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4000 Miles Away
03:40
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4,000 MILES AWAY
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
On a Sunday night just after nine
As well it might the phone is ringing
I can’t be kind as she goes to answer
While in my mind his neck I’m wringing
I can’t help it if I get insanely jealous
So bad it makes me wanna sigh
We’ve never met but it doesn’t matter
It all goes back to the beginning
And now he wants her back again
He’s not happy with just a friend
He’ll never realise it’s the end
And what he had he’ll never have again
Tell ya I’ll make no secret of it I can easily say
I’m so glad he’s 4,000 miles away
I hear you’re coming home at Christmas
I hope you plan to mind your own business
Business business
To the ends of the Earth is still too close
Why can’t it be another galaxy
I bear a grudge and I’m not too proud to call it jealousy
It’s something I can’t seem to come to terms with
So bad that I can’t even try
There’s so much ground I’ve got to make up
If I’m to catch his lengthy innings
You know they lived together for a year or so
And though he’s gone he still won’t let go
How long can this go on I just don’t know
But it should be clear by now the answer’s no
Tell ya…etc.
Miles away 4,000 miles away
Miles away 4,000 miles away
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2. |
I Don't Wanna Go
02:17
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I DON’T WANNA GO
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
One big happy family is what we’ve never been
I couldn’t stand the fakeness or the hypocrisy
It isn’t my reunion it’s just a big pretence
I feel so isolated and I’ve got no defence
Honestly? Honestly!
I don’t wanna go If I may be so bold
I don’t really wanna know If the truth be told
Wouldn’t do my any good Would only do me harm
What’s in it for me?
Well I’m not ever taking any more on board
And opening old wounds is something I can’t afford
When you’re in a state of chronic fragility
If often corners you into disability
Seriously? Seriously!
I don’t wanna go I wanna stay here
I don’t really wanna know Do I make myself clear
What’s in it for me? Would only do me harm
Wouldn’t do me any good
If I accepted your invitation
What would I be letting myself in for?
I don’t wanna go…etc.
Frustration overflows
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3. |
Squalor At 59
03:08
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SQUALOR AT 59
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
And so we open the door
Confronted by an outrage
I’m sure there’s somewhere a floor
Underneath the takeaways
Can’t reach the door to the hall
The crap’s got me pinned to the wall
I’d tell you ‘bout the kitchen
But it’s more of the same
The sink shares with the bathtub
A blockage in the drain
And stops the water going down
If it’s not fixed we’ll surely drown
It’s simply not the scene
State of the art hygiene
It’s true there’s no denying
Sheer squalor at 59
Oh no the roof is leaking
It’s falling damp
Down comes the ceiling
On the Marshall amp
Lucky no one came to grief
I’m only glad I wasn’t underneath
Then there’s a glass that shatters
Entirely on its own
And I hear heavy breathing
When I’m home alone
There must be a presence at this address
If only they’d help clean all the mess
It’s simply…etc.
