hides her hips My imagination’s strong She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen I’d like to take her out to dinner But when I think about the places I’ve been I’d probably hold my fork all wrong, Every day and every night She’s the only one we can depend upon I believe, I believe, in what she says Yes I do I believe, I believe, at the end of the day Her magazine’ll get me through, To every housewife through the land There is no-one else they can depend upon How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too, Janelle, Janelle, Janelle So far away Goodnight, sweet dreams The world is well Janelle, Janelle, Janelle, Lookin’ through your photograph Talking through the telephone I’m thinking through my plans for me And you so all alone, Someday we’ll wake up laughing Put on our dancing shoes You won’t believe the tales I tell That time, Janelle’s not mine to choose, Jet-lag cramps the lonely face Cheek-bones pinched and tired It’s a cold tarmac breeze That wraps the terminal around Flight-times drag the night along Cab skids down the freeway Time to find a bed For the weeks ahead It’s goodbye, Ice-lines rim the city streets And tire-whines rip the blacktop And the lamps wheel above The misty overpass And Bergman’s face in black and white Repeated down the alleys A prayer above For broken love And goodbyes, Juliet in travel coat Leans wasted on the window Takes a long, long drag To try and settle down It kills her how he turned away How he ripped their love apart Starts to cry Lets the curtain fall It’s goodbye, Lovers see the world through an old, red wine All the sounds of the blues, just disappear With a light like yours beside me It’s been an old, old red wine year, And just how many times did I watch you smile And how long has it been Since my eyes, in tender desperation Gathered every memory, every scene, And Ah! Baby, that’s ok, I’ll live to fight another day Black man, on the ropes At Jimmy Sharman’s fighting ring I’ve seen a lot of things before I had the time to sort them through I’m takin’ time for you, Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now, After all is said and never done Take a long term view Everybody blows a few It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one, Young man, getting old, watching elevators fold Doctor, you know me, wrap me up when nights are cold Last night I walked through miles of closed arcades and home again I’m tired but alive I know that you are too, Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now After all is said and never done Take a long term view Everybody blows a few It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one, I’ve worked in better times When I survived to see things in their prime I know that you will too, You got nothing I want You got nothing I need. “Cheap Wine” is from Australian rock band Cold Chisel. 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