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ABOUT THE TRACK

This track was written after a memorable tour up the East Coast of Australia on our way to Woodford Folk Festival.

Memorable for reasons both good and bad - the references are peppered throughout the song. They includes a very memorable gig with in Toowomba to near death experiences in Cundletown.

More than that, this track is about travelling through strange and unforgiving places in life, and how fortunate you are if you have something worthwhile going home to.

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The long black and the soft cigarette packs are the breakfast of sinners,
With our backpacks, shit-stirring and patience for mates getting thinner,
She said "Don't leave me.", I said "I'm leaving."
She held to my hand like a glove,
I choose to live in this hard part of town,
You can holiday north if you want.

It backfired and we all slowed down in that F3 fiasco,
I was tongue-tied, through the heat-waves off the tar I saw you through my rear view,
You know mining for gold in these Hollywood Hills is a pursuit for the strong and the young,
When this old man hits empty he fills up at a bar,
And I ponder the thing I've become.

At the Norville I stepped on pieces of glass,
We were at the Three Worlds by tea-time,
On my concrete mattress with one sheet in a basement near Sunshine,
While up in the airstream the big things move quickly,
Down here I trade insults with God,
Girl your wings are wated while you're living with me,
'Cos I am just wasted my love.

Well we got so close but things all upped and broke near the Cundletown turn-off,
That's near Taree, in my flashbacks we were all there just crouched in the ditches,
Some lose their jobs as the petrol gets pricey,
Others lose houses and others lose loves,
But our hearts keep on beating and our mouths still have words,
And I can still scratch your name next to mine in the mud.

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from Means What It Means, released July 4, 2011
Written by The Ellis Collective
Recorded and mixed at Infidel Studios by Duncan Lowe
Mastered at Studio 301 by Steve Smart

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The Ellis Collective create a patchwork of emotion that recounts the sadness, sickness, love and indecision that weaves its way through the fabric of everyday Australian life.

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