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Living
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The 'funky country experiment' paid off as audiences screamed for more. Living In Suburbia is just a taste of the songs and the vibe that The Bite has served up at every show. Then there's the "hard house" version of Waltzing Matilda, thier own versions of Goanna's 'Solid Rock' and Red Hot Chilli Pepper's 'Walkabout'. Add to this another whole swag full of thier own in-your-face funky country songs, and thier typical 4 hour show is complete! |
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Living in Suburbia is the only official album recording of The Bite. Songs recorded for single relaease are Waltzing Matilda and a funkier didgeridoo version of The Bite's own Australian Girl -The Cathy Freeman Song. Some of the funkier, chunkier songs have apparently been recorded at gigs, and as these "bootlegs" are found, they will be made available. |
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The Players
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Vocals & Rhythm Guitars- Richie Robinson & Gary Douglass Lead Guitars - Richie Robinson Extra Vocals - Annette Woolford Saxophones
- Mark Kraus & Mike Stewart
Piano
- Robert Mills & Don Robinson
Keys,
Sequencing, & Arranging - Richie Robinson
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The Songs
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Let It Rain - (C) 1994 Robinson "Papa you're a crazy one" she used to say out loud, "Going
out while storms are blowin 'round" There's
things that I can do - if I wanted to,
It's
alright, let it rain, let it rain,
He
took a ride to see his future wife.
"Papa you're a crazy one" she used to say out loud, "Going
out while storms are blowin 'round" It's alright - Let it rain It's alright - Let it rain
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Pleased To Meet Ya - (C) 1994 Robinson/Douglass Pleased to meet ya, once again, Know the features, let's pretend Been so long, I lost your calling card again
Dinner parties, best of friends School reunions, lost weekends, Catch a memory of the way it was back then.
After all this time, tell me what's your name? After all this time, tell me what's your name?
In the meantime, how you been? Absent minded, absent friends So many people, and all the things we did between
After all this time, tell me what's your name? After all this time, tell me what's your name? Tell me what's your name...
Let's get together, make some time, Won't you call me, use my line You got your life, and I've been happy leading mine
After all this time, tell me what's your name? After all this time, tell me what's your name?
Pleased to meet ya, Pleased to meet ya.
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Fallen Angel - (C) 1994 Robinson / Douglass She comes, like a thief in the night, I swear, she says, I believe it's right But when morning comes, and we carry on, I see the light is coming from inside Like that I found a world That brings us more than this, Can't look through fallen angel's eyes, There's more than this.....
She's gone, with the truth in her sights, Who dares? Don't ask, but does she live a lie? When night time comes, to cover us, I see the light is coming from inside Like that I found a world That brings us more than this, Can't look through fallen angel's eyes, There's more than this..... Ay-oh, ay-oh, Don't believe a word, Can't look through fallen angel's eyes, There's more than this.....
Don't believe a word they say, No need to sacrifice, You can throw it all away, You got to make it up, You want to live it up, And find your paradise.
When nightime comes to cover us, We see the thief and all our doubts, I know the light is coming from inside............
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Money - (C) 1994 Robinson Hangin' out and waitin' for Friday Never gonna make it alive Gettin' up and workin' from Monday Always at the back of my mind Punchin' in the clock on a payday Find me at the front of the line Wishin' that the money were comin' you know For the sweat I do instead of the time
All I want is just a little money, Count it up and say that it's all mine, Only more money Gives me satisfaction every time.
Since I was a sweet little baby Been thinkin' 'bout it every day Lookin' for the pleasures of money Hopin' theyd be comin' to me Even if I wanted a dollar I was beggin' mama down on my knees Only got to makin' me wonder you know Why she ever bothered teachin' me please
I never complicated the issue The qualities in my life are free But workin' every day for a dollar Means everything is harder to see Crazy if I call it a livin' 'Cause livin' aint what I wanna do When I'm workin' every day for a dollar Aand I never ever get to livin' with you.
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Mend Your Broken Heart - (C) 1993 Robinson You're such a fool - you wanna cry You never seem to wonder why You bring it all undone When it hurts - it never shows It's like a dream - but you don't know You're not the only one
Look at the art of survival It's all up to you When you gonna start There's no love on arrival It's the thinking you do You gotta mend - mend your broken heart
Another day - you wanna scream You never smile it only seems That it goes on and on They make you sweat - they make you turn The memories you gotta burn Whatever's done is done
This is the law of the jungle There's nowhere to run When you gonna start You're makin' this trouble With the things that you do You gotta mend - mend your broken heart.
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Rose Coloured Glasses - (C) 1993 Robinson
I got these glasses, with an odd kind of view, They make me happy, when I'm looking at you. They make the place all cosy, make me sweat, They make you look all rosy, now I'm getting closer Won't you give me a kiss..
I got my rose coloured glasses, they keep me looking at you. Rose coloured glasses, they keep me tied up and true. It's a strange kind of spectacle that keeps me feeling special With my rose coloured glasses, rose coloured glasses and you.
I hear you laughing, when I ask you to stay, I feel you touch me, when you push me away, I know you're thinking about me when you're shaking, I know you're lost without me, that's why you never make it over Give me a kiss....
(It's a strange kind of principle that keeps me feeling simple)
I clean them, I rub them, I'll only ever love them, I'm staying right behind them, I just can't resist They see you, they show you, they help me get to know you, Now I'm getting closer won't you give me a kiss...