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4. |
Born In The Suburbs
03:04
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BORN IN THE SUBURBS
(Words and Music - Ian Proudlock)
We were born in the gutter
We grew up on the street
We were slaves to the rhythm
Now we’re kickin’ the beat
Gettin down with your momma
While we’re stealing your car
We’re playing poker with your sister
And we’re playing your guitar
(Chorus) Cos we’re Urchins (Urchins)
We’re motherfucking Urchins (Urchins)
We’re dirty little Urchins (Urchins)
And we’re coming from a suburb near you
We’re stealing money from your wallet
Stealing liquor from the store
Got our hands in our pockets
Cruisin’ down the street to score
Now we’re rockin the stage
In this dirty little dive
We’re like rock ‘n roll soldiers
In the war against the jive
(Repeat chorus)
We were born in the suburbs
We grew up on the street
Where we learned how to fight
Just to make the ends meet
We were breaking into houses
We were breaking into cars
Now we’re breaking out the riffage
On our pawnshop guitars
(Repeat chorus)
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5. |
Speak My Mind
02:54
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SPEAK MY MIND
(Words And Music - Scott Riley)
There are some things I keep to myself
Never let on though I know that the time might be right
For I don’t want my words misconstrued
Something I say might be nearing the point but not quite
Coz the mouth doesn’t always interpret the thought
And you ears might not hear my words
How I wanted for them to be heard
If I try to
(Chorus) Speak my mind Mind my speech
Speak my mind just once
I’m no always as much as it might seem
Bored with your chatter it just doesn’t matter right now
Don’t mean to be short It’s only because
I’m preoccupied there’s something on my mind holding sway
And I know and I fully appreciate
How frustrating it must be
But it’s just the same for me
When I try to
(Repeat Chorus)
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6. |
Watching The Walls
04:06
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WATCHING THE WALLS
(Words & Music - Ian Proudlock & Scott Riley)
I’m not into doomsday prepping
I’m not into being a recluse
I just want a solo setting
But it seems such a flimsy excuse
To be just watchin’ the walls
Cocooning myself in my comfort zone now
Within these walls
I’m keepin’ it all together
In spite of it all
Haven retreating while
I’m looking forward to my release
Not planning on staying here forever
Some time I’ll be up and away
Before I’m at the end of my tether
Or cabin fever has its way
Still just watchin’ the walls…etc.
And when that day comes
Only then will I see how much has changed
Now will I be ready for it?
And will the world be ready for me?
Just watching’ the walls…etc.
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7. |
The Thrill Of the Chase
02:59
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THE THRILL OF THE CHASE
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
We may never be that famous
We may never be heroes
Maybe we’re a bunch of losers
Locked in common throes
So let’s enjoy the honeymoon
Before the rot sets in
And keep defying the inevitable
So in the meantime minds can swim
With big ideas and pleasant thoughts
Never caring if it comes to nought
With an upward view and unflagging heart
Reach for the sky
(Chorus) The thrill of the chase will come again
Not a moment too soon The thrill of it all
Come on soon
Take me now
Sure the chances are against it
But no-one can say for sure
That we’ll never amount to anything
Though they’ve seen it all before
So there’s no point in not attempting
When there’s nothing else to do
Keep on throwing down the gauntlet
Tell me what is there to lose?
Build our own satisfaction
Putting plans into action
With interest high we’re only set to gain
We can but dream
(Repeat Chorus)
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8. |
Lazy Disposition
03:11
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LAZY DISPOSITION
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
Skies are grey and softly so am I
With a faint sense of well being
Can’t say I’m completely satisfied
As I slip into the open arms of Morpheus
Not so sure I wanna step outside
This place to me is like a sanctuary
It shouldn’t have to be a fortress
I only ask you let me lazy be
(Chorus) Çoz I got a lazy disposition
I slump in my seat and I sigh and I yawn
I softly slip into submission
Becoming deaf to your scorn
A Prozac script supposed to bring me up
Don’t know if I’ll be bothered getting it filled
Always told I should be seekin’ help
And always condemned by the straight and narrow
I still have days when I hate everything
Sometimes gotta find something to dread
Mask it all with a dose of poison
Nicer views seen through a hazy head
(Repeat chorus)
I would sleep for years and years
I would like to dream
No one wake me
Comatose body active mind
Shut you out leave my head free to clear
All the shit collected there
And when I die won’t make a ripple
As I don’t make a difference
Just one less lazy bastard
Still won’t be free from persecution
(Repeat chorus)
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9. |
No More Black Dogs
02:36
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NO MORE BLACK DOGS
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
Just lately been lettin’ things get outa hand
I’m slowly turning into someone I can’t stand
Bad habits creepin’ in and infiltrating my subconsciousness
And I’ve come to realise this is not the way to live
To put an end to it something has got to give
I’ve plumbed the murky depths for far too long in my helplessness
(Chorus) No more black dogs I’ve really had enough
You’ve had your time and I’ve been doin’ it tough
Cut you any more you’ll be the death of me
When my ship comes in…
Try not to dwell on things I can’t control
A nice idea but I need a resolve
If I’m to scale the dizzy heights on hold and savour times of joy
I grow impatient but I need the time to grow
To swim the waves of joy and beat the undertow
If I never look back never look down never fall victim to regression
Will I reap what I sow?
