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Tailor Made Heartache

by The Wedded Bliss

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1.
Floodwater 02:47
I’ve got floodwater rising through these veins, through these veins I’ve been knocking over bar stools, been drinking cheap champagne Been stealing from the tip-jar, been making myself a name I’ve got floodwater rising through these veins, right through these veins I’ve got acetate, got sulphate in my lungs, in my lungs I’ve been bludging all my cigarettes, smoked a little too much for some They say that three is company but I believe I’m only one I’ve got acetate, got sulphate in my lungs, in my lungs She’s got her fiancé, I’ve got my ginger wine What more can I say I was drunk by half-past-nine Fish are jumping in the sea, but I think I’ve broke my line Can I bludge another drink, cause I think it’s closing time Now this lazy eye’s been lazin’ round the room, around the room I’ve been lying through my teeth, just to take a peek at you I’ll tell you that I love you, but I haven’t thought it through This lazy eye’s been lazin’ round the room This acetate’s been floating round the room This floodwater’s been rising around the room, right round the room
2.
Oh one little push and out the bed Well it’s cold in my bones I want the bed instead Well one little heave And I’m back on my feet One little push that’s all I need One little push put me to shame When push came to shove Well I’ll wear the blame Now I ain’t quite so keen ‘Cause your push stole the scene And now one little push that’s all I need One little push that’s all I need Oh One Little push that’s all I need I can’t face the day, but the day’s on it’s way And now one little push that’s all I need One little push that’s all I need Oh I’ll drop the clutch and I’ll get some speed Well don’t pull the choke, don’t fix it, I ain’t broke Just one little push that’s all I need One little push that’s all I need…
3.
I want me a house on the High Side of the Street The High Side of the Street That’s where I want to be I’ll lay down my troubles, gonna kick up my feet Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street You don’t pay no rent on that Side of the Street Your plate’s always full and your tea’s always sweet So kick of your boots, you can rest up your feet Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street I’m heading on up to that Side of the Street The High Side of Me, that’s where I want to be I’ll lay down my troubles gonna kick up my feet Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street Well if you’re a beggar, even if you’re a thief You welcome right here on this Side of the Street Your plate’s always full and the talk’s never cheap Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street I’m heading on up….
4.
Well they filled up the Leagues Club on Grand Final Day I was fifteen years old, they said ‘It’s time to play’ So they lined up a whiskey and they lined up a beer And said ‘Two ain’t too many, in this Grand Final Year’ Now there’s many a poor boy, many a fool undone By Bright Lights and brash girls and a man’s kind-of-fun So fill up my dram now that big night can’t wait ‘Cause too ain’t too many, but three’s tempting fate Now two’s too many, three’s not enough I’ll empty my pockets, fill up my cup And four’s for your health now, five’s for your luck Two’s too many, three’s not enough I’ve been punch drunk, been dead drunk, been led to this place But the last cup I’ll sip from, is my sweet saviour’s grace He’ll turn the wine back to water, but the whiskey’s just too tough When two is too many, and three’s not enough Now two’s too many, three’s not enough…
5.
Teenage Soap Star (free) 03:40
I could’a been a teenage soap star in a medicine show Talking all those big lines with a tele-genic glow I could’a had drama and romance, been the hottest thing you’d seen And every night at tea-time on your television screen That could’a been me, that should’a been me That would’a been me, that could’a been me I could’a been in all those social pages and those glossy magazines Not livin’ on a wage, just livin’ on a dream Oh but every night at tea-time, if you can do your sums I could’a been a teenage soap star, but now I’m just picking up crumbs That could’a been me, that should’a been me That would’a been me, that could’a been me But oh, I know it’s cold, There ain’t no sin in growing old My feet are tired and my hearts not free ‘Cuz oh good lord that could’a been me That could’a been me, that should’a been me That would’a been me, that could’a been me I could’a been a teenage soap star in a medicine show, Talking all those big lines with a tele-genic glow I could’a been writing my name on that old sunset strip Right now I’m pounding the pavement, back then I could’a been it That could’a been me, that should’a been me That would’a been me, that could’a been me…