(It's a strange kind of spectacle that keeps me feeling special)
It must be madness, the things that I get to see, A heart of sadness, when you're looking at me Now I'm getting over that special you, I took a look in the mirror to see that I'm special too So give me a kiss....
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Living In Suburbia - (C) 1993 Robinson She
takes her purse out - lays her lipstick on the lot He
takes his freedom, sometimes he just won't get home
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Fool's Paradise - (C) 1994 Robinson / Douglass I don't envy you, Wouldn't be there if I could, Wouldn't do it if I should, No I don't envy you.
I don't need a thing, But my freedom and my life, Never want to be with you, In a fool's paradise.
My eyes are open now These roads I travel down, They take me home, They don't lead to your fool's paradise..
I don't want your way, Want to do it like I do, Every moment,every day, No I don't envy you.
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Australian Girl (The Cathy Freeman Song) - (C) 1994 Robinson / Douglass
Giant strides Like a thousand times before across the line She knows no ordinary state of mind All she needs All she craves Is the pleasure of the moment And the beauty of the game
She breathes a new emotion Untamed and bound to change the world No lies, no false devotion She is an all Australian girl
Unified Beneath a hot Victorian summer sky A flag for every nation set to fly Here and now Ah she can With a future and a vision In her heart and in her hands
She breathes a new emotion Untamed and bound to change the world No lies, no false devotion She is an all Australian girl
All Australian, all Australian.
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Talk About It - (C) 1994 Robinson Watch this space and take your time, to get a Non stop pace and work your ryme together. Lay it down, and hold on tight, no matter What you say, it's all inside the rhythm. Make no space, no breathing time, settle it now, Make it a vow, fiddle a little bit till you break it down, Close your eyes to things that blind you, let it Take you to the limit when you feel it coming over you,
Talk, Say it how you feel about it now, Show it up and let it all out loud, This is how you work it out, And how you get it right.
Watch my face and meet my eyes, and every Word you say will bring our minds together Speak to me, your soul confidant, as a Tongue will warm with lips dividing, when you Touch me with your deep inside, bringing it up Giving it up, living a little bit as you open it up Close your eyes and feel inside you, 'Til you're breathing t' the rhythm an you're giving what's inside o' you.........Talk.............
Sweet mistakes and healing time, They want a word that breaks the stealing silence over Planted thoughts and buried minds, They live an ache for freedom and survival, , when you Touch me with your deep inside, bringing it up Giving it up, living a little bit as you open it up Close your eyes and feel inside you, 'Til you're breathing t' the rhythm an you're giving what's inside o' you.........Talk.............
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I Just Cant Help Myself - (C) 1994 Robinson Is it any wonder - I can't help my Selfish for another - piece of your pie Tongue is moving under - and I roll my Eyes are looking over - over your slice
Thinkin' 'bout the weather - to get my mind off Going for another - but it's the last slice Now it's worse than ever - I can't wait to Get on up and do it again
''Oh no'', she says, ''I just can't'' - ''Oh no'', ''I just can't'' ''Oh no'', she says, I just can't help myself - just can't help myself .
Back into the kitchen - to see my eyes light Up you turn the fire - cookin' your pie Lookin' like a picture - I can't wait to Get on up and do it again
Back into the kitchen - to see my eyes light Up you turn the fire and I just can't help myself
''Oh no'', she says, ''I just can't'' - ''Oh no'', ''I just can't'' ''Oh
no'', she says, ''Oh no,
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Wings - (C) 1993 Robinson It was a wet November morning, And our train was slowly drawing out of Alice Springs . Could not have left an hour too soon, It was raining like the darkest June I'd ever seen. Then only 'cause we had to pray, The track behind us washed away, but we made it through I couldn't tell at that tender age That more than just another page in life was due. Mmm
My sister was a baby, And I thought that somehow maybe we be back again, I could hardly see out through the rain, And I had to learn to face the pain of leaving friends. I was just an outback boy, And I loved the way we made our toys from simple things, My backyard was scrub and hills, And I saw myself like Bourke or Wills, but I had wings.
My father's job was in the sky, He said that he'd teach me to fly when I'm old enough, Sometimes he'd let me take control, I was only nine years old, but I knew my stuff. But all those things began to fade When we moved down to Adelaide with family ties, More than disappointed then, I had to learn it all again, through different eyes.
I never even thought it strange When everything began to change, it went so slow My father looked out distantly, Couldn't tell if it was him or me, I just don't know But it turned out that our beliefs Meant one of us just had to leave for sanity, And so I lived with Grandpapa, He taught piano and guitar, and believed in me
You can never see what's coming on, Until it's been, and then it's gone, and it's too late, But I wish I'd seen the danger, Of feeling like a stranger on his final day. So at fourteen I hit the road, I felt alone, I guess it showed, but I had it all, Sleeping nights with my guitar, Busking in the coffee bars and city malls.
Now I can't explain the feeling When late at night I'm wheeling down some dotted line, But my baby sister's married now, And I got a girl that knows somehow that I'll be fine As for learning flying dad, I guess the years don't seem so bad, now it's coming true, I know I can't have your wings, But I can fly on these six strings to be with you.
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LINKS & SITE MAP Audio Lab Productions Australia
Richie Robinson.com Guitar Lessons & Music Tutorials
Richie Robinsons' Jazz Kats
Farkaster.com |
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