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Oil & Water

by David Ricciuti

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Oil & Water 04:09
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OIL AND WATER-David Ricciuti A fever’s been emerging That's swept across the land It's threatens our existence And the freedoms that we have It ain't no wildfire No drought nor flooding rain It's Pigeonholing bleaters Of the new PC brigade (Chorus) Just like oil and water Political correctness And truths don't mix The only true description of Political correct Is that it’s entirely possible To hold a piece of shit by the clean end Then grin and turn the other cheek (Chorus) Just like oil and water Political correctness And truths don't mix (Solo) You tell me not to speak my mind You tell me not to think Because we don't agree You brand with words that end with ist We live in a democracy Or so they try to say As long as we ignore the facts Pretend that night is day (Chorus) Just like oil and water Political correctness And truths don't mix A good man is a good man And a fool is just a fool No race creed or religion Are exceptions to the rule Respect cannot be handed out It can't be bought or sold It’s not a badge that you can pin Upon your empty soul (Chorus) x 2 Just like oil and water Political correctness And truths don't mix
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Freedom Road 04:38
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FREEDOM ROAD- D. Ricciuti/D. Walker There’s a sign on the highway There’s a fork in the road A lifetime of lessons learnt Means nothing it shows Armchair doctor experts, making all the rules Selling us their theories while they’re taking us for fools And there’s nowhere left to hide CHORUS On that Freedom Road Don’t tell me what to think, don’t tell me how to live On that freedom road Get your hand out of my pocket I’ve got no more to give I’ve got no more to give There’s a Cop in the distance Behind a big big box tree There’s a crime being committed somewhere But the radar gun’s on me Quiet quota afternoon, I’m doing 105 Like a fat kid on a seasaw, all tilted to one side And there’s nowhere left to hide No one’s putting up a fight CHORUS On that Freedom Road Don’t tell me what to think, don’t tell me how to live On that freedom road Get your hand out of my pocket I’ve got no more to give I’ve got no more to give SOLO There’s a kid with a clipboard He’s just out of school Tells me that I’m doing wrong Something he could never do The writing in a text book aint no substitute for life The rules and regulations, they’re just dumbing down our minds And there’s nowhere left to hide No one’s putting up a fight They’re all waiting round to die CHORUS On that Freedom Road Don’t tell me what to think, don’t tell me how to live On that freedom road Get your hand out of my pocket I’ve got no more to give I’ve got no more to give
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Midnight in Muskoka 03:57
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Midnight in Muskoka - D Ricciuti/D Walker (CHORUS) It’s midnight in Muskoka Nine o’clock here in LA 20 hours since leaving Melbourne See you tomorrow yesterday Sitting in this Soul-less bar, Waiting for the boarding call People rushing by me, laughing and they’re crying They got stories of their own Cause They’ve all left someone behind So they might know how I feel But they haven’t left someone like you, been through all that we’ve been through The distance and the tears CHORUS: It seems a lifetime since I’ve seen you Since we said our last goodbyes Four hours in the air and two more in the car And I’ll be by your side And the waiting’s always got to me You know I’m always on the move But I gladly put my life on hold, face the fears and brave the cold If it gets me back to you CHORUS: SOLO: CHORUS: Refrain
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Tequila & Whiskey 03:40
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TEQUILA & WHISKEY-D Ricciuti / D Walker Tequila and whiskey will be the death of me Tequila and whiskey, never set me free Cost me my house my home, my wife she’s gone Aint got no license, no chance of driving My liver is shot, my health is not what it used to be (CHORUS) But I keep running back to you Cos you’re the only thing that makes sense to me Tequila and whiskey cures my blues (SOLO) Used to go from four, then pushed back more, to the early start Then a liquid lunch and a bottle at night, to keep the dark away from me Then I lost my job and I ended up on the welfare line, didn’t get me dry Couldn’t pay my bills, then the landlord he’d had enough of me (CHORUS) But I keep running back to you Cos you’re the only thing that makes sense to me Tequila and whiskey cures my blues (SOLO) Then I found some friends who shared my ends, and we drank together in all the weather Till one by one they came undone and fell away Till late one night when the cold wind bites, I drank my last and said goodnight My body gone, my soul alone in a pauper’s grave (CHORUS) But I keep running back to you Cos you’re the only thing that makes sense to me Tequila and whiskey cures my blues Tequila and whiskey cures my blues (OUT)
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Ballad of Lumpy Dean 04:44
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THE BALLAD OF LUMPY DEAM- D Ricciuti/D Walker Just a kid from Middlesex, a servant for a man With influence and property to spare Young William picked his pocket, fished out 20 quid Old Bailey and the judge’s icy stare Sentenced to be hanged by the neck until he died In the 35th year of King George Commuted to a prison hulk, four years in Langston Harbour Then banished to the brutal fatal shore CHORUS 300 men sailed the Hellship to Australia 95 were laid to rest at sea 7 months of sickness on the fever ridden Hillsborough 1 man made history Thunderstorm was brewing as they sailed into the harbour Young William Dean was more dead than alive The Governor made mention of their miserable conditions And wondered how any could survive He set sail once again down the Parramatta river His life assigned to a preacher man The Reverend Samual Marsden, the fearsome flogging Parson Built his legacy with the convict hands CHORUS 300 men sailed the Hellship to Australia 95 were laid to rest at sea 7 months of sickness on the fever ridden Hillsborough 1 man made history William kept his nose clean and got emancipated Got some land and a brand new life Female convicts in the street, he dropped a hanky at her feet And Elizabeth became his loyal wife He grew in girth and power and every waking hour The Eastern Creek was flowing through his mind The farming and the toil, the riches and the spoils The equal of the men he once defied CHORUS 300 men sailed the Hellship to Australia 95 were laid to rest at sea 7 months of sickness on the fever ridden Hillsborough 1 man made history Trouble on the left of him, riches to the right He built a pub upon the Western road Bush Inn business booming with a Blacksmith out the back Lumpy Dean reaped all that he sowed They say you judge a man by what he leaves behind History becomes a blushing bride A suburb and a Primary School both bearers of his name Eight children spread descendants far and wide A giant of a man, a legend of his time No bushel could his light ever hide A big chair took the weight of all he did create And a giant whisky glass by his side CHORUS 300 men sailed the Hellship to Australia 95 were laid to rest at sea 7 months of sickness on the fever ridden Hillsborough 1 man made history 1 man made history
