Art Rush - Milkcrates lyrics

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Art Rush - Milkcrates lyrics

(Art:) I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself But if you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you milkcrates to furniture, plowshares to swords under-bed storage, books, odds and sods we won the jukebox, got the call from the pub pulled up socks and took it down the block to the spot girls come and girls go, but your mates are what matter fly stylus in style, brush dust off the platter sing grooves, real smooth, love the static in the attic no sir, nothin's clear, don't know how I ended up here don't know where I'm goin, don't know what I'm doin with my life, but I'm lovin' the ride might go to TAFE to be a librarian if it can fit around my 9 to 5 but all I really care about is memories immortalised album after album, see 'em fly across the borderlines and when Joni Mitchell dies, will I regret not sending a letter? could I have done better? You don't ever have to worry You don't ever have to hide Cause I'll be there beside you To dry your weary eyes So darlin' tell me if you'll be true There's no doubt in my mind You know what I wanna do (Kid:) what you gonna say, what you gonna do drinkin' all the brew, thinkin lyrics through setting out to do what none of you can do scullin' down the booze, just so we can prove we got the moves to stagger, back to the bottlo another soco, see the f**in' jukey bro, gonna scoop it holmes you know the go, got the space at home roped off for the j-box baby yo Crazy yo, we f**in' paved the road, gettin' wasted yo take it home, don't break it, don't hate it, don't be jaded - it glows colours of a rainbow that bestow all we know spectrum of hope sittin' in my home hittin up the chrome in my home zone, blown cause that's the way I'm home grown cans of Soco all up in my tree soon it will be a jukey this ain't no fluke, no it ain't no joke sippin' soco will bring you hope (Kid:) beered up and geared up, giddy up, where the pretty doves cause we live it up bub from here to the hub, live in fear of the dark scull a beer in the park, near to the heart bring it back in a shopping cart (Art:) I pour my heart and soul into this think of girls, think of bus trips and all I can do is sing So often I find myself lost for words There's just so much in my heart I sense the presence of ghosts in the street and I try to make sense of it all (Kid:) the cold bus shivers and delivers me back to rat pack and crack that six pack at the napsack four pack a-black for the chap in the hat laughin' at that scarf and cravatt indie cat gon' prove that he can lose that just to swoon snatch what better timing, stars alignin' end of the climbin', stop the rhymin' - for now (Art:)So often I find myself lost for words There's just so much in my heart I sense the presence of ghosts in the street and I wonder when I'm gonna die.