SONG LYRIC DATABASE - K

The songs in this section are

KING OF THE MOUNTAIN

W - Hirst/Moginie
Walking through the high dry grass
Pushing my way through slow
Yellow belly black snake
Sleeping on a red rock
Waiting for the stranger to go

Sugar train stops at the crossing
Cane cockies cursing below
Bad storm coming
Better run to the top of the mountain

Mountain in the shadow of light
Rain in the valley below
Mountain in the shadow of light
Rain in the valley
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall
Call me king of the mountain

Blacksmith fires up the bellows
Cane cutters burning the load
Workers of the world
Run to the top of the mountain

Mountain in the shadow of light...

I can't take the hands from my face
There are some things we can't replace

Mountain...

Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat
Down cobblestone alleyways of washing day sheets
Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space
Across the wilderness
Out further than the bush
I will follow you

KNIFE'S EDGE

W - Garrett/Rotsey/Moginie
On a knife edge razor day
If you listen long enough they've got nothing to say

It's a time warp place don't change
The rhythm of the night, the beating rain

You move fast to get off of that merry-go-round

There's one gun, probably more
And the others are pointing at our backdoor

At the best hotel of all
Put my name on the wall, put my bed on the floor

You get much less well it seems like more
Heart's still sore

Word crimes
Bitter lies
Bitter crimes
Government Lies

KOALA SPRINT

W - Garrett/Moginie/Rotsey
An air from it echoes of the night
Concrete cabins catch the sky and they hold the stars for ransom
A thousand dreams it's getting late
A thousand runners standing still, I can smell the sand and sea
again
I've had enough away
City times down down, I've got to go
So don't let me wait
Said hello
'Cause I'm going on up again

It's a long way from Chatswood to the top of the gulf
I'll be hitching pacific when the morning sun's up
It's mile after mile on the long coast road
Smell of frangipani ocean sky blue

But I'm sick of seeing those beer can caravans
I'm getting even sicker of the thong drive-in
I'm feeling worse and worse at the chiko locallo
And the pubs all close at ten

Summer sun's got me stopping
Summer sun's got me trying
I'm waiting round for those waves and days
I hope it never ends

Well there's a new world bricking in the Old World charm
Suburbs highway pass cicada-coloured farms
Buy a car, sell a car, lead a car away
20 hours to Brisbane on night prowl play
20 hours to Brisbane...where's Brisbane...

KOLELE MAI

W - Traditional/Words by Francisco Borja DaCosta
What is the reason?
Who is the guilty one?
Who is really to blame?

What is the reason?
Who is the guilty one?
Who is really to blame?

What is it that makes your corn not grow?
What is it that makes your rice not flower?
Why doesn't our corn grow?
Why doesn't our rice flower?
Who is the guilty one?

What is the reason?
What is the reason?
Who is the guilty one?
Who is really to blame?

What is the cause of our hunger?
What is the cause of our never ending sweat?
What is the cause?
Who is to blame?

What is the reason?
What is the reason?
Who is the guilty one?
Who is really to blame?

Who is the guilty one?
Who is really to blame?
Who is the guilty one?
Who is the guilty one?

Who's really responsible?
Responsible, responsible,
Somebody's got to be responsible

What is the reason?

Some people sing a simple song,
Are they to blame?
This is the classic language of the people of Timor

Who is really to blame?

KOSCIUSKO

W - Hirst/Moginie
Older than Kosciusko
Darwin down to Alice Springs
Dealers in the clearinghouse
The settlements explode

High up in the homelands
Miners drive across the land
Encounter no resistance
When the people block the road

Old than Kosciusko
Dry white seasons years ago
Darkness over Charleville
The fires begin to glow

No end to the hostility
Now they wanna be somehwere else
No stranger to brutality
Now they'd like to be someone else

Older than Kosciusko
Driven back to Alice Springs
Endless storms and struggle
Now the figes begin to rage

High up in the homelands
Celebration 'cross the land
Builds up like a cyclone
Now the fires begin to rage

Call off the ultimatum
No don't turn away
Call off the ultimatum until yesterday
Call off the ultimatum, no don't turn away
Bind up the brokenhearted
No don't turn away

Call off the ultimatum until yesterday


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