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Do Not Disturb
02:15
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1 Do Not Disturb
Do not disturb the boat on the river
Do not disturb the waterline
Do not disturb the lovers together
Do not disturb them this time
Let the tide turn itself in
Let the tide turn out again
Let the lovers kiss their way through this
Do not disturb the hidden treasure
Do not disturb what is not lost
Do not disturb their lips locked together
Do not disturb at any cost
Let the fish below them swim
Let the birds above them sing
Let the lovers kiss their way through this
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When I Was On The Moon
02:04
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2 When I Was On The Moon
When I was on the moon the earth hung high
Time would slow when you’d slip by
And gather ‘round the globe
Twist itself until
We could kiss and time stand still
When I was on the seas the seas were high
With waves as black as black as the sky
I’d raise a tattered sail
Hold the wheel with all my will
For when we kiss time stands still
When I was on the land the land did shake
The wind did blast the boughs did break
I’d cross a crooked mile
Climb a broken hill
For when we kiss time stands still
And now I’m in your arms and the earth rests
The seas are calm and I’ll do my level best
To silence your alarms
Fill you full of daffodils
For when we kiss time stands still
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Fairfield In The Rain
03:39
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3 Fairfield In The Rain
Just like the river that will not flow
Just like the horn that will not blow
I had no idea what to do or where to go
So I ended up here what do you know?
They’ve been calling for volunteers for the South Pole
Not many have come forward there must be something else I don’t know
‘Cause I could have done with the ice and the sleet and the snow
But I ended up here and you said “Well where else would you go?”
I could’ve gone to Paris and then gone on to Spain
But I ended up in Fairfield in the pissin’ rain
I’ve been thinking about an island no particular one in mind
Just a place I could walk around in circles see what I might find
One step in front of the other is the only thing that seems real
Everything else is buried treasure or chained to a broken wheel
Any place that I’ve been crossed I just erase it from my mind
I’ve lost entire cities I lost a whole country one time
And so the world keeps getting smaller and see if I care
I did what was asked of me by all the people that lived there
I could’ve gone to Casterton and then gone on to Coleraine
But I ended up in Fairfield in the pissin’ rain
A round ricocheted of the bullet-proof limousine and struck the President
I went to the Tivoli Hotel later and I saw the Residents
I was with a petite woman with a tempest of curly hair
She drank her drink then drank mine then she disappeared into the air
I’ve been driving ‘round shopping centres making out I’m looking for a park
I’ve been diving down escalators deep into the dark
Until the rivers started flowing and the horns began to blow
They summoned me they carried me they knew exactly where I should go
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Every Beat Of The Drum
02:14
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4 Every Beat Of The Drum
There’s so much to be done in every beat of the drum
When I’m with you
Then so much to be said on every inch of the bed
When I’m with you
Y’know you got me flying
And sighing
There’s so much to be done in every beat of the drum
When I’m with you
There’s so much to explore and a world to ignore
When I’m with you
There’s so much to behold and I don’t feel so old
When I’m with you
Y’know you got me flying
And sighing
There’s so much to be done in every beat of the drum
When I’m with you
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5 Monday Nights At The Retreat Hotel
On Monday nights I wonder
Who is coming under
Out of the rain and thunder like me?
Tuesdays are best forgotten
And so I do my washing
Separating colours and cottons naturally
Wednesdays are for the gamblers
The lovelorn ramblers
The emotional baggage handlers lost at sea
The rest of the week plays out down a familiar path
I do a bit of shopping and on Sundays I draw a bath
So Mondays are for the winners
And very clean folk singers
The saints and the sinners
The bar flies the beginners
Stretched across the front bar like me
At the Retreat Hotel
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A Wedding Waltz
02:44
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6 A Wedding Waltz
The sun sets so each regret
Can make peace with the moon
The sun will rise so lovers’ eyes
Can meet across the room
Girl for girl Boy for boy
Upon the dancing bay
Here’s to someone who
Makes you happy too
And clouds can roll away
Some are told which heart to hold
In very strange lands
The plain thing about wedding rings
Is they fit every hand
Girl for girl Boy for boy
Upon the dancing bay
Here’s to someone who
Makes you happy too
And clouds can roll away
Yes yes yes
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Tubby Spiderman
02:12
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7 Tubby Spiderman
Tubby Spiderman in old Madrid
It’s not what you’re doing it’s what you once did
With headphones full of Veedon Fleece
And a backpack full of Belgian cheese
I went out through the fields
Trying not to sink
I spoke with the birds
And they told me what they think
There’s a house with a thousand windows looking over the canal
It’s warm and dry and high above the smell
And in the Duke’s Forest with chocolate and cream
I had no idea where I was going or where I’d been
I went back through the fields
Trying not to sink
I spoke with the birds
And they told me what they think
How long can you spend dying at the desk
Instead of flying through the wilderness?
Tubby folksinger up on Northcote Hill
It’s not what you did it’s what you’re doing still
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Hastings
02:36
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8 Hastings
If it were wild wild it would be in Hastings
If it were wild wild it would be in Hastings
If it were wild wild it would be in Hastings
If it were wild wild it would be in Hastings
Before I sail off to sea before I sail off to sea
Oh my little baby won’t you marry me in Hastings?
The sun was up and the moon was down in Hastings
I sat on the rocks ‘til they swapped around in Hastings
I talked my troubles out walked my worries around Hastings
I threw my fears up I sang the stars down in Hastings
Before I sail off to sea before I sail off to sea
Oh my little baby won’t you marry me in Hastings?
The fisherman’s wife knows what to feel when the world don’t spin
The fisherman’s wife knows how to deal with a world that stings
The fisherman’s wife knows which knife cuts through thick and thin
The fisherman’s wife knows what to do when the boat don’t come in
Before I sail off to sea before I sail off to sea
Oh my little baby won’t you marry me in Hastings?
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9 Beware The Gates Of Heaven
Beware the gates of heaven
For there’s new security outside
They puff up tall and are so mean and small
‘Bout who gets in the line
They got their jobs just like anybody gets their jobs
Connections family ties
It’s not what you know
St Peter told me so
He thanked me for the drink
Said I need time to think
And he set off for the wild blue yonder…
Beware the mouths of old men
Who fly on the public purse
Their platforms raised and their gods praised
And the science reversed
They got their jobs just like anybody gets their jobs
Connections family ties
It’s not what you know
Superman told me so
He took off his cape
He took the fire escape
And he took off for the wild blue yonder…
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10 Ravenswood And Serpentine
We were at fingertips
But felt like distant ships
Stretched across slow time
Sailing into Serpentine
Below any mountain pass
Beyond any boulevard
Some roads conceal their signs
Like the one into Serpentine
The sun wandering off from the sky
The young careless with all their goodbyes
By the light of the silvery moon
She splashed a new perfume
And sang Gentle On My Mind
As we packed for Serpentine
The sun wandering off from the farms
The young wrapped in each other’s arms
We were up to no good
When in Ravenswood
And we’d planned to leave it all behind
When we got to Serpentine
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Charles Jenkins Melbourne, Australia
Charles Jenkins is a Melbourne songwriter/musician, producer, performer and teacher with more than 30 years experience in
the Australian Music Industry.
He has released 21 albums and been nominated for 2 ARIA awards with the Icecream Hands. In 2014 he won the AGE/Music Victoria award for best folk/roots album.
Charles has a Masters In Music and is an Ambassador for APRA/AMCOS.
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