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1.
the outlaw 04:14
the outlaw bells ring out and break the silence his hands still shake an ebbing violence no matter how far he roams he will never find a place a home down every street their eyes hide and they’ll never meet ‘til fear subsides he may save them from their sorrow but for him there is no tomorrow the outlaw came to me his smile a distant memory his heart so long a stone begins to melt like snow his eyes will never see the children’s smiles nor on the dusty earth the flowers strewn wild thanks fall like petals on deaf ears his bed well-watered now with these strangers’ tears the outlaw came to me his tears a memory his heart wide open now stars breathed in stars breathed out he was my outlaw
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all the echoes raise ghosts i saw you walk into the room i know that i will know you soon i have your picture on my wall i’ve seen your tears and i want more we are the borrowed quiet hate we know the sorrow silence makes shed your last tear and hold my hand on higher ground we can pretend but i will never be your friend no, i will never be your friend i see your shadow at the start you armed my metal piercing heart no armoured wall will keep you safe my goal is set and i can wait but i will never be your friend no, i will never be your friend i search your words the words to set me free the blade to cut to cut and let me breathe the maelstrom sits clenched behind my eyes your heart a bird in my hands it lies and i will never be your friend no, i will never be your friend i will never be your friend i saw you walk into the room i know that i will know you soon
3.
losing the night never apologise to me never explain and never weep never to late to change your mind ‘cause I’m three kinds of tired can’t we leave this tonight? never the same things that i see it hardly means anything to me it’s never to late to start again ‘cause i’m drowning inside and i’m losing this fight so please can we just get comfortable? remember the good times not the bad remember the elegance we had never too late to try again ‘cause i’m just beyond tired and we’re losing the night so please can we just get comfortable? are we losing the night and hiding in daylight when it comes are we losing this fight just hiding in daylight when it comes are we losing the night? when it comes are we losing this fight? just drowning in the daylight why must we always lose the night? something’s dying inside let’s not do this tonight can’t we just say we’re tired let’s not lose us this night let’s not lose us this night always losing the night
4.
in my town 04:58
in my town old roads wind over ridges the whispered ghosts of bullock drays city blocks kiss the river that tries to sweep them away two million live and breathe in this clump of humanity but chances are good when you compare each will connect to me in my town where the river runs like a spine to the sea it’s a country town masquerading with its big city lights and sophistication it’s parading still it all shuts on a sunday night the sun streams through wide windows the rains lash a landlocked beach and in the shortest of short winters the winds still feel like they freeze in my town where the river runs like a spine to the sea music venues are closing pushed out by apartment blocks they want inner city living but don’t want their corner to rock and the homeless keep getting shifted to ease the views of the rich but the problems that bring them aren’t being lifted there’s no simple switch in my town where the river runs like a spine to the sea disaster strikes in the summer when rain turns to flood the city empties of people and the car parks fill with mud and when it’s all over when the river slips away we clean out and rebuild watching the memories sluice away in my town where the river runs like a spine to the sea it’s a big country town masquerading with its big city lights but it all still closes early on a sunday night
5.
black bob’s rivulet well she ain’t really been here a long time still it seems so much more than the rest she calls all the strangers darlin’ she weaves to avoid their distress more of a come-uppance be careful what you wish for in the end it’s the boredom that’s killing her at least that’s what she’s wishing for down in black bob’s rivulet of course she’s been thinking of leaving wondering how far she’d get and it wasn’t the kid that was keeping her more so the fear and the threat and oh we are almost at home now out on the A6 to Mein that crow just flew out of this place now that crow just got out of this mess down in black bob’s rivulet and you can see the ones long gone here turning to savour the one who lies sleeping lately she’s come to be thinking about longer times, shorter ties lately she’s come to the drinking whole 24 hours not to mind that infant, that changeling gone sleeping never to draw of its breath out on the A6 to Mein that crow just got out of this mess down in black bob’s rivulet and you can see the ones long gone here turning to savour the one who lies sleeping and she can see a long time here turning to savour the one who lies sleeping
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now 04:06
now lying in the dark listening for a light fan spins fake gusts mars the still night a strange place no strange face just my suitcase of old tricks is it now? breathing through the dark thirsting for a light lead weight of the real distant to the night a strange plane no blanked pane and in my veins blood lines lick is it now? dreaming in the dark swimming to a light swathed in lover’s arms one with the night is it now? is it now?

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released August 13, 2012

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thewhiskeyarchive Brisbane, Australia

thewhiskeyarchive brought together the vocal, musical and songwriting talents of ukulele songstress Jane Cameron and singer/songwriter Mark Bentley.

The result was a blend of smooth, smokey indie folk with a hint of alt country and a nod to the punk/goth influences of Brisbane's music scene in the '70s and '80s.
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