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The Slingers - One More Day (Official Video)
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Music video for 'One More Day' by The Slingers
Footage supplied by the National Film and Sound Archive of Australia's Film Australia Collection
Listen to The Slingers:
Music & Lyrics by R. J. Mahon (2017)
Performed by The Slingers
Produced by The Slingers
Lyrics:
Flies buzz around the homemade irrigation,
The labels on the bottles sag in condensation,
Can hear the crunch of tyres on the backyard gravel,
Sister leans on Grandpa’s shovel.
And the heat twists the air like crinkled cellophane,
And it shimmers too, like spilt kerosene round the driveway drain,
One more day, brother, one more day
You can still see the cricket on the T.V from the back veranda,
So the men stand around like headless agapanthus,
But you watch the rosellas people a perfect sky,
And you feel perfect too, but can’t say why
Now Dave wears long-sleeves to cover up the track-marks on his arms just in case,
Ah but he can’t hide what’s written in the rings and the lines of his face,
But I ain’t never seen the sun, set through the gums like that before,
And would it really matter if it was the last thing you ever saw?
One more day
One more day, One more hour,
As the sun dips behind the Telstra tower,
So, think of all the things that you would say,
With one more day,
Coils burning in the pool-side patio,
Brother, we got Skyhooks on the wireless radio,
There’s this picture of Dad, Grandpa and myself,
Rosary beads and candles burning on the cluttered shelf
Now Grandpa did it in one August night with a sawn-off shotgun,
Beneath my breath now, don’t ask me where he fucken got one,
Now Dave comes in ragged, he’s been round the bend,
And he’s all wigged out, he’s going off at Mum again,
Mum just stands there and takes it, like the backyard Jacaranda,
Like Sisyphus, like a sun-burned agapanthus.
One more day, one more hour,
One more petal falls from the back-veranda flower,
Maybe then I’d find the words to say,
But I’d probably just piss it all away,
I’d lie awake a lifetime in your arms,
And I’d never do no one any harm,
Footage supplied by the National Film and Sound Archive of Australia's Film Australia Collection
Listen to The Slingers:
Music & Lyrics by R. J. Mahon (2017)
Performed by The Slingers
Produced by The Slingers
Lyrics:
Flies buzz around the homemade irrigation,
The labels on the bottles sag in condensation,
Can hear the crunch of tyres on the backyard gravel,
Sister leans on Grandpa’s shovel.
And the heat twists the air like crinkled cellophane,
And it shimmers too, like spilt kerosene round the driveway drain,
One more day, brother, one more day
You can still see the cricket on the T.V from the back veranda,
So the men stand around like headless agapanthus,
But you watch the rosellas people a perfect sky,
And you feel perfect too, but can’t say why
Now Dave wears long-sleeves to cover up the track-marks on his arms just in case,
Ah but he can’t hide what’s written in the rings and the lines of his face,
But I ain’t never seen the sun, set through the gums like that before,
And would it really matter if it was the last thing you ever saw?
One more day
One more day, One more hour,
As the sun dips behind the Telstra tower,
So, think of all the things that you would say,
With one more day,
Coils burning in the pool-side patio,
Brother, we got Skyhooks on the wireless radio,
There’s this picture of Dad, Grandpa and myself,
Rosary beads and candles burning on the cluttered shelf
Now Grandpa did it in one August night with a sawn-off shotgun,
Beneath my breath now, don’t ask me where he fucken got one,
Now Dave comes in ragged, he’s been round the bend,
And he’s all wigged out, he’s going off at Mum again,
Mum just stands there and takes it, like the backyard Jacaranda,
Like Sisyphus, like a sun-burned agapanthus.
One more day, one more hour,
One more petal falls from the back-veranda flower,
Maybe then I’d find the words to say,
But I’d probably just piss it all away,
I’d lie awake a lifetime in your arms,
And I’d never do no one any harm,
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