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released 13 August 2012

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thewhiskeyarchive Brisbane, Australia

thewhiskeyarchive brings together the vocal, musical and songwriting talents of ukulele songstress Jane Cameron and singer/songwriter Mark Bentley.

The result is a blend of smooth, smokey indie folk with a hint of alt country and a nod to the punk/goth influences of Brisbane's music scene in the '70s and '80s.
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Track Name: the outlaw
the outlaw

bells ring out
and break the silence
his hands still shake
an ebbing violence
no matter how far he roams
he will never find
a place a home

down every street
their eyes hide
and they’ll never meet
‘til fear subsides
he may save them from their sorrow
but for him there is
no tomorrow

the outlaw came to me
his smile a distant memory
his heart so long a stone
begins to melt
like snow

his eyes will never see
the children’s smiles
nor on the dusty earth
the flowers strewn wild
thanks fall like petals on deaf ears
his bed well-watered now
with these strangers’ tears

the outlaw came to me
his tears a memory
his heart wide open now
stars breathed in
stars breathed out

he was my outlaw
Track Name: all the echoes raise ghosts
all the echoes raise ghosts

i saw you walk into the room
i know that i will know you soon
i have your picture on my wall
i’ve seen your tears and i want more

we are the borrowed quiet hate
we know the sorrow silence makes
shed your last tear and hold my hand
on higher ground we can pretend

but i will never be your friend
no, i will never be your friend

i see your shadow at the start
you armed my metal piercing heart
no armoured wall will keep you safe
my goal is set and i can wait

but i will never be your friend
no, i will never be your friend

i search your words
the words to set me free
the blade to cut
to cut and let me breathe
the maelstrom sits
clenched behind my eyes
your heart a bird
in my hands it lies

and i will never be your friend
no, i will never be your friend
i will never be your friend

i saw you walk into the room
i know that i will know you soon
Track Name: losing the night
losing the night

never apologise to me
never explain and never weep
never to late to change your mind

‘cause I’m three kinds of tired
can’t we leave this tonight?

never the same things that i see
it hardly means anything to me
it’s never to late to start again

‘cause i’m drowning inside
and i’m losing this fight

so please can we just get comfortable?

remember the good times not the bad
remember the elegance we had
never too late to try again

‘cause i’m just beyond tired
and we’re losing the night

so please can we just get comfortable?

are we losing the night
and hiding in daylight when it comes
are we losing this fight
just hiding in daylight when it comes
are we losing the night?
when it comes are we losing this fight?
just drowning in the daylight
why must we always lose the night?

something’s dying inside
let’s not do this tonight

can’t we just say we’re tired
let’s not lose us this night

let’s not lose us this night
always losing the night
Track Name: in my town
in my town

old roads wind over ridges
the whispered ghosts of bullock drays
city blocks kiss the river
that tries to sweep them away
two million live and breathe
in this clump of humanity
but chances are good when you compare
each will connect to me

in my town
where the river
runs like a spine
to the sea

it’s a country town masquerading
with its big city lights
and sophistication it’s parading
still it all shuts on a sunday night
the sun streams through wide windows
the rains lash a landlocked beach
and in the shortest of short winters
the winds still feel like they freeze

in my town
where the river
runs like a spine
to the sea

music venues are closing
pushed out by apartment blocks
they want inner city living
but don’t want their corner to rock
and the homeless keep getting shifted
to ease the views of the rich
but the problems that bring them aren’t being lifted
there’s no simple switch

in my town
where the river
runs like a spine
to the sea

disaster strikes in the summer
when rain turns to flood
the city empties of people
and the car parks fill with mud
and when it’s all over
when the river slips away
we clean out and rebuild
watching the memories sluice away

in my town
where the river
runs like a spine
to the sea

it’s a big country town masquerading
with its big city lights
but it all still closes early
on a sunday night
Track Name: black bobs rivulet
black bob’s rivulet

well she ain’t really been here a long time
still it seems so much more than the rest
she calls all the strangers darlin’
she weaves to avoid their distress
more of a come-uppance
be careful what you wish for
in the end it’s the boredom that’s killing her
at least that’s what she’s wishing for
down in black bob’s rivulet

of course she’s been thinking of leaving
wondering how far she’d get
and it wasn’t the kid that was keeping her
more so the fear and the threat
and oh we are almost at home now
out on the A6 to Mein
that crow just flew out of this place now
that crow just got out of this mess
down in black bob’s rivulet

and you can see the ones long gone here
turning to savour the one who lies sleeping

lately she’s come to be thinking
about longer times, shorter ties
lately she’s come to the drinking
whole 24 hours not to mind
that infant, that changeling gone sleeping
never to draw of its breath
out on the A6 to Mein
that crow just got out of this mess
down in black bob’s rivulet

and you can see the ones long gone here
turning to savour the one who lies sleeping
and she can see a long time here
turning to savour the one who lies sleeping
Track Name: now
now

lying in the dark
listening for a light
fan spins fake gusts
mars the still night

a strange place
no strange face
just my suitcase
of old tricks

is it now?

breathing through the dark
thirsting for a light
lead weight of the real
distant to the night

a strange plane
no blanked pane
and in my veins
blood lines lick

is it now?

dreaming in the dark
swimming to a light
swathed in lover’s arms
one with the night

is it now?
is it now?