Birth of the Sun - Australian Aboriginal

Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave Let him need you Father, for the self-control I'm just a Judas, looking for a silver line And tomorrow is still a step behind Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine So hear me out Let's hear it for the damaged Who understands but the broken? Developed in the arms of spite I'm all fucked up, and I make it look good Adrenaline sight tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the cruel Remember how you spent the best part of forever in a state of pure disease? It was another thing altogether to forget that you brought out the worst in me Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do You just wish you'd hate like I do We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise Fighting off a generation too uptight We're all dressed up with nobody to kill The rhetoric stops tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the, birth of the cruel, yeah Now's not the time for denying Shifting the focus to scare Let's not forget we're all guilty All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave, let him be provoked Father, by self-control That he can see, look in the enemy in front of him Because cursed, not today, sucker Go back to Hell where you belong

These are the blues Nothing but blues Oh, they say some people long ago Were searching for a different tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm So they started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what to use That is how the blues really began They heard the breeze in the trees Singing weird melodies And they made that the start of the blues And from a jail came the wail Of a down-hearted frail And they played that As part of the blues From a whippoorwill Way up on a hill They took a new note Pushed it through a horn Until it was worn Into a blue note And then they nursed it They rehearsed it And then sent out that news That the Southland gave birth to the blues They nursed it And they rehearsed it And they sent out that news That the Southland they gave birth to the blues.

And if I could make it home by Tuesday That's if I could make it home at all I'm heading out in the sunshine, babe Feeling to your knees Nobody else but my own sweet self Do you know Where we go Do you know When we go High in a rooftop, singing a song S of angels all sing along It's late and I'm scared, so please don't be long I'm still not sure where I came from Feeling low Gone are the doubts of clouds I had before Gone are the blinkers 'round my eyes I'm heading out in the sunshine, babe Feeling to your knees Nobody else but my own sweet self Do you know Where we go Do you know (Old friends say, oh he's lost his way) When we go (But they can't see what I can see) Do you know (Oh I'll never come back) Where we go (I'm heading out in the sunshine, baby) Do you know Where we go High in a rooftop, singing a song S of angels all sing along It's late and I'm scared, so please don't be long I'm still not sure where I came from Feeling low