• The Whitlams
• Mudhoney
• Radio Dept
• Kenny Chesney
• H2O
• Dice Raw

My sweet thing is pretending
Does a fine line in deception
What night did she fall
Or does it mean more
To know what I did the night before
There's nothing I can do
No way that I can hurt myself
My sweet thing reveals nothing
Does a fine line in deception
My sweet thing is pretending
Caught her on the phone last night
There's nothing I can do
No way that I can hurt myself
There's nothing I can say
And I'll be going out tonight
It's 1995
You can talk to beggars to feel alright
You got a hundred dollar bill to spend tonight
Her husband's in Florida looking for life
While a drunk Australian's in bed with his wife
You're allergic to cats, you better crash out
Here's an American sleeping pill in your mouth
Words & Music: Tim Freedman, Stevie Plunder, Andy Lewis
Tim Freedman: vocals, backing vocals, piano
Stevie Plunder: guitar
Andy Lewis: bass
Stuart Eadie: drums
Ronald S Peno: backing vocals
Stevie Wishart: hurdy gurdy
Ben Fink: additional guitars

Well, it's 1995, my friend
Now we're closing in on the end
Another year for you and me
Time to recognize what you see
What you looking at
What you looking at
What are you looking at?
What are you looking at?
It's 1995 all right
They say I'm lucky to be alive
Yeah, me and everybody else
Along with you and everybody else
What you looking at
What you looking at
What the fuck are you looking at?
What are you looking at?

1995 is missing buses
It's walking fifteen miles to see your love
It's knowing you're alive through all the fuzz
It's never coming down from going up
1995 is cutting classes
It's sitting over coffees talking indie treats
It's the mere sensation of being the first one that you
When morning opens up the skies
You see me when daylight opens up your eyes
And though I'm happier now I always long somehow
Back to 1995
All my friends have different plans to make their lives
worth while
Some for the better
Some for worse
Some have gone to different cities searching every mile
For missing pieces that will make a whole
1995 seems like a long way to go
If you ever were to find your way back home
But the only thing I really miss is being the first one
that you see
When morning opens up the skies

(Billy F. Gibbons/Dusty Hill/Frank Beard)
from "Sharp Dressed Men - A Tribute to ZZ Top"
I been up, I been down.
Take my word, my way around
I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush
I been bad, I been good,
Dallas, Texas; Hollywood
I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush
Take me back way back home,
Not by myself, not alone
I ain't askin' for much
I said, Lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush

So Fresh, So Green
Back then there was a scene
That's when the music meant the most to me!
First tour we want more, be careful what you wish for
If you were there then you know what I mean
This is the only life I want to live in 1995!
I'm not coming home there's nothing there for me.
Time flies, it goes by and then you realize
I'm not coming home, this is where I want to be
First song, first show and then before you know
We're on our way to Tokyo
Our family tree, it was just you and me
With a whooaa it came to be.
This is the only life I want to live in 1995!
I'm not coming home there's nothing there for me.
Time flies, it goes by and then you realize

1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
I really miss about black in the day
Had too much you know what they say
Been in the past that’s where you stay
thinking about first time stepping on stage
kick my little rash back when I was so grey
welcome to the crowd nowadays feel strange
walking on stage they don’t recognize my face
after the show standing in front of the place
they come up to me and say what’s your name ?
You're working on something coming up or anything
I will say: yeah but I don’t really know
thou spending every weekend in the studio
comming up with songs, they ask me what’s wrong
shit sounds hot, I tell them hip hop
I think about all the grace that came and die
still stuck in the year,
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 1995 1995 1995
I used to hop on the train
Listening to Wu-Tang,light up Els in the stairwell with the butain
I am so different now I guess things do change
My old friends see me they be like you strange
My mother hay a problem with how I do things
Plan too many games with all my new flames
But I can’t stick around when it gets to plain
Oh baby just gotta go
I remember Brandy : The Boy Is Mine
I remember Monica at the same time
I remember rocking in St. Andrew's hall
different place every night yeah used to have a ball
It was just something 1995, close friends that died back then where still
alive
It was just the vibe, source, the vibe
even the red pages seemed so outdated
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive
1995 was a wonderful time to be alive