January 19, 2026
Flake (1974, Australia) 1 song
Flake "Breadalbane"
(lyrics self-transcribed)
* From album: "Scotch On The Rocks" (EP)
Going to tell me, tell me
With only ninety miles to go, to go
Have to be there by ten o'clock
To start our rock 'n' roll show, show
Things are getting faster, faster
Faster all the time, the time
Only got fifty miles to go
I just hope we can make it on time
Things are getting dirtier, dirtier
Dirtier than they seem, they seem
Only got there ten minutes late
Now they're trying to pull the scene, the scene
Ain't no sense in crying, crying
Things just ain't that bad, that bad
Only trying to get this right
And I know it ain't that sad
Music's getting louder, louder
Louder than before, before
Every time we try to make it
It just seems to be a wrong, be a wrong
Ain't no sense in lying, in lying
Things are getting good, good
We're just trying to get it on
And I know that's how it should, should
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