The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are clean
Old ladies put the kettle on
And all-night lechers pause and lean
On grey shop windows, everywhere
A deeper hum is in the air
Hotel room, drifter leaves no clues
He rides a freight-train out of town
And whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of time
Somewhere behind a siren wails
The freight-train soars above the rails
The traveller, he's hard as nails
As the train sweeps down the line
The salmon Season's here to stay
And etched into each shoulder-bone
The mark of Cain is on display
As stone above each measured stone
Old Dresden burns above the breeze
The traveller, he's on his knees
He's watching sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy throne
Dresden blues...
Goodbye (Astrid, Goodbye) lyrics - Cold Chisel
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...
I won't be comin' back for long
Open up the door Astrid, and don't try to stand in my way
I'm heading for a long long night to a better day
And don't bother offering to drive me to the station
You'd only drive me round the bend
We're comin' to the end, there's nothin' left to say
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...
I won't be comin' back for long
Open up the door Astrid, and don't try to stand in my way
I'm heading for a long long night to a better day
And don't bother offering to drive me to the station
You'd only drive me round the bend
We're comin' to the end, there's nothin' left to say
Plaza lyrics - Cold Chisel
I've been living
In the Plaza Hotel
It ain't the Hilton
But I live well
Holes in the ceiling
Holes in the floor
Wallpaper's peeling
There's a nude on the door
Pretty girls
They jump and shout
Cops come running
When I step out
I get some money
When they page me to the phone
You know man cannot live on
Empty principles alone
And who's gonna judge
The role somebody plays
In someone else's budget movie
Come on up to my room baby
I need a co-star
And I can't afford to be too choosy
In the Plaza Hotel
It ain't the Hilton
But I live well
Holes in the ceiling
Holes in the floor
Wallpaper's peeling
There's a nude on the door
Pretty girls
They jump and shout
Cops come running
When I step out
I get some money
When they page me to the phone
You know man cannot live on
Empty principles alone
And who's gonna judge
The role somebody plays
In someone else's budget movie
Come on up to my room baby
I need a co-star
And I can't afford to be too choosy
Shipping Steel lyrics - Cold Chisel
Hammer down the open road
Steel pigs my only load
Country songs are always playin'
He's a goin', she's a staying
Briquets keep the fires burning
Diesel keeps the wheels turning
Hikers on the edge of town
Start off young and end up learning
Shipping steel, shipping steel...
Nobody knows, the way it feels
Caught between Heaven and the Highway
Shipping steel, shipping steel...
Some men need a family
Need the club fraternity
God's salvation guaranteed
Mac's the only friend I need
Steel pigs my only load
Country songs are always playin'
He's a goin', she's a staying
Briquets keep the fires burning
Diesel keeps the wheels turning
Hikers on the edge of town
Start off young and end up learning
Shipping steel, shipping steel...
Nobody knows, the way it feels
Caught between Heaven and the Highway
Shipping steel, shipping steel...
Some men need a family
Need the club fraternity
God's salvation guaranteed
Mac's the only friend I need
I'm Gonna Roll Ya lyrics - Cold Chisel
No copulation, no revolution
Said the young Marquis de Sade
But all the whips in France ain't gonna get me
Fuckin' on a barracade
From the schoolboys on it was one big con
As we hung around the hockey teams
In each boys brain the dream was the same
All I ever went to do is get laid
Now the whole wide world has a better idea
And it shook us all to the core
You follow some two-year fairy tale
Into happy evermore
The sleepy priest at the bridal feast
His hands make a holy sign
And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake
She's a-singin' in the back of her mind
Come on, come on
I'm gonna roll ya all night long...
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
Come on, come on
I'm gonna roll ya all night long...
Said the young Marquis de Sade
But all the whips in France ain't gonna get me
Fuckin' on a barracade
From the schoolboys on it was one big con
As we hung around the hockey teams
In each boys brain the dream was the same
All I ever went to do is get laid
Now the whole wide world has a better idea
And it shook us all to the core
You follow some two-year fairy tale
Into happy evermore
The sleepy priest at the bridal feast
His hands make a holy sign
And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake
She's a-singin' in the back of her mind
Come on, come on
I'm gonna roll ya all night long...
