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Barking up the Wrong Tree (Words & Music Baxter Stone)
It’s one step forward and two steps back for me
Yeah I’m the dog that’s barking up the wrong tree
Well the world is spinning round gone completely mad
Its heading in the wrong direction with me
(chorus)
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
Am I the dog or they the dog
that’s barking up the wrong tree
Well there’s a call to arms
So load that M16
Yeah I’m the one that’s
Digging out the latrine
Well the way forward is clear
To everyone but me
But it’s not so clear
When your neck deep
In the shit house of the day
(Chorus)
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
Am I the dog or they the dog
that’s barking up the wrong tree
(Bridge)
Well I’m the dog that’s barking
Taken new to larking
I’m the dogs that’s barking
Taken new to larking
Start the car and load that WMD
Its gonna rain missiles half the day and night
Send Uday to the bank to make a quick withdrawal
Meet Dad in Damascus and watch the holy war
(Chorus)
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
Am I the dog or they the dog
that’s barking up the wrong tree
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Fear of Falling
03:48
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Fear of Falling (Words & Music Baxter Stone)
What ever you believe don’t make it true
Yet you must believe to see the truth
Tell me what you make of it, Tell me what you think of it
Tell me what’s your take on it, Tell me how you see it fits
Tell what’s the spin on it, Tell me how you interpret it
Tell me what your judgement is, Tell me your analysis
What ever you believe don’t make it true
Yet you must believe to see the truth
I got to know what’s spinning in your mind
I got to know
Feel the vibration
A fear of falling
The ground’s pulsating a fear of falling
A thousand eyes on you glowing on the hillside
Their observing investigating
Tell what’s the spin on it, tell me how to interpret it
Tell me what your judgement is, tell me your analysis
What ever you believe don’t make it true
Yet you must believe to see the truth
I got to know what’s spinning in your mind
I got to know, I got to know
What’s spinning in your mind
I got to know, I got to know
Feel the vibration a fear of falling
The ground’s pulsating a fear of falling
A fear of falling
A fear of Falling
A fear of Falling
A fear of falling
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Brine
03:40
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Brine (Words & Music Baxter Stone & Adrian Morgan)
I get the munchies late in the night
I get up and go to the fridge
I pull out a can of tuna fish
I hold up close to my nose
One sniff and my senses explode
I drink the brine and throw away the fish
I know I’m a selfish son of a bitch
I drink the brine and throw away the fish
That poor fish would still be swimming the ocean blue
If wasn’t for people like me and you
Who like to conquer divide and rule
Some people are addicted to coke
Others got cigarettes
Because they like to smoke
Eat or be eaten isn’t that the rule
I know I’m a selfish son of a bitch
I drink the brine and throw away the fish
ah ah woe ah
I know I’m a selfish son of a bitch
I drink the brine and throw away the fish
I feel sorry for my friend the tuna fish
Gets caught and canned and made into this
And I drink the brine
And throw him away
It troubles me and it should trouble you
Our poor friend should be swimming in the ocean blue
Drink brine
Drink brine
Drink brine
Drink brine
Drink brine and I throw away the fish
Our poor friend would be still swimming around
If wasn’t for people like us
Bringing him down
Who like to conquer divide and rule
Eat or be eaten
Isn’t that the way
But I feel sorry for my friend today
Oh yeah he was a poor tuna fish
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Disappear
03:25
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Disappear
(Words & Music Jim Gamack)
My Friend and me
We stole ship down by the sea
Sailed away from our robbery
Straight of the edge of the world
The first mate scared me down
With a cutless face
Hitched our sails around the cape
Straight of the edge of the world
Disappear
I've Disappeared
Without a trace I’m so down hearted
with that human race
Out on the open sea
Waves are crashed down
around you and me
All the same we’re feeling free
to go straight off the edge of the world
After months away no regrets about a single day
Take me far away
Straight of the edge of the world
Disappear
I've Disappeared
I won’t show my face
I won’t show my face
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Sticks or Stones
04:32
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Sticks or Stones (Words & Music) Baxter Stone
I've got the postmortem blues
Ruminating on you
I know I was so loaded last time we talked
Low esteem has cut us down
In this dirty town
We gambled and lost our last chance
I got the blues so bad I can’t talk
I’m a loose cannon on deck
I got to choose between sticks or stones
Thin skin or broken bones
Remember when we got tattooed
An showed them off down at the pub
Went swimming in the surf just to prove we were tough
I needed thinking time with Coogee Bay looking blue
