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The Wizard
05:09
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The Wizard
So you think that you’ve seen this face before
And you feel that you have the key to the door
Well I tell you my friend
You might be here in the end
But watch what you say, you don’t know what’s in store
The return of the wizard
He’s coming back for more
The return of the wizard
The face behind that door
And he’ll walk on the land
With wisdom in his hand
And you’ll find your heart… in league with the wizard
Did you sing to the world from ahead of your time?
And did you know, that your thoughts were just like mine?
Well I tell you my friend
It will make sense in the end
To be just the same and yet one of a kind
The return of the wizard
He’s coming back for more
The return of the wizard
The face behind that door
And he’ll walk on the land
With wisdom in his hand
And you’ll find your heart… in league with the wizard
The return of the wizard
He’s coming back for more
The return of the wizard
The face behind that door
And he’ll walk on the land
With wisdom in his hand
And you’ll find your heart… in league with the wizard
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2. |
Out on the Town
02:34
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Out on the town
I fooled the station master again
Got a concession ticket on the train
Now I’ll meet you under the clocks
At the station.
Your eyes were full of doubt
When we asked your Mum if we could go out
But I knew she’d let you go
If we were patient
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll be wearing my acid wash jeans
So I’ll look cool, in case I’m seen
There’s a lot of competition
In the city
You never asked me where I’d been
But I knew you were my girl
When you wore your moccasins and…
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
We’re going out.
Out on the town!
We’re going out.
Out on the town!
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
I’ll see you, Saturday night
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3. |
Streetwise
03:19
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Streetwise
I met you late one hot summer night
We both had the blues (we had the blues baby)
We danced and we danced
We were high as a kite
I needed your, physical abuse
You been dormant for a thousand years
But now it’s time you got out, pricked up your ears.
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
But I don’t mind playing the fool
While I was living in the comfort of some cheap hotel
You were in your pool… in your pool
While I was learning how to sing, so I would be alright
You were playing the social, social fool.
You been dormant for a thousand years
But now it’s time you got out, pricked up your ears.
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
But I don’t mind playing the fool
Don’t talk to me about paying my dues
I’ve paid all mine up in full
I think it’s time that you got out of home
Experience the world.
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
But I don’t mind playing
… not Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
You ain’t Streetwise baby
But I don’t mind playing
But I don’t mind playing
But I don’t mind playing the fool.
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Edge of Insanity
I won’t buy a car, from a guy who has no suit
I won’t buy an amp, that don’t fit in the boot
I won’t ride my skate, unless the music’s punk
And I won’t buy a playboy, unless the girl’s a spunk
And if I’m dancing alone
It’s just because
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
I won’t eat the food if it’s animal.
I’m amazed by ants, because they’re very small.
I don’t ride the train, there’s ‘chewy’ on the seat.
And if tomorrow’s hot, hey! I’m going to the beach man.
And if I’m dancing alone
It’s just because.
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
I’m, on the edge !
Solo
I don’t go to doctors, I don’t like their shirts
And it amuses me, cos’ they think I’m a jerk.
And if I’m dancing alone
It’s just because
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge of insanity… I’m on the edge
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5. |
Whites of my Eyes
03:03
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Whites of my Eyes
Too much, too soon
One look at you, I was over the moon
You can’t have, what you can’t touch
I want you, but you’re way too much
Oh, is there too much to lose?
I want you, all the time.
Look into, the whites of my eyes
Say it’s true, will you love me, till the end of time?
I can’t say it, if I don’t mean it.
The reasons go down the line.
Come with me, and take the time.
Leave your ‘broccolo’ behind.
Oh, cos’ I’m getting wise
And I want you, all the time.
Look into, the whites of my eyes
Say it’s true, will you love me till the end of time?
Look into, the whites of my eyes
Say it’s true, will you love me till the end of time?
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6. |
The Questions
04:28
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The Questions
Life, Did you answer the question of life?
What are we doing here, in the light.
Frontier, I cross to a new body sphere.
And the actions of my past life, were they right?
Time, did you answer the question of time?
How long to fill the body bags, in a war?
That we fight, when we fight for political right.
The question of humanity, we ignore.
Oh, then I ask myself is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow?
I can see for myself that there’s tomorrow, no tomorrow.
Run, sometimes I wish I could run.
I’d hide from the things I see, with my eyes
War does anyone know what it’s for?
And do the Gods avoid injury, when we cry?
Oh then I ask myself is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow?
Well, I can see for myself that there’s tomorrow, no tomorrow.
Oh then I ask myself is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow?
Well, I can see for myself that there’s tomorrow, no tomorrow.
No tomorrow…
solo
Waiting in lines, you’re on my mind.
And I can’t find this piece of my mind.
Oh then I ask myself is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow?
Well, I can see for myself that there’s tomorrow, no tomorrow.
Oh then I ask myself is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow?
Well, I can see for myself that there’s tomorrow, no tomorrow.