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
Come on, come on
I'm gonna roll ya all night long...
Showtime lyrics - Cold Chisel
Showtime
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check the vacant drooling faces round the room
Another heartbreak battle
And I'm only getting older
Jesus help me when I say I'll give it all up pretty soon
Daytime
Time to fight the morning's headache
Gulp an aspirin bang together one more song
Inspiration cauterised
By years of useeless heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
Showtime
Try to catch the spark
That got me hooked so many years ago and died
Second-rate musicians
Feeding infantile illusions
Reading music magazines to keep the habit satisfied
Pitching
To some demographic average
What the hell he's staying home for, I don't see him here tonight
Thirteen years and over
Tuned to radio between the hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's delight
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
I never knew it could be
So misleading
Waiting for the final song to end
In this dirty nightclub
All the souls are bleeding
Reaching for the big decision
Disco floor or television
Time and time again
You hear the so-called friends
The smug de-facto critics in their movie backdrop cities
Sneering sitdown and listen
Life's a lonely escalator
It's a fool who doesn't know he has to leap off at the end
Well they were never at the guesthouse
With the ghost of Jimmy Rodgers
Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959
And they'll all be gone when the end is come
And I'm kneeling in the backroom
Crying Lord I'm just a trouper, let me play it one more time
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check the vacant drooling faces round the room
Another heartbreak battle
And I'm only getting older
Jesus help me when I say I'll give it all up pretty soon
Daytime
Time to fight the morning's headache
Gulp an aspirin bang together one more song
Inspiration cauterised
By years of useeless heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
Showtime
Try to catch the spark
That got me hooked so many years ago and died
Second-rate musicians
Feeding infantile illusions
Reading music magazines to keep the habit satisfied
Pitching
To some demographic average
What the hell he's staying home for, I don't see him here tonight
Thirteen years and over
Tuned to radio between the hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's delight
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
I never knew it could be
So misleading
Waiting for the final song to end
In this dirty nightclub
All the souls are bleeding
Reaching for the big decision
Disco floor or television
Time and time again
You hear the so-called friends
The smug de-facto critics in their movie backdrop cities
Sneering sitdown and listen
Life's a lonely escalator
It's a fool who doesn't know he has to leap off at the end
Well they were never at the guesthouse
With the ghost of Jimmy Rodgers
Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959
And they'll all be gone when the end is come
And I'm kneeling in the backroom
Crying Lord I'm just a trouper, let me play it one more time
Breakfast At Sweethearts lyrics - Cold Chisel
Campbell lane
Through the window, curtain rain
Long night gone, yellow day
Speed shivers melt away
Six o'clock I'm goin' down
Coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey streetsweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town
Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts...
Hey, Anne-Maria
It's always good to see her
She don't smile or flirt
She just wears that mini-skirt
Drunks come in
Paper bag, Brandivino
Dreams fly away
As she pulls another cappucino
Six o'clock I'm goin' down
Coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey streetsweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town
Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts...
Through the window, curtain rain
Long night gone, yellow day
Speed shivers melt away
Six o'clock I'm goin' down
Coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey streetsweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town
Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts...
Hey, Anne-Maria
It's always good to see her
She don't smile or flirt
She just wears that mini-skirt
Drunks come in
Paper bag, Brandivino
Dreams fly away
As she pulls another cappucino
Six o'clock I'm goin' down
Coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey streetsweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town
Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts...
The Door lyrics - Cold Chisel
Baby baby
The telephone's ringin' again
What do I say, are you home this time
There's somebody askin' on the telephone line
Baby baby
You know it's getting me down
The Fatman called, left no message
They get so heavy when you're not around
Did you see how many, were they driving a truck
Did they come on mean, did you push your luck
Did they offer you a summons, did they offer you a fag
Were they lookin' for the money for the sugar bag
Hostile city
Running out the door again
Pulled a big escape along Broadway
The man came calling seven times today
Keep on running
Keep on moving around
Gotto get away by the break of day
If you relax they're gonna pin you down
You've been hangin' down on Dixon Street
Eating Chinese chicken when it's time to eat
Spending time on the underground
When you relax they're gonna pin you down
Wake up baby
I want you to hold me now
It's 3 a.m., time of night when
Robbers prowl
Give me your hand
You know I could not be sure
Oh baby there it goes again
There's somebody knockin' on the kitchen door...
