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Try Whistling This

1998

Last One Standing
Neil Finn

Hand me down my favourite coat
Show what you’re made of, surprise us both
Fly in the night, slow down town
Brake too fast, bring us round, bring us round

And our finest days have come
Summer nights go on so long
So high I might as well be gone

And you are magnificent
I can see you with my eyes closed
You’re the last one standing

Lean and hungry with a fire in your eyes
I’ll play catch up, you can show me where it’s at
I’ll go along with anything that you want to do
Every day I’m making ground
So high I might as well be gone

And you are magnificent
And I can see you with my eyes closed
When you’re walking into my house
I’ll be the last one standing

If you want you can get there
Night vision and I find your white doves
Landing in your treasure towers
And I promise that I won’t look back
Every day I’m making ground
So high I might as well be gone

And you are magnificent
And I can see you with my eyes closed
When you’re walking into my house
I’ll be the last one standing
And you are magnificent
And I can see you with my eyes closed
When you’re walking into my house
I’ll be the last one standing

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Souvenir
Neil Finn

Don’t ask the question
‘Cause uou won’t like the answer
Get up off your chair
There’s nothing for you here
Where the guests like souvenirs
They play with you till you’re all worn out
Back where the guests like souvenirs

Prison colour blue
It’s a uniform of choice
Count yourself lucky
That you don’t write the software
Where the guests like souvenirs
They play with you till you’re all worn out
Back where the guests like photographs
They hope you had a good night

Loosen up your tie
Make the viewers cry
I cannot pretend to cry

Memorise by heart
Every single part
There’s nothing for you here
Where the guests like souvenirs
They play with you till you’re all worn out
Back where the guests like souvenirs
They hope you had a good night

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

King Tide
Neil Finn/Robert Moore

It’s a dark and empty room
The sun beating hard on your door
Feel emotion roar within you
You’re flesh and blood like anyone
Make some sense of your life
Move your hand and make the mark
I don’t know why you’re so confused
You’re flesh and blood, there’s no excuse
And the hunger inside
Won’t go away, it’s starting to rise
And the longer you hide
The more you deny
And the sea rushes in
The wind is howling at your back
The past is always overturned
It’s a dead man who would refuse
And twice the man to fill his shoes
And the hunger inside
Won’t go away it’s starting to rise
And the longer you hide
The more you deny
And the hunger inside
Won’t go away it’s starting to rise
And the sea rushes in
Into my world
I can feel the king tide coming
All my senses overflowing
One man waiting out the back
Horns blow and cymbals crash
So paint a circle in the sky
I am breathless in the arms of love
There’s a bruise on my back
And a new understanding too

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Try Whistling This
Neil Finn/Jim Moginie

Tales from my head
Can’t buy the book
No one’s listening but I guess you could
Try whistling this

You say you’re tired
Liquid as water
But you’ll succumb now as I stroke your back
I’m the best that you know

And every time you think of me
I hope you think of true romance
And every time you want to leave
You give us both another chance

Warmest welcome
Violent stranger
He said come here as he pushed me down
Impossible to do
In high heels walking into walls
Ever wonder if you’re here at all?
Try whistling this

And my words are ringing in you eyes
Drawing your attention now to all the things that you ignore
And if I can’t be near you I would rather be adrift in space
And if the gods desert us now I’ll turn this chapel into flames
And if someone tries to hurt you I would put myself in your place

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

She Will Have Her Way
Neil Finn

I might be old but I’m someone new she said
I’m so sore that I could cry always
In the night lay your tired arms

She will have her way
Somehow I will still believe her

She’s the life I’ve been frightened of seems like
Deathly silence and especially the dark
Feels like I am heavy and my spirit has died

She will have her way
Somehow I will still believe her
She will have her way
One day I will come back

Still no end in sight
Though I travel far and wide
A dying man is doing time
Thinker, soldier terrified

And she will have her way
Somehow I will still believe her
She will have her way
One day I will come back

She will have her way
 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Sinner
Neil Finn/Marius de Vries

See it anyone got my eyes got my face
Sing it everyone got my nose got my blood
Conscience plays upon me now
Safe until my luck runs out
Cuckoos call, pendulum swings
I thought you knew everything
Lift my hands make the cross

Sinner I have never learned
Beginner I cannot return
Forever I must walk this earth
Like some forgotten soldier

Those things I should keep to myself
But I feel somehow strangely compelled
Under moonlight I stood wild and naked
Felt no shame just my spirit awakened

Sinner got my eyes got my face

Fireball drop from the sky
All my dreams have come to pass
Where's my faith is it lost
Can't see it till you cast it off

Sinner there is no such thing
Beginner I have learned to sing
Forever I must walk this earth
Like some forgotten soldier

Today I am still disconnected
To the face that I saw in the clouds
And the closest I get to contentment
Is when all of the barriers come down

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Twisty Bass
Neil Finn

The hangman’s in the noose
The prisoner is loose
The wheel has come around
And the velvet curtain coming down

And I left it there
A suitcase on a chair
I feel my weight
And something tells me

There’s a river underground
In a place where there’s no one to be found

And no one came to see
The oldest show in town
No one came to see
The oldest show in town
No one came to see
The oldest show in town

Santa’s on the cross
Innocence is lost
The music’s in your mind
And the windscreen wipers move in time