(Repeat chorus)
Bring out the broom forget the failures
Destroy the doom jettison the jailers
Don’t give them the room just let the pale into insignificance
(Repeat chorus)
Just you wait and see
My potential reached
There’ll be no stopping me
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10. |
Washing Machine
02:09
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WASHING MACHINE
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
Can I have a spin in your washing machine
Can I come in
Let me in you don’t know where I’ve been
I might do something obscene
Yeah I’ll be your dryer
You won’t know
Can I have a spin in your washing machine
Can I can I can I can I come in
Let me in you don’t know where I’ve been
Can I can I can I can I come in
Yeah I’ll be your dryer
You won’t know
Yeah
Can I have a spin in your washing machine
Can I can I can I can I come in
Let me in you don’t know where I’ve been
Can I can I can I can I come in
Yeah I’ll be your dryer
You won’t know
Yeah
Can I take a spin
Can I take a spin
Can I take a spin
Can I take a spin
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11. |
Professor Nick
02:41
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PROFESSOR NICK
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
He’s the one who’s there to help you
He’s the one with the worthy cause
He’s the one who’ll pick you up again
When you’re on all fours
Come to him when you wanna clean up
He won’t just leave you there to die
He’s on your side and he won’t simply
Hang you out to dry
Do your noble work
We’re behind you all the way
We step aside and salute you
Professor Nick
He’s the one when your addiction won’t budge yeah
He’s got the rockinest clinic
He won’t ever be the one to judge you
When you’ve a habit to kick
He’s got no time for any fanfare
He only wants to help you out
He’s extremely dedicated
Without a doubt
Do your noble work
We’re behind you all the way
We step aside and salute you
Do it Professor!
Shame you can’t drum for us anymore
We really love you back on board
Complete the line-up and what’s more
Do it justice rest assured
Do your noble work
We’re behind you all the way
We step aside and salute you
Keep calm and carry on
You pillar of society
We’re full of awe and admiration for you
Professor Nick
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12. |
Hurt Me
02:43
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HURT ME
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
I don’t command any respect from you I know
But don’t go thinking I’m enjoying this oh no
Do your worst to cut me down
And pull the rug from under me
Take all I’ve got each little thing
And anything to denigrate me
You know how to piss me off
You can’t do to me what ain’t been done before
I’m so used to disappointment and I’m still sore
Bullshit me dupe me up
Makin’ sure there ain’t no cure
Shut me up rip me off
Send me up till I’m inure
You’re still nowhere near it baby
Some come on and hurt me
And a pat on the back is a subtle search
For a spot to put the knife in
So I’ll scratch your back
And you stab mine
Make me an offer I can’t refuse
There must be nothing you can’t abuse
Take me where I’ve never been
You’ll have to dig in harder now
Used up all your credit so
You’re gonna have to earn it now
Well I’m already in pain
So you can’t hurt me
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WASHING MACHINE
(Words & Music - Scott Riley)
Can I have a spin in your washing machine
Can I come in
Let me in you don’t know where I’ve been
I might do something obscene
Yeah I’ll be your dryer
You won’t know
Can I have a spin in your washing machine
Can I can I can I can I come in
Let me in you don’t know where I’ve been
Can I can I can I can I come in
Yeah I’ll be your dryer
You won’t know
Yeah
Can I have a spin in your washing machine
Can I can I can I can I come in
Let me in you don’t know where I’ve been
Can I can I can I can I come in
Yeah I’ll be your dryer
You won’t know
Yeah
Can I take a spin
Can I take a spin
Can I take a spin
Can I take a spin
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Suburban Urchins Melbourne, Australia
Suburban Urchins originally consisted of Scott Riley (Guitar, Vox), Pete Shegog (Bass, Vox), Nick Lintzeris (Drums, Vox) and were soon joined by Ernie O (Keys, Vox). Formed in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia in '86, the band played to many an enthusiastic response. Deciding to reform over 30 years later, it was time to record an album - "Born In The Suburbs" was birthed in the midst of the lockdown. ... more
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