The telephone's ringin' again
What do I say, are you home this time
There's somebody askin' on the telephone line
Baby baby
You know it's getting me down
The Fatman called, left no message
They get so heavy when you're not around
Did you see how many, were they driving a truck
Did they come on mean, did you push your luck
Did they offer you a summons, did they offer you a fag
Were they lookin' for the money for the sugar bag
Hostile city
Running out the door again
Pulled a big escape along Broadway
The man came calling seven times today
Keep on running
Keep on moving around
Gotto get away by the break of day
If you relax they're gonna pin you down
You've been hangin' down on Dixon Street
Eating Chinese chicken when it's time to eat
Spending time on the underground
When you relax they're gonna pin you down
Wake up baby
I want you to hold me now
It's 3 a.m., time of night when
Robbers prowl
Give me your hand
You know I could not be sure
Oh baby there it goes again
There's somebody knockin' on the kitchen door...
It Ain't Wrong lyrics - Cold Chisel
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
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
Mona And The Preacher lyrics - Cold Chisel
The street boys are waiting for the late late show
Their eyes are shifty and their pants are low
A telephone rings in a room upstairs
The veteran sings to the road below
Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street
The afternoon papers blow around her feet
She hooks her thumb beneath the strap of her bag
Her cigarette gleams as she takes another drag
The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane
The lady says "Coffee!" and the man says "yes"
Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress
Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide
The preacher slides in from the night outside
The laminex tables line along the wall
Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall
The preacher asks softly for the time of day
Then heads towards the mission with his take-away
His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door
The outside rain becomes an inside roar
Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher leaps a swollen drain
Now some like to dance in the twilight zone
Seekin' after Mona when they're all alone
Some seek the preacher, their hearts to console
Cause she heals the body, but he heals the soul
Their eyes are shifty and their pants are low
A telephone rings in a room upstairs
The veteran sings to the road below
Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street
The afternoon papers blow around her feet
She hooks her thumb beneath the strap of her bag
Her cigarette gleams as she takes another drag
The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane
The lady says "Coffee!" and the man says "yes"
Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress
Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide
The preacher slides in from the night outside
The laminex tables line along the wall
Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall
The preacher asks softly for the time of day
Then heads towards the mission with his take-away
His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door
The outside rain becomes an inside roar
Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher leaps a swollen drain
Now some like to dance in the twilight zone
Seekin' after Mona when they're all alone
Some seek the preacher, their hearts to console
Cause she heals the body, but he heals the soul
Metho Blues lyrics - Cold Chisel
Yesterdays are gone
Road is hard and long
People carry on the best they can
Bring down one more day
Spending next week's pay
One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues
But never satisfaction
Kings Cross is my home
And all night long I roam
Begging cents from foreigners and friends
Time's a twisted road
And speed's the only code
Life's a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues
That never leads to answers
And metho is my friend
Yes, our love has one end
We'll be wed 'till death or blindness part
Oh yeah
General health is poor
My eyes are soaking sore
Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues
Lord, please repeat the question
Road is hard and long
People carry on the best they can
Bring down one more day
Spending next week's pay
One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues
But never satisfaction
Kings Cross is my home
And all night long I roam
Begging cents from foreigners and friends
Time's a twisted road
And speed's the only code
Life's a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues
That never leads to answers
And metho is my friend
Yes, our love has one end
We'll be wed 'till death or blindness part
Oh yeah
General health is poor
My eyes are soaking sore
Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues
Lord, please repeat the question
Juliet lyrics - Cold Chisel
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
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
Khe Sanh lyrics - Cold Chisel
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
And how we sailed into Sydney Harbour
I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, until they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
And car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country from end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
I held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
You know there's seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
And how we sailed into Sydney Harbour
I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, until they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
And car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country from end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
I held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
You know there's seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Home And Broken Hearted lyrics - Cold Chisel
Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade
Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
And drove it down to Adelaide
She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston
I thought the heat would never end
But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy
And a few extra dollars to spend
I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
I was talking to his teenage son
I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
At least until he'd had some fun
I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation
Thinkin' all you have to do is try
There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
"Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"
Home and broken hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
And on the radio it's New Year's Eve
What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
She'll never be my friend again
And everyone was asking me where's the little woman
Rolled home before the rain could stop
I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top
It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade
Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
