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Angus And Julia Stone
Angus And Julia Stone


Background information
Origin Sydney, Australia
Genre(s) Folk
Blues
Acoustic
Years active 2006—present
Label(s) EMI Group
Website Website
Members
Angus Stone
Julia Natasha Stone



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Angus And Julia Stone Album


The Beast (08/18/2007)
08/18/2007
1.
2.
3.
I'll Wait
4.
Mother Hubbard's Shoe
5.
6.
Little Bird
. . .


Pack up your things
Your work here is done
A slave to the beast
No mercy with time
(No mercy with time)

They brand you with the fire
Then push you into the sun
They want the free land to expire
They want everyone to be numb
The worlds drinking from a cup that no one wants to share
Words from the king that no one wants to hear

Don't be running late are you on time today (x4)

Retrench me because of machines
Kids trading roses for guns
Track marks under the sleeve
I can't talk I need to run
Loves thrown away the ring
Not knowing what to say
Mama won't you sing
It's like you're cut by the blade

Don't be running late are you on time today (x4)

Don't be running late are you on time today (x4)
(Don't be running late)

Don't be running late (till the end)

. . .


haven't felt my heart beat in fifteen years
i haven't felt my heart beat
since i saw you standing here

love is not a war that i have got to fight
when in this life
what i (can't love right?)

i, i haven't got what i need
from you

a purple skivvy (remark?)
you know what they are
memories attached to photographs

i'm one of those girls
who carries on the lie
i'm one of those people who never gets facts right

i, i haven't got what i need
from you
what i need, from you
what i need

. . .

I'll Wait

[No lyrics]

. . .

Mother Hubbard's Shoe

[No lyrics]

. . .


Choking on these words
You can leave now
Oh haven't you heard
You can leave now

We stand there like statues from different cities
Both warriors of the same war
Both victors of our territories
Why do I feel so small?
Oh you've got it all figured out
What will be will be

Fine work from a sailor's hand
Who's always running away
In between all your complex ideas
Found out how love should be
When you get the time to feel anything
Anything real for me
Oh you've got it all figured out
What will be will be

Fine words from a sailor's son
Who's always running away
I don't want your sympathy
Don't quote me another phrase
I understand all your philosophies
But it hurts me just the same

Choking on these words
You can leave now
Oh haven't heard
You can leave now

. . .

Little Bird

[No lyrics]

. . .


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