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View From A Wooden Chair

by Jumping Fences

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Between the lightning and the thunder crack lies the fear and the thrill The light is blinding, the dark is holding strong The wild night shatters where it will And in a flash, In that foreboding instant The breathless moment of anticipation It comes to me like some cruel revelation You lured me with promises You courted me with a handful of coins You threatened me like a father would Between a laugh and a cry between a truth and the lie I see your empty eyes Between the moon slowly fading and the rising sun Pale silver, glowing gold Between the day spent and tomorrow's void This strange world loses its disguise And in a flash, In that foreboding instant The breathless moment of anticipation It comes to me like a cruel revelation Between a laugh and a cry between a truth and the lie I see your empty eyes And in the crack in a wall on the other side I see a hungry child
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Up on my feet, not down on my knees tracing a path through hot desert sand Out and about, not wasting away Searching the face of this ancient land Yesterday's gone and heroes are dead I'm one of the crowd that's looking ahead Not marking time, not hanging around Saying what's mine, I'm gaining lost ground Mending a shirt Fixing an old chair climbing some new steps Combing a child's hair Walking the street I'm crossing the road I'm running and laughing and singing and jumping and shouting Up to the mountain and down to the sea Breathing clean air in a wasted country My head is still clear and my legs are strong I'll last the distance no matter how long Turning the earth, I'm turning the wheel Painting a picture, thinking aloud Feeding my hunger, quenching my thirst Up on my feet, and I'm standing firm
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La Guitarra 02:58
En la noche la guitarra, desbaratando silencios y enhebrando al mismo tiempo de estrellas la madrugada. Vivir o morir mañana, alentados por el tiempo, el sonido es el silencio, y el silencio, la guitarra. Mi vida toda es el tiempo en que canta la guitarra; mis días, todo el silencio cuando la guitarra calla.
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Just go gently Have no fear hushed desires never grow Take your chances don't wait for years or the moment's lost before you even know Just sing softly but sing it clear Sing those songs you like to hear Take your chances don't wait for years or the moment's lost before you even know Say it strongly let them hear Let your whispers overflow Take your chances don't wait for years or the moment's lost before you even know
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Left my lover again left my dreams on the doorstep I promise its just for one day same promise I made yesterday and though I understand its more than a matter of choosing I never could plan anyway not in these times so confusing All the signposts to the borders and roads leading nowhere At the bus stop again thinking of some other places and old friends who've gone by the way down roads I never could follow All the signposts to the borders and roads leading nowhere Held my lover again wrapped in the soft light of dawn watching shadows that play on our skin stealing these moments until day begins "Where are you going?" she said I turned to her and smiled slowly "It's still a rough road that I tread and sometimes it just feels so lonely" she said "there are many like you who never sought privilege or power and out on the edges you know life is more than survival" All the signposts to the borders and roads leading nowhere All the signposts to the borders and roads leading nowhere
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A poet woke up and looked for inspiration the trees and the grass dissolved before his eyes as he stepped outside A poet woke up and listened very hard but deaf to the wind he didn't hear the call of the currawong Walking through the streets of the city Searching through the ruins of times gone by Looking for the rhyme and the reason Searching for the words of times to come A poet woke up there was something in the air the fragrance of a flower was lost amidst the scent of activity A poet walked on there were people all around rough hands building dreams small hands holding on as they stepped outside Walking through the streets of the city Searching through ruins of times gone by Looking for the rhyme and the reason Searching for the words of times to come
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Young girls play hopscotch on a broken path Ageing soot blackens old brick walls Old car tyre leans at the corner Stray dog barks at grim passer-by Bicycles line up at the local store Factories crumble behind rusting iron Graffiti grows on the railway bridge Worker in overalls walks on home A derelict house slumps to one side Poster peels on a bolted gate Its faded but not forgotten "An injury to one is an injury to all" Car rattles along with broken exhaust Clouds hurry past in the driving wind "Is this all there is?" asks the passer-by "No" said the worker "Its just a view from a wooden chair"
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Dingo 01:42

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released June 28, 1996

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Recorded February-April 1996 at Musicware, Toowong, Queensland

Recording engineers: Paul Draper and Geoff McGahan

Producers: Jumping Fences and Paul Draper

Mastered by Malcolm Jacobsen, Gevillea Records, Brisbane

All songs by Lachlan Hurse and Sue Monk except La Guitarra written by Otto Fernández and Amaury Pérez, and Candombe Mulato by Victor Lima.

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Jumping Fences Brisbane, Australia

Jumping Fences is an enduring musical partnership between Sue Monk and Lachlan Hurse. Their original works contain imagery and styles that reveal both an incisive insight into Australian life and a long association with Latin American culture.

Performances feature Sue's rich voice, her rhythmic guitar technique and the colour of Lachlan's innovative bass style.
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