The Herd - A Thousand Lives lyrics
[The Herd - A Thousand Lives lyrics]
I grew up by the Great Western
Highway on the train line
I used to count carriages of coal
Trains before I heard of
Cannonball and Coltrane
I was playing ball games
I'f go to sleep on Friday night
Praying that it wouldn't rain
Dad built a b ball hoop then flew the coop
While us kids fought like troops
And mum was the truth
I can't believe I threw my
Sister through the front door
I learnt my lesson well before
The triple 0 call
And on the tapedeck by brother had control
Getting schooled by him proper in the cold
Wenty falls, flannelette and skateboard
Foggy wet weekends
Funny hour a four-litre cask
Makes you see friends
Parties at the park and drunk
Tagging state rail
Smoke through empty cans of coke
When all else failed
Wilin' out on muck up day
Turned it into muck up night
Cause school didn't seem to care if
We were fuck ups right
We were blowing off steam, still not even 18
Floating somewhere down stream with
A vague dream if could change an hour
Maybe I'd move a minute
However many lives I've had
I'm only just beginning
I learnt a few things along the way
Try to keep 'em front and
Centre with me every day
All the rest can and will for away
Hold tight who you love and
Let the rest fall away
Don't look back hoping for the same
Cause from where I've come I've changed
(I don't know) how to explain
The hundred lives I've lived
And the thousand more I've craved
In my happy younger days I was a
Blank page in an empty book
I recal l that naive innocence of childhood
Never really was wind, more a quiet one
Grew into a shy teen that
Didn't seem to smile much
Took off for South America at 17
Became a sudaco punk in skinny jeans
There I learned what passion, love
And friendship really means
Came home to a cold, cold world
That I couldn't really feel
I was not the same
Disappeared into a purple haze
Of weed smoke and drum & bass
Couldn't seem to find my place
Then I did at Uni, fighting for causes
We reclaimed streets and
Taunted police forces
Had my heart broken so bad
It left my head swimmin'
Proceeded to take it out on a few good women
Lived fast and reckless trying
To outrun the sorrow
Like there was no tomorrow
But inside still hollow
Then the mic came and saved me
Centre stage became a place to vent my rage
Cyphered and time and went for days
Staved off cynicism with wit and rhythm
A hundred lives and counting
A hundred to be written
Highway on the train line
I used to count carriages of coal
Trains before I heard of
Cannonball and Coltrane
I was playing ball games
I'f go to sleep on Friday night
Praying that it wouldn't rain
Dad built a b ball hoop then flew the coop
While us kids fought like troops
And mum was the truth
I can't believe I threw my
Sister through the front door
I learnt my lesson well before
The triple 0 call
And on the tapedeck by brother had control
Getting schooled by him proper in the cold
Wenty falls, flannelette and skateboard
Foggy wet weekends
Funny hour a four-litre cask
Makes you see friends
Parties at the park and drunk
Tagging state rail
Smoke through empty cans of coke
When all else failed
Wilin' out on muck up day
Turned it into muck up night
Cause school didn't seem to care if
We were fuck ups right
We were blowing off steam, still not even 18
Floating somewhere down stream with
A vague dream if could change an hour
Maybe I'd move a minute
However many lives I've had
I'm only just beginning
I learnt a few things along the way
Try to keep 'em front and
Centre with me every day
All the rest can and will for away
Hold tight who you love and
Let the rest fall away
Don't look back hoping for the same
Cause from where I've come I've changed
(I don't know) how to explain
The hundred lives I've lived
And the thousand more I've craved
In my happy younger days I was a
Blank page in an empty book
I recal l that naive innocence of childhood
Never really was wind, more a quiet one
Grew into a shy teen that
Didn't seem to smile much
Took off for South America at 17
Became a sudaco punk in skinny jeans
There I learned what passion, love
And friendship really means
Came home to a cold, cold world
That I couldn't really feel
I was not the same
Disappeared into a purple haze
Of weed smoke and drum & bass
Couldn't seem to find my place
Then I did at Uni, fighting for causes
We reclaimed streets and
Taunted police forces
Had my heart broken so bad
It left my head swimmin'
Proceeded to take it out on a few good women
Lived fast and reckless trying
To outrun the sorrow
Like there was no tomorrow
But inside still hollow
Then the mic came and saved me
Centre stage became a place to vent my rage
Cyphered and time and went for days
Staved off cynicism with wit and rhythm
A hundred lives and counting
A hundred to be written