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Postcard From Eucla
04:42
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Postcard from Eucla
Been away for ten months off to see the world
Perth International Airport returned me to home soil
We first fought on the way home later on that night
I didn’t know I’d come home to fight
I sent a post card from Eucla to let you know I’d gone
Australia’s half behind me I’m heading for an east coast dawn
No man is an island but I was all at sea
I sent a postcard from Eucla to you from me
Headed down to Bunbury visiting some friends
Trying to get my head straight trying to make amends
Phone calls didn’t soften words unsaid that bite
Threw my swag in the back of the old HR drove all through the night
I sent a post card from Eucla to let you know I’d gone
Australia’s half behind me I’m driving through a desert dawn
No man is an island but I was all at sea
I sent a postcard from Eucla to you from me
And it’s such a hard time living in a world of tears
When you find the ones you love become the ones you fear
And it’s such a hard time drowning in a sea of tears
When the ones you thought you loved are the ones you fear
Now I live in Sydney big smokes all around
Found some work and a few friends kind of settled down
The distance home is drags like a chain upon my heart
And the stony desert crossing still keeps us apart
I sent a post card from Eucla to let you know I’d gone
Australia’s now behind me no time left to mourn
No man is an island but I was all at sea
I sent a postcard from Eucla to you from me
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Sand In The Hourglass
03:39
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Sand in the Hourglass
Where does the sand in the hourglass come from?
Was it washed up on the shores of time?
Thrown on the beach by the waves of the deep
The deep dark ocean the endless ocean
Endless time
How did the sand lose its place on the beach?
Now trapped in a jar, now out of reach
Endlessly turning forever yearning
For the waves of the deep to throw it ashore
Once more
Am I just an hourglass trying to catch time?
Counting the hours until I’m dead
Without reason or rhyme
Am I just an hourglass vessel filled with sand?
Stand on my feet stand on my head
Never to understand
Am I just an hourglass?
The hourglass turns and the grains trickle through
Counting seconds and minutes till the hour is due
Again and again the trickle of grains
Watching forever the world passing by
Wondering why?
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Falling
04:51
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Falling
Looking back I see now I always was the one
Who did things right and never caused a fuss
Wore my school tie and blazer always stood in line
Life was straight as two railroad tracks
University set the path for my career
The girl I married was just right for me
Worked hard for promotion made the kids assemblies
Weekends I mowed the lawn at our house
All falling apart
Falling like lines of dominoes
Click, clack once they start
There’s only one place they can go
Lying so silent on the ground
I should have seen the cracks when they first appeared
My wife’s stretched smile at the kitchen table
Cheek turned for kiss have a nice day dear
I ignored the tears in her eyes
The house seemed kind of quiet that night when I came home
The kids were at her sister’s overnight
Chair lying on its side feet not reaching quite
The lino floor is etched in my mind
The kids are at her sisters still I’ve got two weeks growth
And a bottle in a brown paper bag
The cracks became a chasm and we both fell right in
I can’t forgive either her or me
All falling apart
Falling like lines of dominoes
Click, clack once they start
There’s only one place they can go
Lying like bodies in the ground
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The Cradle to the Grave
We’re driving through the wheatbelt
Surrounded by the ghosts of pioneers
Fields of green wave and nod
A silent benediction as we go
My 6-year-old daughter looks across a distant sky
Her eyes trace the flight path of some crows
It’s the journey of a lifetime like other lives before
Back and further back the lifetimes go
From the cradle to the grave
Rusted farm machinery
Standing like skeletons in paddocks
There’s tumble down ruins
Testament to those who’s made a claim
The ashes of my mother keep us company
On our journey to the farm where she was raised
My daughter’s face casts my mind back forty years
To a journey that I’d made much the same
From the cradle to the grave
On the edge of nowhere
We climb outcrops cracked and grey
Ashes fly on the breeze
My daughter watches as Grandma soars back home
We all come home eventually
From the cradle to the grave
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Ross De Baker Fremantle, Australia
Ross de Baker was born and lives in the south-west of Western Australia. Ross’ songs are stories of Australia, and stories of Western Australia in particular. Songs about the histories and trials and times of the people. Songs of the blue skies and red dirt, and the forests and farms and mines and stations scattered through the vast western lands. ... more
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