And no one came to see
The oldest show in town
No one came to see
The oldest show in town

And the stranger was a ghost
The killer was a priest
Took the first excuse
Made the madness seem cute lipped
On your own you’ll find your own escape
There are many ways to choose
And I don’t know which one you should take

A home is all you want
On the back of a truck driving down the street
It doesn’t seem so much
But it’s all you need to make your life complete

And no one came to see
The oldest show in town
No one came to see
The oldest show in town
No one came to see
The oldest show in town
No one came to see
I lean the slightest bit towards you
White turns into brown, light goes to black
Your eyes danced in my reflection
And the horse ate my trousers

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Loose Tongue
Neil Finn/Jim Moginie

Remember my loose tongue
Forget what I just said
I’d crawl over broken glass
If we could start again
Before our plans were made
When the world was young
The house is falling down
Because of my loose tongue

Shouldn’t say so much
Shouldn’t talk so loud
No sooner on your lips
Than it’s all over town
In all our given days
How many gone to waste
A good man has been hung
Because of my loose tongue

Your skin is changing its hue
Your guard is coming down fast
Looks like someone I knew
Uncovered happiness at last

All the wagging tongues
Too much information
In the future now
Under massive doubt
The papers on the street
Get trampled under feet
And they settled for a princely sum
Goodwill is coming down
And when it rains
Your well is full

He’s only halfway through his life
He’s only used up all his time

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Truth
Neil Finn/Jim Moginie

Remember who we are supple and new
If I lose my way you’d tell me the truth for all its worth
Lifting up your hand show me my rescue
What I said
Truth is worth more than pride
Truth, worth more than pride

Everything you do continues long after you’ve gone
Circle overhead the view from the bed
So high and lonely
Sixteen times a day he comes to ground
To get some attention
It’s what I said
Truth is worth more than pride
Truth, it cannot be denied
Truth is worth more than pride
They have showered me with riches
And they say that I am worthy of their love
And their attention
But they still don’t know the truth

Everything you do continues long after you’ve gone
What I said
Truth is worth more than pride
Truth cannot be denied
Truth is worth more than pride

The view from the bed so high and lonely
So high and lonely
Truth is worth more than pride, hey hey
View from the bed, so high and lonely, so high and lonely

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Astro
Neil Finn

You weightless astronaut
You sunset diving bird
You cool wind set upon the branches of a tree
You holding my attention
You are my first impression
And I can recognize the life that I’ve been given

One day they will discover you
Low cloud moving cross the sky
One day they will uncover you
Young girl wash the sleep out of your eyes

Dust on my piano
Wool rest never sleeping
All your best one-liners borrowed from a film
The thing that gets to me is
How you’re never free and
How the spirit yearns
Your body is a prison

One day they will discover you
Low cloud moving cross the sky
One day they will uncover you…

The thing that gets to me
Is how you’re never free and
How the spirit yearns
Your body is a prison

Bright as her eyes wide in the night
Why can’t you see me?
Come with the wind, time to begin
There’ll be no compromise
When all you want is wrapped around you
As those saints preserve us when we’re dying
To pick us up from where we’re lying

One day they will discover you
One day they will uncover you
Bright as her eyes wide in the night

They will discover you
They will discover you…

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Dream Date
Neil Finn

Remove yourself from the past
Wherever you are you don’t have to stay
Old and wise lion’s eyes
I wish you were here to give me advice

Lightweight, dream date
Fly or fall, it’s my call

In the club, halfway up
Whiskey at five, a weekend retreat
Brave and young, the bells have rung
They’re playing the tune, I’m tapping my feet

Lightweight, dream date
Fly or fall, it’s my call

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Faster Than Light
Neil Finn

Close your eyes go to sleep
Close your eyes get so dizzy
World is spinning in your bed
I know where the sun goes
Gone to wake up the sparrows
In England it’s morning

In time you’ll see that some things
Travel faster than light
In time you’ll recognise
That love is larger than life

Now you know what you’re missing
Now you’ve seen that I’m willing
If you’re looking for the message
Close your eyes
Do you hear what I’m thinking?
Is it how you imagined?

In time you’ll see that some things
Travel faster than light
In time you’ll recognise
That love is larger than life
And praise will come to those whose kindness
Leaves you without debt
And bends the shape of things
That haven’t happened yet

Close your eyes
Colours changing like a lizard
Close your eyes
I know where the sun goes
I have seen the world turning

In time you’ll find that some things
Travel faster than light
In time you’ll recognise that love is larger than life
And praise will come to those whose kindness
Leaves you without debt
And bends the shape of things to come
That haven’t happened yet

 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK

 

Addicted
Neil Finn

Hear the words a jumble try this tongue twister
Kevin has a caterpillar squeezed between his fingers
Hear the mailman come, see what he delivers
And you wait and it makes you feel strange
As if you were afraid
And you lie with a look to the side
And you say I was addicted to the drug
Now I know when I’ve had enough

Could curl up and sleep on the floor
But now I’m riding the train a hundred miles an hour
Feels like this train might never stop

Watching static on the television
When the morning comes
And you wait and it makes you feel strange
As if you were deranged
With a look to the side
And you say I was addicted to the drug
But now I know when I’ve had enough
So far, we’ve come so far
 

Mushroom Publishing Australia
Kobalt Music Publishing
Universal Publishing UK