And drove it down to Adelaide
She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston
I thought the heat would never end
But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy
And a few extra dollars to spend
I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
I was talking to his teenage son
I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
At least until he'd had some fun
I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation
Thinkin' all you have to do is try
There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
"Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"
Home and broken hearted
I've been pasted to the telephone
Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
And on the radio it's New Year's Eve
What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
She'll never be my friend again
And everyone was asking me where's the little woman
Rolled home before the rain could stop
I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top
One Long Day lyrics - Cold Chisel
City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years,
Bus timetable'll be my elergy
Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It's a week-by-week charade
General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace
And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go
Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
Until the first-light struck me down
Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway's cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stains
People talking in a seaside bar
I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far
You know I'll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
And forget who I am
You go to move
You got to go
You go to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange
And one long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
And it's allright, you've done it again
Soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day
Layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night and you're alone
Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues
The way things go, thirty years,
Bus timetable'll be my elergy
Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It's a week-by-week charade
General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace
And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go
Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
Until the first-light struck me down
Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway's cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stains
People talking in a seaside bar
I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far
You know I'll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
And forget who I am
You go to move
You got to go
You go to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange
And one long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
And it's allright, you've done it again
Soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day
Layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night and you're alone
Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues
Northbound lyrics - Cold Chisel
Northbound train
Take me home again
Northbound train
Blow that whistle and sing
I left my wife in pieces
My children on the run
I don't give a damn about the time or the money
Just let me get home to my honey
On the Northbound train
Long time ago
And I'm kicked and abused
Long time gone
I've been tangled and used
My hometown lies on the line ahead
You got to drift no longer, the preacher said
You lost your soul in the big bad city
Know you left you wife to the small town pity
Oh no! I never did right
My whole life's been on a long storm
There's only one thing sadder than the cold and rain
That's the midnight whistle on the train
Take me home again
Northbound train
Blow that whistle and sing
I left my wife in pieces
My children on the run
I don't give a damn about the time or the money
Just let me get home to my honey
On the Northbound train
Long time ago
And I'm kicked and abused
Long time gone
I've been tangled and used
My hometown lies on the line ahead
You got to drift no longer, the preacher said
You lost your soul in the big bad city
Know you left you wife to the small town pity
Oh no! I never did right
My whole life's been on a long storm
There's only one thing sadder than the cold and rain
That's the midnight whistle on the train
Rosaline lyrics - Cold Chisel
Rosaline
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, Ah yes I know, what's goin' down
They will come
When it's early
And breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally drowned
Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels screamed
In those evenings
When I promised you my dying days
And my heart hatched its treasons to run
And Ah
These latter days
I'm fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers
Quite at ease
In an armchair
Steaming coffee standing on my knee
I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs
Rosaline
How I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
As they turned you around
And split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, Ah yes I know, what's goin' down
They will come
When it's early
And breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally drowned
Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels screamed
In those evenings
When I promised you my dying days
And my heart hatched its treasons to run
And Ah
These latter days
I'm fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers
Quite at ease
In an armchair
Steaming coffee standing on my knee
I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs
Rosaline
How I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
As they turned you around
And split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies
Darskarzine lyrics - Cold Chisel
Well Daskarzine, she was pretty bland
As she stretched out in the corner of the room
She was Oh! 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!
Her every move
Is a lesson in street ballet
And they speak her name in cheap hotels
From Turkey to Marseillaise
Seduction seems to hang in the dressing-room air
But no-one knows just who's seducing who
She puts it out wave after wave
And never seems to miss the slightest cue
Outside in the wings
The curtain-boys cry lonely
Their one true love is Daskarzine
And for her they'll all die slowly
Oh babe, she says, we've got to die sometime
It's the sweetest thing we do
Why not die from month to month
With my touch to help you through
Now Chicken left the room feeling angry and cold
Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him neatly pidgeonholed
And he was just clinging blindly to his name
I'm Stetson and I ain't so bad, he kept on saying
But his mind was trapped in some kind of cage
He had failed at the ancient art of role-playing
And was fighting to leave the bleeding stage
On the radio
A tenor saxaphone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
As she stretched out in the corner of the room
She was Oh! 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!
