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1. |
Growing up in Australia
03:44
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Growing Up in Australia
(words/music S.Gibson)
(All verses Am, G, D, C) (1 bar each)
Am G
the underarm incident
D C
well we all know what it means
Am G
the beauty of a shared history
D C
more important than it seems
Am G
the Sunnyboys first album
D C
the day they shot Dulcify
Am G
Mr. Whippy choc -tops
D C
thick shakes at North Bondi
Em Am
growing up in Australia
D C
the events were often small
Em Am
but at the time they meant the world
D G D C
and I remember them all
G D C
I remember them all
Midnight Oil at the Hordern
the ’92 Big Day Out
a ten year old at the Angels
on the steps of the Opera House
America’s Cup, Ben Lexcen
hawkey pissed on breakfast TV
Lillee with an aluminium bat
John Hewson and the GST
Chorus
20c worth of mixed lollies
it’s the small things that often count
unlocked doors in the summer heat
footy at a suburban ground
Amco cup on a Wednesday night
when Fairfax broke his leg
Rick Mc Cosker with a broken jaw
2nd innings, Centenary Test
Chorus
punches thrown on the Midday Show
Ron Casey and Normie Rowe
Yuri Geller and Doris Stokes
late night on the Don Lane Show
Am G
growing up in Australia
D C
the events were often small
Am G
but at the time they meant the world
D
and I remember them
D
I remember them
G D C
I remember them all
G D C
I remember them all
G D C
I remember them all
G D C
I remember them all
Instrumental G D C x 4
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2. |
Wingman
03:01
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Wingman
(words S.Gibson/A.Gibson, music S.Gibson)
Capo 2nd Fret
(All verses G Em Am7 D7) (1 bar each)
G Em
The selection of a wingman
Am7 D7
Can make or break a night
G Em
Need a bloke who can talk and drink
Am7 D7
With a constant lust for life
You were there with me in Paris
And we drank all night in Rome
I needed you in Madrid
But you’d already gone home
Am7 D
And the bar is full of models
G C
And I’m broke in faded jeans
Am7 D
But with the power of my wingman
G C
We can take on any scene
(D between chorus and verse 2 bars)
So bring on all the fire-starters
No damp wood is needed
when 2 becomes 4 on the cobbled streets
Well you know that you’ve succeeded
And stories grow as stories must
And the wingman’s role is flyin’
Coz Bangkok alone on a humid night
Well it’s hard to get your eye in
Chorus x 2
Instrumental Verse
Chorus
So Adam, Coppo, Erick, Pete
The best wingmen I know
We’ll tell tales of past adventures
And the tales will always grow
San Sebastian, the Moulin Rouge
Athens and Saigon
Something always happens
When your wingman comes along
Am7 D
And the bar is full of models
G C
And I’m broke in faded jeans
Am7 D
But with the power of my wingman
G C
We can take on any scene
Am7 D
The bar is full of models
And I’m broke in faded jeans
Am7 D
And I’m looking for my wingman
G C G
But he’s nowhere to be seen
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3. |
Radio Free SaiGon
03:24
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Radio Free Saigon
(words/music S.Gibson)
(All verses E Am) (2 bars each)
Seven shades of fuck
He’s all beat up
Been drinking with his new friends
Down on Bui Vien
He already knows it all
And it’s only just day four
Got his lonely planet
Read a book about the war
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
Shouting noise out to the world
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
As the motorcycles swirl
He bargains like a local
Never pays more than twice the price
Got himself a marine corp zippo
It’s genuine, that’s nice
He’s getting into culture
Got himself a new tattoo
Hated Districts 4 and 5
Felt good in District 2
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
Shouting noise out to the world
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
As the motorcycles swirl
But District 1 is where it’s at
Drinking beer on plastic chairs
On Day 6 he lost his Iphone
To the girls that work in pairs
Days 7 and 8 he took photos
Day 9 he bought a shirt
Day 10 he’s on the night bus
God that head is going to hurt
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
Shouting noise out to the world
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
As the motorcycles swirl
So Vietnam’s been done
He’s a veteran so to speak
His girl don’t cry or blink an eye
There’ll be a hundred more next week
So Vietnam’s been done
He’s a veteran so to speak
be wearing fisherman’s pants in Thailand
By the end of the next week
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
Shouting noise out to the world
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
As the motorcycles swirl
Dm C
Calling radio free Saigon
E Am
Calling radio free Saigon
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4. |
When Strummer was Alive
03:24
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When Strummer was Alive
(words/music S.Gibson)
G D
we’d go down to Kenny’s place
C Em
all of us with smiles on face
G D
Strummer on the stereo
C G
as we drank cheap wine
G D
we traded thoughts, shared our dreams
C Em
the future’s wide, a million schemes
G D
we hung on every word he sang