6.
Work With Me 03:23
If it’s dirty work, work with me If it pays the worst, work with me Bite the hardest tack, work to ache this back Give me dignity, and work with me If it’s deathly dull, work with me I will give my all, if you work with me I will clench my teeth, I still ache for what I seek Just give me dignity, and work with me Wake me wake me when the day it dawns Don’t let me sleep in at all Shake me shake me, when the night it falls I hear the bell it toll, still that dollar calls If it’s dangerous, then work with me Ease my fearfulness, and work with me Fill my heart with grit, won’t you cushion every hit Just give me dignity, work with me Give me dignity, work with me Give me dignity, work with me
7.
Oh a man he was rued of his love and his land She left him with nothing at all No fortune to rule, no favour too cruel For a man of the likes of Ben Hall Well you all may of heard of that bush-ranging man He robbed Peter but never did pay Paul But what of his wife now, who packed up her life And left with the child of Ben Hall No coin in the coffers, just clay in the pan Don’t beg for an offer, bail up what you can So chin up and chest out, you weren’t born a Boy Scout You were born with that blood of Ben Hall That child she would chew on that grief stricken grain As pride surely beckons a fall That child will learn her name, taste that bittersweet pain She was born with that blood of Ben Hall No coin in the coffers, just clay in the pan Don’t beg for an offer, bail up what you can So chin up and chest out, you weren’t born a boy scout You were born with that blood of Ben Hall Now there’s mud on your best shirt and blood on your back And a scar where you first took a fall So don’t ask for forgiveness, they’ll make you their business You were born with that blood of Ben Hall No coin in the coffers…
8.
Well Debbie chase Jonnie with a butcher’s knife Down The Old Stairwell on a Saturday night So Don’t you talk to strangers, better watch your back And don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats Well they start their drinking on a pension day And when they get a skin-full they’ll be on their way So don’t you talk to strangers, better watch your back And don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats Don’t go sniffing where the air ain’t clean Don’t go walking where the grass ain’t green Don’t go swimming where the water’s thick And don’t you go messin’ with a needle stick Don’t you go messin’, Don’t you go messin’ Don’t go messin’ where the Junkies might mess you up too Well Debbie said to Jonnie better watch your mouth The way you’ve been heading, you’ll be heading south So don’t you talk to strangers, better watch your back And don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats Don’t go sniffing where the air ain’t clean Don’t go walking where the grass ain’t green Don’t go swimming where the water’s thick And don’t you go messin’ with a needle stick Don’t go messin’ where the Junkies might mess you up too Now poor little Jordy thought he’d have his fun He’d spook old Debbie with a knock and run But he fell down the stairwell and he broke his back So don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats Don’t go…
9.
Low 04:03
Oh down in the valley we ache for our fill There’s dust in the lake full of carrion kill There’s heat in the foothills like a pulse you can feel So don’t swim in the lake and don’t sleep at the wheel Low Low Low Oh down in the valley these souls ain’t been saved They dug up the church yard and opened the graves They once tried to tame it with ritual and rite But the children keep teeming and the blacksnakes still bite Low Low Low Oh down in the valley only heartache prevails There’s grief in the gravy and guilt in the pail The widows are orphaned and the babies are born God moves through the dust as he tempers his scorn Low Low Low Don’t you stop in the valley don’t you pause the remote At the first sign of trouble drop the clutch and the choke You see a flash and a sliver, if your senses take fright ‘Cause the slower the reflex, the deeper the bite Low Low Low
10.
When there’s God up above, and Hell down below But no wind in your sails, and no light on the road Oh your damned if your don’t, oh you would but you won’t Now it’s time to concede, and wear that heart on your sleeve For the rivers will run, and the sea it will swell Rally round the old drum, we’re going to ring the town bell Hold on my Friend, hold on My love, hold on We’re all coming Home Well this world needs its war, it’s too cheap to give in Like a scratch needs a sore just to bleed through the skin No there won’t be applause, there’s no one to award So chin up and chest out, wipe the blood from your mouth For the rivers will run, and the sea it will swell Rally round the old drum, we’re going to ring the town bell Hold on my Friend, hold on My love, hold on We’re all coming Home It’s beautiful and sad, heartbroken but true For every joy that we’ve had, there’ll be heartache anew So may that god up above, give you light on the road Push the wind through your sails Keep the devil down below For the rivers will run, and the sea it will swell…