Her every move
Is a lesson in street ballet
And they speak her name in cheap hotels
From Turkey to Marseillaise
Seduction seems to hang in the dressing-room air
But no-one knows just who's seducing who
She puts it out wave after wave
And never seems to miss the slightest cue
Outside in the wings
The curtain-boys cry lonely
Their one true love is Daskarzine
And for her they'll all die slowly
Oh babe, she says, we've got to die sometime
It's the sweetest thing we do
Why not die from month to month
With my touch to help you through
Now Chicken left the room feeling angry and cold
Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him neatly pidgeonholed
And he was just clinging blindly to his name
I'm Stetson and I ain't so bad, he kept on saying
But his mind was trapped in some kind of cage
He had failed at the ancient art of role-playing
And was fighting to leave the bleeding stage
On the radio
A tenor saxaphone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
Just How Many Times lyrics - Cold Chisel
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! Last summer on the beach your legs were brown as pecan stains
And how, with dripping faces we would skid to shelter in the pouring rain
But if the game's so low and painful
And if every moment brings no peace
It's just a shame to play
Now in the end there's the long road home
And the party's so dry, without you
Oh my lady, if you have to leave me
Please don't leave me sober, leave me blue
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! Last summer on the beach your legs were brown as pecan stains
And how, with dripping faces we would skid to shelter in the pouring rain
But if the game's so low and painful
And if every moment brings no peace
It's just a shame to play
Now in the end there's the long road home
And the party's so dry, without you
Oh my lady, if you have to leave me
Please don't leave me sober, leave me blue
Teenage Love Affair lyrics - Cold Chisel
I met my baby on a Friday night
I met my baby on a Friday night
I met my baby on a Friday night
She said "rock'n'roll me" everything's gonna be
Alright alright alright
I took my baby to a movie show
I took my baby to a movie show
I took my baby to a movie show
Saw a guy O.D.ed in the third back row
Singin' go cat go cat go"
I walked my baby down beside the sea
She was white as a feather, high on DDT
I'm all strung out, my baby's lookin' old
She's been drained, cashed, refilled
And now resold
I left my baby in a seaside bar
I left my baby in a seaside bar
I left my baby in a seaside bar
Said you take the kids, I'll take the car
Gonna leave this town behind"
I met my baby on a Friday night
I met my baby on a Friday night
She said "rock'n'roll me" everything's gonna be
Alright alright alright
I took my baby to a movie show
I took my baby to a movie show
I took my baby to a movie show
Saw a guy O.D.ed in the third back row
Singin' go cat go cat go"
I walked my baby down beside the sea
She was white as a feather, high on DDT
I'm all strung out, my baby's lookin' old
She's been drained, cashed, refilled
And now resold
I left my baby in a seaside bar
I left my baby in a seaside bar
I left my baby in a seaside bar
Said you take the kids, I'll take the car
Gonna leave this town behind"
Drinkin' In Port Lincoln lyrics - Cold Chisel
Connie goes down to the Pier Hotel
She's on the lookout for a quick romance
She talks real slow and she never could spell
But Jesus don't you watch her dance
Well the Pier's never been no youth hostel
Those bayside boys are all as crazy as hell
And when she hits that floor like a cannonshell
They only wanna get inside her pants
With his feet spread out and his shoulders shakin'
Some fisherman takes her hand
And they clear the floor and they shout more music
And they dance until she just can't stand
And he leads her down past the Baytown jetty
To a place he's found, and he lets her down steady
And the stars hang low like bleached confetti
And they make sweet love in the sand
You know times are tough in old S.A.
