• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Prairie Wind - Neil Young
• Beware - Randy
• Bir Anda - Mustafa Sandal
• Poor Ned - Redgum
• ...by Your Hand - Autumnia
• ...by Your Hand - Los Campesinos!

Trying to remember what my daddy said
Before too much time took away his head
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
I tried to tell the people but they never heard a word I say
They say there's nothing out there but wheat fields anyway
Just a farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard
Out on the prairie where the winds blow long and hard
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Late at night, lights dancing in the northern sky
Like the Indian spirits trying to show me how to fly
You can see into the future but it may be a mirage
Like a new car sitting there in your old garage
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)
There's a place on the prairie where evil and goodness play
Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what he said
It might be afternoon and it might be the dead of night
But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a hell of a sight
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Prairie wind blowing through my head
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Trying to remember what Daddy said
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Before too much time took away his head
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Prairie wind blowing through my head)
(Trying to remember what Daddy said)

(feat. Fat Mike of NOFX)
Beware of the songs I'm singing
Beware of these words I speak
Beware of the way I'm living my life
Beware of the things I do
Beware of my friends too
Beware of the way I'm spending my time
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk rockers
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be a punk rocker
Just like me
Beware of the friends I keep
Beware of the nights without sleep
Beware of venereal diseases
Beware of the hearing loss
Beware of liver gland cost
Beware of the trays of bread and cheeses
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk rockers
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be a punk rocker
If you don't want your babies to spend their time
with their best friends in the band
If you don't want them to see the world
through a window in a van
If you don't want them to live their dreams
maybe dreams don't matter that much
If you want them to bourgeoisie
like doctors and lawyers and such
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk rockers
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk rockers
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk rockers
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk
If you don't want your babies to grow up to be punk rockers

Unuturum anla biraz
gel bir anda
alisirim derdime ben
en sonunda
Aglayan gözlerin
tuzu yok dilimde
kanayan su yaramin
adi yok bilimde

Eighteen-hundred & 78 was the year I remeber so well
they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol
now I don't know whats right or wrong
but they hung Christ on nails
6 kids at home & 2 still on the breast
they wouldn't even give us bail
( CHORUS:
Poor Ned, you're better off dead
at least you'll get some peace of mind
you're out on the track
they're right on your back
boy they're gonna hang you high )
You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek
so they would understand
that I might be a bushranger
but I'm not a murdering man
I didn't want to shoot Kennedy
or that copper Lonnigan
he alone could have saved his life
by throwing down his gun
CHORUS
You know they took Ned Kelly
& they hung him in the Melbourne gaol
he fought so very bravely
dressed in iron mail
& no man single handed
can hope to break the bars
there's a thousand like Ned Kelly
who'll hoist the flag of stars

In the broken mirrors of eternity
... your eternity
False infinity
... the lie... is your lie
The paralysed reflections of youth are smoldering
... are burning down
It would seem: happiness so beside
... is so near
Pain... in the broken mirrors of eternity
I will never see you.
The cold torments a soul brought sacrifice
... for your... the only one
Hardly were seen the lights of salvation
The hope slowly disappears turning into a pain
... an intolerable pain
... in the broken mirrors of eternity
By your hand
It would seem: happiness so beside
... is so near
In the broken mirrors of eternity

By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178,
spitting cusses at my face reflected in the windscreen pane.
Throwing insults and calling names.
Filthy SMS's that you sent through the day,
by sundown, become tame,
so I set it in motion again.
But fates a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world.
She dresses loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls,
cause we were kissing for hours with her hands in my trousers,
she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house.
But here it comes, this is the crux, she vomits down my rental tux.
I'm not sure if it's love anymore,
but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.
(Chorus)
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
And it's a good night,
For a fist fight,
Because the dew will temper your fall,
You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls.
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool.
It's like I'm snookered between the back cushion and touching the 8 ball.
I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot,
you peel your white gloves off seductively before you re-spot.
Your fingertips leave marks and graze,
I lay you down atop the baize,
I'm not sure if it's love anymore,
but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.
Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.
My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.
By your hand is the only end I foresee, (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)
I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)
By your hand is the only end I foresee, (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)