C G
when Strummer was alive
we’d never left our home town
but never thought we’d settle down
Friday nights we’d change the world
or at least we thought we’d try
the Clash were always the guiding light
the gave us hope, made us fight
for things we thought’d give us life
when Strummer was alive
Em C G D
Joe Strummer was our only real teacher
Em C G D
he always gave us something to believe in
Em C
he opened eyes and opened minds
G D
with every lyric
C
showed us things that no-one else
Am
would let us see
C D
things that no-one else would let us see
it’s been 20 years since I’ve seen Ken
and I’ve never felt that good again
I always thought we’d change the world
long before he died
but Strummer’s gone and we’re still here
and every day I feel the fear
I never thought that we could fail
when Strummer was alive
Chorus
Adam, Nick, Platty, Mel
Avi, Brendan, Beck and Joel
I never thought that we’d get old
sometimes I wanna cry
but Strummer’s gone
and we’re still here
and every day I feel the fear
our lives still shaped by thoughts we had
when Strummer was alive
Chorus
(end on G)
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5. |
Caravan Park Summers
03:21
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Caravan Park Summers
(words/music S.Gibson)
Bm D
Uptown kids, Saturday night, going
A
downtown, feeling alive
Bm D
girls from the avenues dressed to kill, boys
A
from coast, pharmacy pills
Bm
The back bars filled, gamblers and drunks,
D A
boys from the quarry playing pool out the
Bm
front the beer garden's full, mums drinking
D
flagons, the bands playing Chisel,
A G A
Springsteen and Dragon
G A
Caravan park summers
D G
Stay casual, stay free
G A
Caravan park summers
D G
Old dreams by the sea
G A
I shouldn't have left her
D G
Down by the coast
G A
Of the bad decisions
D A G A
I hate that one the most
Everything's warm, the heat keeps rising
From bodies and thoughts, everyone trying
To get some hope on a Saturday night
Beer and suntans might make it right
So the summer comes and the summer goes
Future plans , white wine flows
Days are passing, she'll leave the park soon
And he promised to meet her on the beach before noon
CHORUS
Em A
He won't see her again that's clear
Em
her mums remarried
A
And he's with his dad
D G D G A
In the summer every second year
CHORUS
G A
Caravan park summers
D G
Stay casual, stay free
X3
Caravan park summers
D A G
It’s you and it’s me
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6. |
Just Kids
03:42
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Just Kids Shuffle rhythm
(words/music S.Gibson)
(Intro + Verse)
(C G with B and E string covered on 3rd fret)
Intro CG x 4 (2 bars each)
C
Bobby met Patti on the streets of New York
She looked like a he and he wouldn’t talk
G
Just kids, just kids
C
Lived in one room flats with blankets for
curtains
The present was bleak the future uncertain
G A
Just kids, just kids
C G
Just kids, just kids, just kids
C
Surrounded by glamour and broke all the time
He hustled the street, ten minutes for dimes
G
Just kids, Just kids
C
She wrote, she drew, painted slogans on shirts
She got him a camera, found his life’s work
G A
Just kids, just kids
C G
Just kids, just kids, just kids
C
Warhol was close, he knew them by name
Said something about 15 minutes of fame
G
Just kids, Just kids
She formed a band, wrote Horses and Wave
He took the photos that define those days
G A
Just kids, just kids
C A
Just kids, just kids
C G
Just kids, just kids, just kids
C
They parted ways but the bond was unbroken
Between Patti and Bobby most things were unspoken
G
Just kids, Just kids
C
Bobby became Robert, got famous, got sick
Patti got married, got famous, became Smith
G A
Just kids, just kids
C A
Just kids, just kids
C G
Just kids, just kids, just kids
C
Then Robert died, far away and alone
Patti just sighed and hung up the phone
Just kids
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7. |
Bring on the Hot Nights
03:41
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Bring on the Hot Nights
(words S.Gibson/A.Gibson, music S.Gibson)
C Em
We were up all night in dirty jeans
C D
Left all behind for unknown seas and we
C Em
Lived in vans, in parks and on beaches
C D G
Two dollar wine, laughing cow cheeses
D Am C G
So bring on the hot nights
D Am
The nights of me and you
G D Am C G
So bring on the hot nights
D Am
Lets see this summer through
Brothers and sisters, friends old and new
I filed every thought and they still lead to you
The south of France and the north of Spain
The heat of summer’s all the same
So bring on the hot nights
The nights of me and you
So bring on the hot nights
Lets see this summer through
G D Am
Baa Baa Buddup Bup Baa
C
Buddup Bup Baa
G D
Buddup Bup Baa
Am
Buddup Bup Baa x2
We got no time, left to waste
Half a world away
I still can taste every smell and sound
Up until today
So bring on the hot nights
The nights of me and you
So bring on the hot nights
Lets see this summer through
G D Am
Baa Baa Buddup Bup Ba
C
Buddup Bup Baa
G D
Buddup Bup Baa
Am
Buddup Bup Baa x2
So bring on the hot nights
The nights when I was with you
So bring on the hot nights
Together we’ll see the summer through
G D Am
Baa Baa Buddup Bup Ba