No tomorrow…
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7. |
Quicksand
03:58
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Quicksand
Walk into a room, I can hardly see a thing
I wonder why my eyes hurt.
I spy you in a chair, I can almost see your bra
I guess you want some clean dirt
Don’t walk up to me, cos I know you smell good
You don’t have to turn it on
Why don’t you tell me what you want.
Maybe I can help
But in the morning I know
You’ll be gone
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
Walking to the gig, I’m talking to my friend.
He knows about a big sound
I think I know the score, when I see you at the bar.
You’re hoping that I’ll come around
Well, if you’re staring me out, with those pretty green eyes.
I’ll put up a mental fight
Well, did you think you could get me, with that fabulous body?
Well, I dunno, maybe you’re right.
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
And I’m tired of these girls
They’re thinking that they got it all.
But they know, I’m easily tempted
They get my back right up against the wall
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
I’m doing fine
But I’m walking into quicksand
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8. |
In the Dark
03:14
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In the Dark
No shirt, no shoes.
No entrance, to any of you.
You’re too young, you’re too old
You’re too quiet, you’re too bold
The next touch, you feel.
The nunchaku, the chains of steel
I’ve been angry, a long time
I wanna fight, but I don’t know why.
Time and a place in the dark
Man with no face in the dark
I got big words, I’m a big man
I act tough to understand.
My future to nowhere.
Is no surprise but I don’t care.
Time and a place in the dark
Man with no face in the dark
Will I stand up to you in the dark?
Man with no face in the dark
And on the fashion train.
With inner tears but no despair
I’ll take the fashion train
But I know it takes me nowhere.
Nowhere
Nowhere
Time and a place in the dark
Man with no face in the dark
Will I stand up to you in the dark?
Man with no face in the dark
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9. |
Robot Man
02:21
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Robot Man
Watching you undress, I can see.
You’re different to me.
Your skin looks soft to feel
Mine is made of steel
You don’t realise.
That your body can entice
And you put me in a state
But I can’t communicate.
I am a robot man
I am what you programme
Inside a metal shell
I was assembled on a line
In 2099
When science hit a peak.
But still I cannot speak.
You look into my eyes
Expressionless and wide.
Oh can’t you understand?
That I long to be a man.
Inside my metal shell.
I can feel as well.
I am what you programme
I am a robot
…… man.
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10. |
No Turning Back
04:49
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No Turning Back.
I spoke to my Mom just the other day
I said listen here, I got something to say, to you.
Oh you lend me your ears.
She said I can’t talk now and then she burst into tears
I spoke to my sister on the very next call
She was fine, she was having a ball so I said
Hey, have you seen Mum?
Well there’s a party going on but she just wouldn’t come.
Well there’s a new guy around, he’s got her under the thumb
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all.
It’s been some time since I moved out of home
I’ll play my guitar I’ll live on the road… on the road
You got a hell of an act Jimi!
But I call up the folks, they sound so matter of fact.
Well I’ll crank up that Marshall, hey… there’s no turning back!
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all
Listen Mum !
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back at all
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11. |
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Whites of my Eyes
Too much, too soon
One look at you, I was over the moon
You can’t have, what you can’t touch
I want you, but you’re way too much
Oh, is there too much to lose?
I want you, all the time.
Look into, the whites of my eyes
Say it’s true, will you love me, till the end of time?
I can’t say it, if I don’t mean it.
The reasons go down the line.
Come with me, and take the time.
Leave your ‘broccolo’ behind.
Oh, cos’ I’m getting wise
And I want you, all the time.
Look into, the whites of my eyes
Say it’s true, will you love me till the end of time?
Look into, the whites of my eyes
Say it’s true, will you love me till the end of time?
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12. |
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No Turning Back (acoustic)
I spoke to my Mom just the other day
I said listen here, got something to say, to you.
Oh, lend me your ears.
She said I can’t talk now, then she burst into tears
I spoke to my sister on the very next call
She was fine man, having a ball so I said…
Hey, have you seen Mom?
There’s a party going on but you know she would not come.
She got a new man around, and he’s got her under the thumb
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
It’s been some time, I moved out of home
I’m gonna play my guitar, gonna live on the road… on the road
Got me a hell of an act, man.
But I call up the folks, they sound so matter of fact.
But I crank out a tune cos’ I know there’s no turning back.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
Well, I still get around, I still make a sound
I still got a guitar to play
And like the lines on my face, it’s probably too late to change
Instead of falling in line, I was out of my mind
Doing it all my own way
If there’s a lesson I learned while I was out getting burned…
Gotta love the music you play.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
No turning at all.
No turning back
No turning back
No turning back
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Jimi Hocking Melbourne, Australia
Australian Guitarist Jimi ‘the human’ Hocking has been recording & performing music since 1980. He is a member of The Screaming Jets since 1993, & his own band Jimi the Human & Spectre 7. He also performs as a blues artist. 2005 winner of the International Blues Challenge in Memphis USA. Jimi plays electric & acoustic guitar & Mandolin. www.jimihocking.com ... more
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