They got thousands on the dole
And when the weekend comes they wanna drown their troubles
At the very best waterhole
And it feels much better when they get to thinkin'
Of the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln
And the Pier Hotel where theyíll all be drinkin'
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
He's leaning on the verandah rail
Sipping Queensland rum
She's strolling back to the Pier Hotel
Her legs are kind of numb
Their eyes lock on for a second too long
And though they've never met
The message gets through and Connie starts thinkiní
The night ain't over yet
Oh no the night ain't over yet
She's on the lookout for a quick romance
She talks real slow and she never could spell
But Jesus don't you watch her dance
Well the Pier's never been no youth hostel
Those bayside boys are all as crazy as hell
And when she hits that floor like a cannonshell
They only wanna get inside her pants
With his feet spread out and his shoulders shakin'
Some fisherman takes her hand
And they clear the floor and they shout more music
And they dance until she just can't stand
And he leads her down past the Baytown jetty
To a place he's found, and he lets her down steady
And the stars hang low like bleached confetti
And they make sweet love in the sand
You know times are tough in old S.A.
They got thousands on the dole
And when the weekend comes they wanna drown their troubles
At the very best waterhole
And it feels much better when they get to thinkin'
Of the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln
And the Pier Hotel where theyíll all be drinkin'
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
He's leaning on the verandah rail
Sipping Queensland rum
She's strolling back to the Pier Hotel
Her legs are kind of numb
Their eyes lock on for a second too long
And though they've never met
The message gets through and Connie starts thinkiní
The night ain't over yet
Oh no the night ain't over yet
H-Hour Hotel lyrics - Cold Chisel
I been on the run from bar to bar
Hunchin' down and movin' fast
These last few days I've been so alone
I got my hat pulled down to quartermast
You're the only decent thing I've seen
In this whole hotel since Danny died
The loneliness these past few years
Was thick enough to chew
You hit me like a Turkish bath
The minute I came through the door
Baby I'll break down and cry
If you don't feel it, too
They were gathered round in high-class bars
Doctors' wives and trendy cokers
Danny'n me we went a bit too far
There was one too many smooth stockbrokers
The mob got ugly just like that
And cut him up with butter knives
Threw his carcass in the hall
Turned their eyes on me
Young Danny was a wild one
A naked threat to all their wives
I had to run to save my skin
And baby here I am
Baby you look good to me
Clothes like 1984
You've got something they've all forgotten
Let's not wait, let's find the door
This hotel goes on and on
My only friend a sharp coat pocket razor
My only love is maybe you
There's one too many navy blazers
Jesus we're the only two
I've gotta stay with you
Hey lets spend the night
Hunchin' down and movin' fast
These last few days I've been so alone
I got my hat pulled down to quartermast
You're the only decent thing I've seen
In this whole hotel since Danny died
The loneliness these past few years
Was thick enough to chew
You hit me like a Turkish bath
The minute I came through the door
Baby I'll break down and cry
If you don't feel it, too
They were gathered round in high-class bars
Doctors' wives and trendy cokers
Danny'n me we went a bit too far
There was one too many smooth stockbrokers
The mob got ugly just like that
And cut him up with butter knives
Threw his carcass in the hall
Turned their eyes on me
Young Danny was a wild one
A naked threat to all their wives
I had to run to save my skin
And baby here I am
Baby you look good to me
Clothes like 1984
You've got something they've all forgotten
Let's not wait, let's find the door
This hotel goes on and on
My only friend a sharp coat pocket razor
My only love is maybe you
There's one too many navy blazers
Jesus we're the only two
I've gotta stay with you
Hey lets spend the night
On The Road lyrics - Cold Chisel
Long ago in college days
You could measure my hand
By the style of my play
Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low
I had little to do and nothing to say
Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe
To my skin and my bones
I just had to go
Then everyday and every time I stayed
My feet were burnin'
You just got to know
It's a never ending show
Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go
As we slaved out west
On the cotton chipping
For the money we got
I knew we were slipping
But later speeding down the Puttee Road
Our heads were high
And our hearts were skipping
And we drove all day down Wallacia way
For three long days of music and friends
And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies
When the last note died
We hit the road again
And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in
Saturday night and Tony and me
Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea
The Duke was howlin' down in Sydney town
And when the Duke's around
There's just one place to be
And the rain came down
In Pitt Street in the morning
The air was alive with little wings
We slept in the car till the dawning
And we broke our fast like vagabond kings
And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in
Well time goes on
And you ain't any younger
Your belly gets fat
But you still got the hunger
Your friend's get married
Your hair gets thin
You want to leave it all behind
And scream I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again....
