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Heading Back To You

by Victor Stranges & The Methinks

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1.
Heading Back To You 04:02
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It’s OK I’m coming back I’m heading back to you Why do I feel all so strange? The emotion’s riding high To believe the words you say To put my trust in you You already paid the price I’m heading back to you You shouldn’t be the first to say Things are not going your way When I was wrong I didn’t know how you were feeling You promised to be true if I keep my eyes on you There’s many other brands of hope but you’re alive! It’s OK I’m coming back I’m heading back to you Why do I feel all so strange? The emotion’s riding high To believe the words you say To put my trust in you You already paid the price I’m heading back to you There was a time before you left your heart at the door Beneath the sign that says, “Do not disturb” You promised to be true if I opened it for you For me to enter into life You had to die! Lift the scales from my eyes and let Your spirit keep me strong Take this burden from my heart I’ve been carrying too long To believe the words you say, to put my trust in You You already paid the price I’m heading back to you So if you’re hanging on a limb No need to be afraid of Him You know the moment’s now We’re losing time Losing time Losing time © 2002 Victor Stranges
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Mud In Her Ear 03:52
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Come on boy, you’ll have to tell her About your weekend companion Cowering for bliss Sealing your fate with a kiss But you made her your wife when that question was rife When she saw it all you knew it was only warts A little bit on the weekend could make you a champion (Say it loud, say what you mean) But she’s left standing forever holding her broken pieces She’s got mud in her ear She was born way too sincere She seems unaffected on the outside But you know her tears were the longest in years she cried Soon there’s just no magic in the air She cut out the fuse and gave you silly hopeless blues Over and over tonight But tell her the fears that no one answers And you could sell them over the counter She was born way too sincere Too sincere © 2002 Victor Stranges
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Blue Doubts 04:43
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Dreamt a band of gold and a flower in your hair And who can doubt the fear on the face you wear? I’ve jemmyed all I can, you know I’d be the man that Comes too late on a Monday to see that you light is closed Just when you thought that you could see everything The music in my head could be the bliss of every king My intentions aren’t that clear, but would you volunteer your Summer years with me to prove that the world exists? Blue doubts are going to keep me dark They’re always pointing at the rainbows in my street Every time we meet Sometimes I think of all the things that you say And how it’s only me that could kick the doubts away Your pledge seems so true, don’t want to make you blue But to leave a stone unturned, could get your fingers burned But the roadworks always take too long You know that I didn’t think I could be that strong Blue doubts are going to keep me dark Blue doubts can only take your heart © 2002 Victor Stranges
4.
You Need Money 04:42
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Caught up in visions, caught between two towns Never mind Mary, growing takes you ‘round Biting, wrestles, come up for air Never mind Mary, your scars are not forever And who was there to help you up Just when you need someone to says its Alright, well it’s alright But you listen to the testimonials You’re not deserving or tactful or even practical You can’t even stand up to save your life Just be where it’s at and get yourself some Money You need money Everyday money Either way But you close the door, you're not conversational A burning cigarette decision I hope your roof won’t fall At twenty-one, a minor, it’s way past your choice You’d like to change but they’ve stolen your voice Money Don’t you need money Everyday money Either way But you’re grateful for the things that you’ve been robbed Your new found friends to complement your job But you find you have killed your dreams Oh, it’s such a pity indeed Money Don't you need money Everyday money Either way Money Don't you need money Everyday money Either way © 2002 Victor Stranges
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Nightwares 04:32
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Standing here with his lucky beard Hasn’t seen Theodore for sixteen years And we’ll drive through intersections brakeless At forty-five he’s still with that emptiness Screaming down on a wave of fear Bunson sky spread inside a tear Heartfelt slingshot elasticised Breathing water is overwhelming But it’s all gone… and it’s over now But it’s all gone… and it’s over now Drenched in white satin overcoats Smashed up faces are consequential And the nightmare ‘til daylight nears “Now isn’t that the meaning of life, my dear?” But it’s all gone… and it’s over now But it’s all gone… and it’s over now Nightwares, I’ve got to get used to Nightwares, I’m breathing Nightwares, I’m dreaming Nightwares Oh, oh, oh… Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh… Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, ho Oh, oh, oh, ho © 2002 Victor Stranges/Jeremy Rogers
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Short And Sweet 03:26
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I’ve seen them stark naked With their sunny sides up and laughing Been a while since they were drinking Now they’ve gone and even lost the plot entirely And now it seems that they’re both better dancers Not giving me questions or throwing me answers “The fourth successive occasion, You bring me flowers,” she said She tips the vase of water Filled with petals and calyxes And now it’s time for you to go, my dear It’s better business… To stay out of it To stay out of it To stay out of it To stay out of it But try to see it my way You’ve taken me too far You take a lot and call yourself a martyr, martyr And wrap it up in self deception Short and sweet, short and sweet Short and sweet, short and… Short and sweet, short and sweet Short and sweet, short and sweet © 2002 Victor Stranges
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The Ballad Of Johnny Dead 04:01
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Tonight I shed my sickness onto this evil bed And let the grass grow over inside your pretty head It’s too late to say goodbye, it’s too late for a promise But you stitched me up so good this time How was I to notice? That sin…snuck up on the world Before you put your graveshirt on and sink into the limbo Hit him hard, don’t listen ‘Cause there’s nothing he can do for you Face front the judgement chair The kids are coughing up your phlegm One side the motherland, the other the fatherland “Don’t cry my little one, don’t cry for me my baby” You can’t sweep it underneath the rug You’ve got to comb it in your hair It’ll make them stare at… Dregs…in your dirty hair Tin pot crooked furniture and rabbits ‘neath your hat Painted girls and the madmen Did someone put a curse on you? Now with the wolves you’ve toyed They’ve turned you from a blue-eyed boy Into a one-eyed hack, embittered cleptomaniac We can cut off both your hands and plant them like a tree And spare for all the hurt inside 'Til the wind burns off your brittle leaves But where…is my pretty girl? She could make for a cultured pearl So tender and thickskinned, shovelling the coal Way down in the hole Didn’t want to be somebody’s fool Did someone put a curse on you? © 2002 Victor Stranges
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The Bravest Man Alive 04:22
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It’s a long way to Tipperary So they say I’ll be coming home A wealth of dreams fade to grey But with your last wave will you take me anyway? A pound for the empire A shilling for our love In the legend of a nation They need me, though you need me too It’s a story for the big bands The sand and sweat slowly wipes away a sweet sepia embrace In the legend of a nation I have a letter written in my heart That the lightest horsemen couldn’t carry Are you working at the Swallow & Ariel Baking Anzacs for our return? But God bless that little child For he’s the bravest man alive I’ll salute him on the day © 2002 Victor Stranges/Jeremy Rogers/Andrea Hughes
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Pipsqueak Blues 05:12
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Good evening to you all I’m the man from Alligator Town You see I got both my legs severed Whilst keeping these animals down “Hard to believe,” you say Well, here’s my friend, Ray We make quite a team Packing out ev’ry joint And scaring your children away with elephant screams What are you looking at, kid Do you like what you see I’m not a “big shot” amputee I’ve been breached with a cross writing this book And I’m living with vermin for the sake of a crust But I’m gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America Where the lights are a-glow and the infamous singing Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America Don’t wanna miss the show Steal me a wishbone and break it real slow A basket of fish It’s a feast of rejection The hair on my chin is a-growing each day Brutal laughs from the corridors when my heart is shrinking And I’d drown in my dreams before I could drink them But I’m gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America Where the lights are a-glow and the infamous singing Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America Don’t wanna miss the show Steal me a wishbone and break it real slow Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America Where the lies are a-glow and the infamous singing Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America Don’t wanna miss the boat Send me a rose, I’m heading out to sea © 2002 Victor Stranges/Marc Bobolakis
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Back To The Cupboard 03:22
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Been thinking ‘bout your life Oh, how I wish I could be like you Through the stormy waters of your life Now it seems that You have got to be pulled out of the wreckage And back to your home, oh, isn’t it time I remember you way back when You held yourself together and cast your eyes down You’d like to be the one that’s not on time So you say I’ve just grown up, but isn’t it time Isn’t it time you get back to the Cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the… Here comes all your cheesecake cavalier With open arms and briefcases in their hands They’re singing the real overture of life With not so much as a parachute upon Presentation of themselves You know they must be told but they can’t be told You’d like to tell them You’d like to tell them… Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard Get back to the cupboard © 2002 Victor Stranges
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Pistolero 03:37
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They’re saying that Daddy got caught on the radio When I thought he could be miles away Money under the bed and a stain on the sheets But in the streets, Pappa’s not afraid And Mother’s got her reasons to forget Her mortgaged pledge and a payment for a Brunette girl in his arms, while she’s sweating in the heat When outside it’s forty-one degrees With a tear in her eyes ‘cause she can’t get custody And everyone’s ten cents worth could make for the drudgery Pistolero, don’t talk to me Pistolero, I can see you messing up the family tree Pistolero, don’t talk to me Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs Well, brother Lazaro’s a moron, just-a-hanging on the fence With a two dollar kitchen knife and bravado innocence That’s what you get when you steal from your mother’s purse From hood to heel, but it could be worse Pistolero, don’t talk to me Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs Pistolero, don’t talk to me Pistolero, I can see you think what the family… Needs…you’re just a parody of yourself But you’ve been thinking of Ways of grafting commitment and whim From your children’s skin Roll up, roll up, roll up and let’s get loaded If I was born today, I would have been aborted Fancy meeting Dad in the can like this But I’m too peeved to reminisce Pistolero, don’t talk to me Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs Pistolero, don’t talk to me Pistolero, I can see you think what the family needs What the family needs © 2002 Victor Stranges