Walking up from the main street to the cliff top path
I got the blues so bad I can’t talk
I’m a loose cannon on deck
I got to choose between sticks or stone
Thin skin or broken bones
I saw a woman up there
She was a vision with flaming hair
Like a halo in the sunlight
She turned to me and said
Ooh It’s a wonderful life
Ooh it’s a wonderful life
Well I wasn’t so sure
I freed a boat from its moor
I saw a shark in the water and dived in
I'm ain’t afraid of you there's plenty of people
That scare me more than you they disturb me back on the shore
I got the blues so bad I can’t talk
I’m a loose cannon on deck
I got to choose between sticks or stone
Thin skin or broken bones
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6. |
Little House On The Herb
03:50
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Little House on The Herb
(Words & Music Baxter Stone & Adrian Morgan)
My good friend Steve called today
He just called up to say g'day
Now there’s not many people that do that these days
We would go busking down at the mall
And you remember those hippies that
Would invite us over for tea
Little old house
Little old house
The Incense burning
Curtains in the lounge room
Thirteen floor elevators on the sterio
The smell of herbs emanates from the kitchen
The smell pervades your nose
Little old house on the herb
Little old house on the herb
Little old house on the herb
Just a little old house
Little old house on the herb
The veggies are growing and in the green house outside
Bob Marley ‘s driving the exodus has arrived
Those girls with dreadlocks rings through their nose
A smell of freedom it comes and goes
And looking out where have these people gone
Are they still with us or lost in a desert of time
Little old house just my little old house on the herb
Little old house on the herb
Little old house just my little old house on the herb
Little old house just my little old house on the herb
And looking out where have these people gone
Are they still with us or lost in a desert of time
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Step Right Up
03:40
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Step Right Up
(Words & Music Baxter Stone, Adrian Morgan, Jillian O'Dowd)
Winter comes bang on time
The bitter winds
We pay no mind
With a song to sing we’d lift up any heart
Mother’s love
Wraps you like a coat
Follows you like a holy ghost
Those silly scenes inside
Would make us laugh
Step inside
Step Right Up
Come Inside
Once we would wind down the strip
Laughter at our finger tips
There’s a band at every bar
Mad love strikes us hapless two
Kissing on the avenue
The kings of neon beacon you to try
Step inside
Step Right Up
Come Inside
It was a long time ago
Things change and grow
You got pay the toll
In exchange you grow old
Step inside
Step Right Up
Come Inside
Information overload
Plug and pray and hope it loads
Lock and load the closed circuit heart
On every street in every town
They stick them up and pull them down
Instead of bands
There’s a karaoke bar and everyone's a star
Step inside
Step Right Up
Come Inside
Na Na Na Na Na Na
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8. |
Moonbeam
03:28
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Moonbeam ( Words & Music Baxter Stone & Adrian Morgan)
I see her riding out of the universe
Riding her white unicorn
Moonbeams sparkles in her eye
She’s a surprise she’s the light
She an altruistic white witch
A belladonna she’s the dancer so surrender
A manichean romancer
See her consult the book of shadows
Contacting the living and dead
She’s on the river of colour surprise
A mistress of séance
I’d seen her fly
String theory is her domain
Roaming the astral plane
Fairies and soul mates
Mantras divine
She has nirvana in her heart
When I look into her eyes
Waving her wand
and fixing it all with a smile
A work of art everyone admires She’s got me hypnotized
With her wicked eyes
She’s got wicked eyes
She a playful little stranger
An illuminating light
Emanating love
She’s eminent in your life
She a cosmic romancer
A manichean enchanter
with her wicked eyes
She’s got wicked eyes
She’s got wicked eyes
She’s got wicked eyes
She’s a moonbeam
She’s a moonbeam
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Sirens
03:21
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Sirens (Words & Music Baxter Stone)
I hear the siren on the busy street
Defies direction on my well worn feet
Let it sigh let it sigh let it sign
Ah situation normal it’s all fucked
I looked you up I got the wrong
address
I could cry I could cry I could cry
I’ve seen it before in a lonely old
photograph a million busy streets
Look like grooves in phonograph
And seeing hills of gold
with their wireless masts
I feel like the mole
Crawling out of a hole
Spying on you all
I'm keeping a tab
The melting pot of the city life
In the fire of sacrifice
I’m on fire on fire on fire on fire
Waltz around I’m desperate too
Jump the barricade and ride the tube
Let it me ride let me ride
I feel the souls of the folks on that photograph
Ghosts walk these high roads of the past
and I feel there’s no turning back
I feel like the mole
Crawling out of his hole
Spying on you all
I'm keeping a tab
I feel like the mole
Crawling out of his hole