You could measure my hand
By the style of my play
Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low
I had little to do and nothing to say
Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe
To my skin and my bones
I just had to go
Then everyday and every time I stayed
My feet were burnin'
You just got to know
It's a never ending show
Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go
As we slaved out west
On the cotton chipping
For the money we got
I knew we were slipping
But later speeding down the Puttee Road
Our heads were high
And our hearts were skipping
And we drove all day down Wallacia way
For three long days of music and friends
And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies
When the last note died
We hit the road again
And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in
Saturday night and Tony and me
Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea
The Duke was howlin' down in Sydney town
And when the Duke's around
There's just one place to be
And the rain came down
In Pitt Street in the morning
The air was alive with little wings
We slept in the car till the dawning
And we broke our fast like vagabond kings
And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in
Well time goes on
And you ain't any younger
Your belly gets fat
But you still got the hunger
Your friend's get married
Your hair gets thin
You want to leave it all behind
And scream I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again....
A Little Bit Of Daylight lyrics - Cold Chisel
Lock the door
Close the window tight
Draw the curtains
I got to block out the light
Feel the sun, shining in my eyes
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I close the curtain
Make sure no one can see
Is there somebody out there
Am I awake or asleep?
I hear the footsteps
Prowlin' round my door
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well I've been up all night just trying to make ends meet
But things don't always work the way I planned
I take another pill just trying to calm me down
If that don't work, I just get up again
I just get up again
Lock the door
Shut the window tight
I close the curtains
I got to block out the light
I feel the sun, shining in my eyes
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well, I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well, I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Close the window tight
Draw the curtains
I got to block out the light
Feel the sun, shining in my eyes
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I close the curtain
Make sure no one can see
Is there somebody out there
Am I awake or asleep?
I hear the footsteps
Prowlin' round my door
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well I've been up all night just trying to make ends meet
But things don't always work the way I planned
I take another pill just trying to calm me down
If that don't work, I just get up again
I just get up again
Lock the door
Shut the window tight
I close the curtains
I got to block out the light
I feel the sun, shining in my eyes
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well, I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well, I'm just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Monica lyrics - Cold Chisel
Monica
I guess you know this time you've gone too far
Trade your heart
What you're looking for don't need those scars
Out to get whatever you can see
How to get passed your security
I know just what you wanna be
Oh, Monica
Walk away
Maybe once you just might hear me say
What's yours today
Is all I ever wanted anyway
Take your time in choosing someone who's
Gonna be told what they're gonna do
Take my last chance if you want me to
Oh, Monica
No more wasting my time
It'll work out just fine
Thought they'd come to an end
Gonna end up all mine
Bring your friends if you want to
'Cos I won't be telling no lies
There's no sense in wasting our celebration
Monica
No more wasting my time
It'll work out just fine
Thought they'd come to an end
Gonna end up all mine
Bring your friends if you want to
'Cos I won't be telling no lies
There's no sense in wasting our celebration
Monica
Monica
I guess you know this time you've gone too far
Trade your heart
What you're looking for don't need those scars
Out to get whatever you can see
How to get passed your security
There's no sense in wasting our celebrating
Monica
I guess you know this time you've gone too far
Trade your heart
What you're looking for don't need those scars
Out to get whatever you can see
How to get passed your security
I know just what you wanna be
Oh, Monica
Walk away
Maybe once you just might hear me say
What's yours today
Is all I ever wanted anyway
Take your time in choosing someone who's
Gonna be told what they're gonna do
Take my last chance if you want me to
Oh, Monica
No more wasting my time
It'll work out just fine
Thought they'd come to an end
Gonna end up all mine
Bring your friends if you want to
'Cos I won't be telling no lies
There's no sense in wasting our celebration
Monica