C
Buddup Bup Baa
G D
Buddup Bup Baa
Am
Buddup Bup Baa x2
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8. |
Tired and Torn
03:33
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Tired and Torn Shuffle Rhythm
(words/music S.Gibson)
Dm
Any human heart can tell you
Am
when it’s all gone wrong
Dm
don’t buy the process
Am
this is your song
Dm
the good luck and bad luck
Am
are balanced on the scales
Dm
life gives life
Am Em
passes and fails
Am
life is colour
C
he’s black and white
G
and tired and torn
Am C
as sad as a wedding dress
G
never worn
Hemingway died at 61
down deep and dark
a life lived fully
giving off those sparks
the sparks took hold
giving off those flames
spread around the world
changed every game
life is colour
he’s black and white
and tired and torn
as sad as a wedding dress
never worn
life is colour
he’s black and white
and tired and torn
be back soon she said
I could’ve sworn
unopened letters
at the back of the draw
tell us more about ourselves
than we ever saw
the past comes back and grabs you
by the throat
found himself again when he
read what she wrote
Full Chorus
Instrumental Chorus
Full Chorus
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9. |
Lost in Translation
04:27
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Lost in Translation
(words/music S.Gibson)
Intro G C
G
Lost in translation
C
Lost in time
G
Lost time thinking
C
Lost what’s mine
D
And I can’t go to sleep
C
Can’t wake up
D
Can’t get started
C
Can’t give up
Just like dying
Just like shame
Everything sticks
Everything’s changed
Lets never come back
It won’t be the same
Money versus art
Art versus fame
Mountain tops
Silent trains
Different thoughts
Different rains
Just like dying
Just like shame
Everything sticks
Everything’s changed
(speeds up on C)
The beauty of the moment
Unplanned, unsaid
The beauty of the moment
Now only a threat
And I can’t go to sleep
Can’t wake up
Can’t get started
Can’t give up
The beauty of the moment
Unplanned, unsaid
The beauty of the moment
Now only a threat
Lost in translation
Lost in time
Lost time thinking
Lost what’s mine
(slows down again)
The beauty of the moment
Unplanned, unsaid
The beauty of the moment
Now only a threat
And he never knew, what we were
Going through
And I never knew, what we were
Going through
Just like dying
Just like shame
Everything sticks
Everything’s changed
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10. |
Past Midnight
04:30
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Past Midnight
(words J.Tran, S.Gibson music S.Gibson)
(Intro: Dm Am)
Dm
Nothing good ever happens
Am
past midnight so they said
Dm
sat on sofas watching TV
Am
never lived the lives we’ve led
Em
we belong on steps
Am
on freezing airport floors
Em
the entrance to a grand opera house
Am
unguarded lobby doors
C
for so long i hadn’t slept
Am G
and so it began again
C
drowned in familiar streets
Am G Am
with you my fragile friend
nothing good past midnight
well I couldn’t disagree more
they really know so little of us
and what we’ve got in store
I think i missed my window
in the chase for something else
but what I’ve lost in ground I’ve found
in the aimless nights past twelve
Chorus
C, G
for so long x2
(instrumental chorus)
a few missteps later
I remember what they said
nothing good past midnight
but not heading home just yet
we belong on alley curbs
playing cards as cars drift by
east coast parks, desperate pubs
through the cold, lamplit nights
Chorus x2
for so long x 4
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11. |
I Hope it's Not Too Late
03:32
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I Hope it’s Not Too Late
(words/music S.Gibson)
Riff: C Em Am
G
I didn’t think I’d be the one
to end up back where I’d begun
Riff
G
you never called or said you’d come
you took the records and the gun
Riff
Dm Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Dm
to take my chances find my fate
Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Riff
I waited round for you so long
when every chance I had was gone
Riff
now I’m thankful for the day
that you finally went away
Riff
Dm Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Dm
to take my chances find my fate
Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Am
for me to try
Dm Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Dm
to take my chances find my fate
Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Riff
your mother’s face, your father’s tears
you haven’t been back home in years
you never said I’d be the one
you always thought your one would come
Dm Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Dm
to take my chances find my fate
Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Riff
would confuse me with your ex
addicted, buzzed and depressed
Riff
wasted time it burns my eyes
shocking under foreign skies
Riff
Dm Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Dm
to take my chances find my fate
Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Am
for me to try
Dm Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Dm
to take my chances find my fate
Em
god I hope it’s not too late
Riff
Instrumental chorus
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