11.
I’ve got a tailor-made heartache Spilling ink upon this sleeve I’m talking tears, I’m talking heart break And taking years to let it bleed Oh it’s a tailor-made heartache for a custom made fool I got a tailor made heartache, no other heartache is gonna do I’m livin’ low among the loveless I’m living low amongst their kin A little touch just for the luckless A little touch will soothe my skin Oh it’s a tailor-made heartache for a custom made fool I got a tailor made heartache, no other heartache is gonna do In that tailor making twilight You said we’d break before we’d bend We took a left we took a turn right Straight to our tailor making end Your heading west of the divide now You’ve turned your back against the sea They say all rivers run to home now But you ain’t running back to me Oh it’s a tailor-made heartache for a custom made fool I got a tailor made heartache, no other heartache is gonna do Got a tailor made heartache, and that heartache’s name is …
12.
Tarakan 04:22
Yeah that’s me back in ‘45 Too young to vote, but old enough to die They gave me a slouch hat and a ‘303 The good old AIF had a place for me Tarakan They told God above and every rank below We’re gonna rid this land of Tokyo Rose Every cap and gun, down to the man On every precious inch of Tarakan Tarakan Well the motors ran and the sea did swell And the Church of Man did ring it bell Like a sacrament of blood and sand Forced through the teeth of Tarakan Tarakan Olive drab and jungle green A cordite fuming khaki dream And my brothers here, part of the plan Lying face down on Tarakan Tarakan All you Kings and Queens if you’re keeping score Yeah we rid this land of the Emperor Every cap and gun, down to the man A little blood for oil on Tarakan Tarakan
13.
14.
Take all that you want, take all of your fill My sweetest, my dearest, my swine and my swill Take all of my shrapnel and all my goodwill My ship’s in a bottle and I’m sailing on still To where love’s yet to conquer, to write its own name Where there’s Judas and Jesus and Abel and Cain Oh I’ll pack up their troubles and all their ill-will Right into this bottle we’re going sailing on still Sailin’ on Still, sailin’ on still Oh we’re well past the yardarm A rum tot, an old psalm The deep swell I’m going to drink up my fill Sailin’ on still, Sailin’ on Still I’m going to pick up Magellan, I’m going to bring him back round Through the Straits of Gibraltar, to the Prince William Sound Oh to Hell it won’t matter, if we sink in landfill Our Ship’s in this bottle, we’re going sailing on still Sailin’ on Still, sailin’ on still With the last tide remaining This yardarm is breaking The deep swell I’m going to drink up my fill Sailin’ on still, Sailin’ on Still Take all that you want, take all of your fill My sweetest, my dearest, my swine and my swill My ship’s in a bottle and drinking my fill My ship’s in a bottle and I’m sailing on still

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This album was recorded live at Infidel Studios, Queanbeyan, NSW over the weekend of January 22 & 23. "The Ballad of Ronnie & Dot" was recorded on the evening of Thursday March 3. We had a little time left over during those three days to overdub mandolin, steel & banjo-guitar parts, but most of the tracks are live. Cameron played hi-hat on "Don't Go Messin' ('round the Junkie Flats)" Album production was mostly a collaborative process, although Matt did steer the ship at times when R.B. was lost at sea.

Contact & bookings: randall_blair@hotmail.com

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released April 21, 2011

Engineered by Cameron Burns

Mixed By Cameron Burns and Duncan Lowe at Infidel Studios

Mastered by Eric Conn, Independent Mastering, Nashville, Tennessee

Album design & Photography: Konrad Lenz

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The Wedded Bliss Canberra, Australia

"The Wedded Bliss are just plain wonderful, a rose scented brew of beer-tap poetry and narrative country with a side plate of 50s rock melody. Cheerful, melancholy, funny…" - BMA Magazine

The Wedded Bliss is a labour of love for Randall Blair, Matt Nightingale and Lachlan Coventry.

They are a band that that will have you tapping your toes, singing along to their catchy country swing tunes.
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