No more wasting my time
It'll work out just fine
Thought they'd come to an end
Gonna end up all mine
Bring your friends if you want to
'Cos I won't be telling no lies
There's no sense in wasting our celebration
Monica
Monica
I guess you know this time you've gone too far
Trade your heart
What you're looking for don't need those scars
Out to get whatever you can see
How to get passed your security
There's no sense in wasting our celebrating
Monica
Nothing But You lyrics - Cold Chisel
There's a woman, Oh don't you know
Always on my mind
I don't think that she really knows
How much I've tried
Met her one time so long ago
I was so untrue
I was lost had no place to go
And I was asking you
Baby pull me through
Come the weekend, out with a friend
Who do I see
There's the girl I've been waiting to know
Looking so carefree
I was not gonna spoil it for myself
Like the time before
Ask her kindly, girl won't you dance
Lead her to the floor
Ask her just once more
Baby listen, won't you listen
You don't know just what we've been missing
I just think of you all the time
C'mon baby just say you're mine
I ain't living for nothing but you
Oh this woman, I tell you so
She's the loving kind
I will get her one day, I hope
It's a matter of time
Left my number, she said she'd call
Call me anytime
I'll be waiting, ready to go
We could be doing fine
Just you give me a sign
Baby listen, won't you listen
You don't know just what we've been missing
I just think of you all the time
C'mon baby just say you're mine
I ain't living for nothing but you
Nothin' but you
Always on my mind
I don't think that she really knows
How much I've tried
Met her one time so long ago
I was so untrue
I was lost had no place to go
And I was asking you
Baby pull me through
Come the weekend, out with a friend
Who do I see
There's the girl I've been waiting to know
Looking so carefree
I was not gonna spoil it for myself
Like the time before
Ask her kindly, girl won't you dance
Lead her to the floor
Ask her just once more
Baby listen, won't you listen
You don't know just what we've been missing
I just think of you all the time
C'mon baby just say you're mine
I ain't living for nothing but you
Oh this woman, I tell you so
She's the loving kind
I will get her one day, I hope
It's a matter of time
Left my number, she said she'd call
Call me anytime
I'll be waiting, ready to go
We could be doing fine
Just you give me a sign
Baby listen, won't you listen
You don't know just what we've been missing
I just think of you all the time
C'mon baby just say you're mine
I ain't living for nothing but you
Nothin' but you
When The Sun Goes Down lyrics - Cold Chisel
Oh! When the sun goes down
Oh! When the sun goes down
Oh! When the sun goes down
Uh oh, here she comes
Hot shoes and China son
Every boy's like a loaded gun
Watchin' her go by
Oil tankers goin' out to sea
They're all workin' for the company
Oh baby, I better be with you
Uh oh, see your thigh
Hot shoes, a China sky
See it now before you die
She's everything she seems
She's the Queen of the waterfall
I pay back her mother and her son
What else can a poor boy do, but dream
(Poor boy do)
This crazy idleness
Working through on a tiny desk
Only hanging on 'till the sun goes down
Loneliness, oh loneliness
What she sees, I'll never guess
And nothing ever shows 'till the sun goes down
Not until the sun goes
Oh, when the sun goes down
(When the sun goes down)
Oh, when the sun goes down
(When the sun goes down)
Oh, when the sun goes down
(Oh!)
Uh oh, round the bay
Taxed lunches, close of day
Young lovers take a holiday
Leaving me behind
Shine on, harbour light
Lead me on through the lonely night
Baby, I don't mind when the sun goes down
Oh, not until the sun goes
Oh, when the sun goes down
(Oh, when the sun goes down)
Oh! When the sun goes down
Oh! When the sun goes down
Uh oh, here she comes
Hot shoes and China son
Every boy's like a loaded gun
Watchin' her go by
Oil tankers goin' out to sea
They're all workin' for the company
Oh baby, I better be with you
Uh oh, see your thigh
Hot shoes, a China sky
See it now before you die
She's everything she seems
She's the Queen of the waterfall
I pay back her mother and her son
What else can a poor boy do, but dream
(Poor boy do)
This crazy idleness
Working through on a tiny desk
Only hanging on 'till the sun goes down
Loneliness, oh loneliness
What she sees, I'll never guess
And nothing ever shows 'till the sun goes down
Not until the sun goes
Oh, when the sun goes down
(When the sun goes down)
Oh, when the sun goes down
(When the sun goes down)
Oh, when the sun goes down
(Oh!)
Uh oh, round the bay
Taxed lunches, close of day
Young lovers take a holiday
Leaving me behind
Shine on, harbour light
Lead me on through the lonely night
Baby, I don't mind when the sun goes down
Oh, not until the sun goes
Oh, when the sun goes down
(Oh, when the sun goes down)
Yesterdays lyrics - Cold Chisel
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
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
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