Spying on you all
I'm keeping the score
I feel like the mole
Crawling out of his hole
Spying on you all
I'm keeping a tab
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10. |
Digging Up Fools Gold
03:55
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Digging up Fools Gold (Words & Music Baxter Stone)
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
Don’t go down that lonely shaft
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
You’ll never ever come back
When summer rains come again
I’m gonna dance outside
and wash away the dirt
in side my heart and mind
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
Don’t go down that lonely shaft
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
You’ll never ever come back
I lie awake at night
I hear those planes overhead
Look out my window
At the ships off the shore
Oh I wish that I could be with them
On that plane I hear
On that ship I see
On that plane I hear
On that ship I see
On the Plane taking people far away
On that ship heading to a distant shore
Don’t go digging up fools gold
Don’t go down that lonely shaft
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
You’ll never ever come back
Singing touch songs and dreaming of a place
I wandered here and I was fishing there
And wondered what to say
I waited for a year I waited for a day
I tried resolved what I should say
Breakfast conversions my mind just drifts away
Should I write you a letter
Sing you a song
Sit on your doorstep
Looking forlorn Should I do nothing
Should I just forget it
Breakfast conversion
My mind just drifts away
Ah honey don’t go digging up fools gold
Don’t go down that lonely shaft
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
You’ll never ever come back
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
Don’t go digging up dirt
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
You’ll never ever ever ever come back
Honey don’t go digging up fools gold
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Too Much Too Soon
02:55
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Too Much Too Soon (Words & Music Baxter Stone)
They say it’s never too late for redemption
And now so near the end we shall see
It was all, all too much, too soon
I never did believe in an after life
And now so near the end
It makes you think twice
It was all, all too much, too soon
Life can get dangerous
Time scarce too fast to fool
Find time for happiness
Safe from the bad things that you do
I shake, i shake, i shake,
I shake i’m not being funny
It was a funny sort of loving
Automatic pumped and ready
Who took the voodoo from the city
Cafe’s with nothing but cliches
A cartel of bitches and leaches
No charity for the children
Stand in line for the double feature
It was all too much
All too much too soon
It was all too much
All too much too soon
It was all too much
All too much too soon
It was all too much
All too much too soon
It was all too much
All too much too soon
It was all too much
All too much too soon
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12. |
Glass Palace
03:38
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13. |
Muddy Water
05:26
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Muddy water flowing down stream
Muddy water carries our golden dreams
Muddy water keep a sharp eye out
It might be raining but
that muddy water
gets the nuggets out
Pan that gold yeah, pan it good
Pan the gold sift it like you should
Sift it like you should
Those folks down stream will get it
If you don't watch out
Well the road to Melbourne
Paved with gold
There's 50 men down a hole
There picking and digging
Hammering and shifting sandy earth
The Muddy water gets the nuggets out
Well the road to Melbourne
Paved with gold
There's 50 men down a hole
There girdling and sleuthing
Telling jokes and goofing arounds
The Muddy water gets the nuggets out
Pan that gold yeah, pan it good
Pan the gold sift it like you should
Sift it like you should
mining gold yeah
helps pass the lonely hours
Boil your billiy's well my friends
There's a dead cow in the stream again
Bags of laundry and weekend swills
Lanterns move around the misty hills
that muddy water
gets the nuggets out
Well the road to Melbourne
Paved with gold
There's 50 men down a hole
oh there's bush rangers in the hills
You better guard your fortunes well
It might be raining but
that muddy water
gets the nuggets out
It's such a long way to Melbourne town
It's a long way to Melbourne
It's a long way
Such a long way
mmh
Muddy water flowing down stream
Muddy water carries our golden dreams
Muddy water keep a sharp eye out
It might be raining but
that muddy water
gets the nuggets out
Those folks down stream will get it
If you don't watch out
Well the road to Melbourne
Paved with gold
There's 50 men down a hole
Moving heaven and hell
and blowing up things all about
It might be raining but that muddy gets the nuggets out
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Baxter Stone Kangaroo Valley, Australia
Baxter's music is a journey that visits blues, bluegrass, alt-country and rock and has been known to write a pop song with a mean left hook.
Baxter performs with the band The Chocolate Dogs.
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