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Powderfinger
Powderfinger


Background information
Origin Brisbane, Australia
Genre(s) Rock
Alternative Rock
Hard Rock
Post-Grunge
Years active 1989—2010
Label(s) Universal
Polydor
Associated acts Drag
Far Out Corporation
The Predators
Website Website
Members
Bernard Fanning
Darren Middleton
Ian Haug
John Collins
Jon Coghill
Former members
Steven Bishop



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Powderfinger Album



1998
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A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four
The Hindley St parade shuffles to my door
The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn
Twenty-five in thirty days makes this room feel like home

Na na na
Na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na

The western ocean breeze kick starts another day
And under brewed bag tea no matter where you get it always seems to leave that taste
The Todd Street mall cafe is here to save the day
Why should I complain when everybody else is overworked and underpaid

Na na na
Na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na

Days keep rolling over
Escape to the undercover
Soon it will all be over
And we can start again


. . .



You go
I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes
But not today

Too slow
I feel like sinking arrows in your mind
You're all the same

You don't have to reveal it
You get trouble concede
You don't have to reveal it

Are you feeling right
Are you feeling right
A defeated sight
Are you feeling right

You go
Soaking up your public appetite
The war you wage

Too slow
I tell you once again you're not my type
You're all the same

Something come along gonna make a change

You don't have to reveal it
You get trouble concede
You don't have to reveal it

Are you feeling right
Are you feeling right
A defeated sight
Are you feeling right


. . .



Memories are fading, A single voice complaining
While days are stacking up
It's hardly worth debating, The people are frustrated
Drink from poison cup
The system is collapsing, Conscience is relapsing
The damage has been done

On the day you come rising up
On the day you come rising up

Vision is rejected, The people's choice is tested
So ignorance has won
Children are infected, Remedy suggested
Don't drink from poison cup
Overpopulation, media sensations
The damage has been done

On the day you come rising up
On the day you come rising up


. . .



You've been working all your life
All weekends and overtime
While you're trying to unwind
You can't relate to the leisured life

Another day meanders by
Keeping nature's tabled time
All these things just pass you by
And you can't relax in a scheduled life

Promises already gone
There's no escape it's said and done
So keep your love forever young

You've been trying to decide
Multiply or just divide
All these things are on your mind
And you can't relax in a leisured life

Promises already gone
There's no escape it's said and done
So keep your love forever young


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Caged
You hold so tight until your knuckles show
Escape
As far away as you could ever know
You sink them all down
And watch them float up
Until the wheel has spun around
You will be bound by what you are

You stand in the corner
With your face stripped of colour
For what?

If you want to be a passenger
Climb aboard with me we're leaving now
Step outside and see another world
Only if you want to be a passenger

Chained
So many places you'd prefer to be
Than framed
By a picket fence and salary
You sink them all down
Then watch them float up
Until the wheel has spun around
You will be bound by who you are

You're tied to the corner
With your hope twisted under
In knots

If you want to be a passenger
Climb aboard with me we're leaving now
Step outside and see another world
Only if you want to be a passenger


. . .



I creep around slowly and receive from the TV signals about my life
I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied
An ambitious plan to bring attention to myself
A cerebral hitman permeates my mental health

But I don't want to be left out so will you take me too
When the supper is handed out there will be room for two
Now I'm flying away
Stupefy and sedate

At my own invitation a new celebration of how I became a man
This whole evolution and manic confusion to unlock and understand
In a past life I'm sure I was a princess then
A princess wife, my hypnotist he took me there

But I don't want to be left out so will you take me too
When the supper is handed out there will be room for two
Now I'm flying away
Stupefy and sedate

Now you show up bright and clear eyed
Now you show up bright and clear eyed

But, but I don't want to be left out so will you take me too
When the supper is handed out there will be room for two
Now I'm flying away
Stupefy and sedate


. . .



He's at you again ray
Testing out your head space
No matter what you do
The money still loves you

You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy
You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy

Because we love you
And we respect you
Because we love you
And we respect you

You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy
You have fallen down the stairs again
You might have to take it easy

He's at you again ray
He's at you again ray
He's at you again ray
Testing our head space


. . .



I could not face
I could not face you
Lost my place
Couldn't I fade away

Feelings hide
Feelings die

Cannot wait
To trade my place again
You save face
When I hang my head in shame

Feelings hide
Feelings die

They could not wait to open you up
They could not wait to open you up


. . .



I tell you he's a private man
In a public circumstance
He's eyeing off an old doorframe
Looking for a drastic change

It's such a shame this has to end
But things are out of his command

He has no further truth to tell
Now he has absolved himself
He's eyeing off an old doorframe
History secures his name

It's such a shame this has to end
But things are out of his command
There's no more problems to defend
Now he falls so far

I tell you he's a private man
In a public circumstance
He's eyeing off an old doorframe
Looking for a tragic change

It's such a shame this has to end
But things are out of his command
There's no more problems to defend
When he falls so far
When you fall so far
Now he falls so far
When you fall so hard


. . .



At quarter to nine
My plus one decides to make her arrival
I'll say what I like
At the end of the night for social survival
I'll cut you to size
Then apologise and make an impassioned plea
There were no docken parks
I had to walk in the dark I wasn't myself you see

Here I am again you know me
Here I am again in for free
Missed the backing band you know me
Here I am again in for free

I know I sound trite
But I get off on things like It's their sophomore album
I don't know what I mean
But I'm a part of the scene I know a guy from The Melvins
I came to do a review
I had to wait in the queue I just can't believe it
Don't you know who I am
I work the street paper scam I can't believe you don't read me

Here I am again you know me
Here I am again in for free
Missed the backing band you know me
Here I am again in for free
Here I am again
Here I am again


. . .



A combination of the two worst ideas that you might have
Well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you

It's sad to think that it's all gone over my head
I like to think it was easy not to have said
It's sad to think it all went over my head
I liked to think it was easy not to have said

Look up, there's another place where you might just have come from
Hold me down there is nothing to say I've been spent around here

It's sad to think that it's all gone over my head
I like to think it was easy not to have said
It's sad to think it all went over my head
I liked to think it was easy not to have said


. . .



Honesty is out of style
So hammer in the coffin nails
A message sent across to land
With kisses for you

We'll tell them nothing
Our little secret
They'll never make us, ever open up

Tradition in and out the door
Family our fatal flaw
A future frameless in design
A seamless concept

We'll tell them nothing
Our little secret
They'll never make us
Ever open up
Never break our trust
Until we're coffin dust

When this feeling fades
It'll all seem like a waste

The fragile bond has shaken loose
This secret love a shrinking noose
Suffocated on the truth
Left with nothing


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Do do do do do
Always on time
Do do do do do
Waiting in line

Whatever you say
Whatever you say
Whatever you say
Whatever

Do do do do do
Soda and lime
Do do do do do
Lemon sunrise

Whatever you say
Whatever you say
Whatever you say
Whatever you say
See you Tuesday
Never would stay
Whatever you say
Whatever


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