about

The post punk movement was the catalyst for an interesting musical direction and drawing from such great writers as Strummer/Jones, Elvis Costello and Ray Davies, Stranges embarked on a journey of thumbing through their songbooks.

He played in several Australian groups including Caravan and more recently, Victor Stranges & The Methinks. Their debut album, "Heading Back To You" (2002), was recorded at Lo Ricco Sound Studios (Melbourne) and features Michael Stranges on bass/guitar (Ripe, Kim Salmon, Morning After Girls), Darren Aquilina on drums (Dada, Klown) and David Milne (Red Ant, Ice Cream Hands, Charles Jenkins & The Zhivagos) on piano/organ/keys.

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released December 1, 2002

Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion – Victor StrangesBass, Electric Guitar – Michael Stranges
Drums, Percussion – Darren Aquilina
Engineer, Mixed By, Mastered By – Marcello Lo Ricco
Photography/Design – Carol-Joy Pirie
Piano, Keyboards – David Milne

All tracks written by Victor Stranges except track 5 (V.Stranges/J. Rogers), track 8 (V.Stranges/J. Rogers/A. Hughes) and track 9 (V.Stranges/M. Bobolakis).

Recorded At – Lo Ricco Sound Studios (Melbourne, Australia)

© 2002 Victor Stranges & The Methinks

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