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An Old Bloke Like Me 04:03
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OLD BLOKE LIKE ME-David Ricciuti /Dave Walker The old man sat down at the bar of the pub He took off his hat and said how are you son? We sat there for hours, a few beers and a chat We talked of the world and of where we are at He said the experts all tell us it won’t rain again The climate is changing and it’s all due to man They say they’ve done studies, no use building dams Instead we’ll spend billions on a big Desal plant. CHORUS I told you before and I’ll tell you again It’s gone around once, it’ll come ‘round again Do what you can and see what you see Nobody listens to an old bloke like me The Government spruiks that the world’s heating up A new carbon tax, that should make it all stop While buried in landfill good products are dumped Designed not to fix it’s disposable junk I tell the young folk not to build on a slab When you live by a river or a creek on the flat They say I’m old fashioned those days are long gone There’s been droughts and floods long before they were born CHORUS They say my old Holden should be off the road A big carbon footprint, a hybrid’s the go I could run my old Holden for 50 more years And create less emissions than to build a new Prius. He laid down his glass and he put on his hat He said thank you young fella for having this chat I’m not educated but I know wrong from right I got what I know from the hard knocks of life CHORUS
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Thunder & Lightning 03:29
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THUNDER AND LIGHTNING- D.Ricciuti / D. Walker The lights on the hill are blinding me still Every time I hear your song Gears shifting down as I roll into town Hear the Jakes ring in my ears In the front row I still see your show With the Travelling Country Band Fresh in my mind miles behind As the rain comes tumbling down (CHORUS) Thunder and lightning carried the band Down the highways and the years Telling the stories, sharing the load From the dreaming to the town The pub with no beer was always a fear When the lights and cheers went down Thousands of miles, thousands of smiles As the wipers beat in time. (CHORUS) (SOLO) I’m makin a mile, you’re right there behind, All the places that I’ve been I marry your words to the landscape that’s blurred Through the mirrors in my mind (CHORUS)
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Livin' The Dream 03:58
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LIVIN’ THE DREAM-David Ricciuti Bumma’s in the backyard Cuttin’ up his cars Trying to make a Cummins fit With a hammer and crowbar I ask him how he’s travelling His hands fly in the air He say’s take a look around you son There’s absurdness everywhere PRE CHORUS We’ve got the airport to the southwest and the Shit farm to the east Speedway track’s just down the road And the wind knocks me off of my feet CHORUS We’re livin’ the dream We’re livin’ the dream We’re all livin’ in paradise brother We’re livin’ the dream Peanut’s in his garden shed Makin stainless bolts Rantin’ how the world’s gone mad Of course none of it’s his fault He don’t get how his brilliance Is so misunderstood As he loads his one foot fireplace Up with two foot lengths of wood PRE CHORUS CHORUS SOLO Blacky’s in the the hospital To get his elbow fixed Discussing with the nursing staff The procedure and the risks The doctor points with laughter To Blacky’s disbelief His gown was back to front in haste He was wearing his Ex-Wife’s briefs PRE CHORUS CHORUS x 2
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When the Time Comes 03:51
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WHEN THE TIME COMES- D Ricciuti/D Walker Plasma screens and limousines, manufactured style Business lunches, number crunches, artificial smiles Obsessed with your importance, blinded by the hype Champagne on a beer budget, living true to type PRE CHORUS Keep up with Jones’s, no matter what the price All the riches in the world are right before your eyes CHORUS When the time comes to leave this world someday The only thing you get to keep is what you gave away Your credit card won’t buy your youth again Cause all you own is your story in the end Burning midnight oil again you’re dead on your feet Kid’s school pantomime but you got deadlines to meet Out the door at daybreak, never home till daylight ends Just so you can pay for one more wheel nut on your Benz CHORUS The best things in life aren’t things They can change in the blink of an eye Wife has gone the kids have grown You’re a hero in the boardroom but a stranger in your home PRE CHORUS CHORUS
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142,345 03:09
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142-345- D. Ricciuti/D. Walker Fridy night the working week is done Time to hit the pub and have some fun Pour another pot ‘cos that one didn’t touch the sides And keep ‘em coming Fred until it’s stumps CHORUS And it’s 1 for 2 3 for 5 Tickets in the meat tray on a Friday night 5 6 7 8 9 10 Get up in the morning and we Do it all again Young blokes skolling pots and jumping round Khe Sanh on the jukebox way up loud Old blokes sippin’ seven’s at the bar all their heads While laughing at their trousers falling down CHORUS SOLO CHORUS Willy’s slicked back hair is looking smooth His tattooed foot is tapping to the groove Seven lucky numbers in the Lotto Satdy night He’ll park that truck, the White Dog’s where he’ll move CHORUS X2
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Running From Myself 03:24
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RUNNING FROM MYSELF- D Ricciuti/D Walker The walls are closing in on me, the cold is blowing through There’s ninety six five minutes and I’ve given none to you This battle ready soldier has now run out of fight Time is up, it’s time to go, it’s time to say goodbye (CHORUS) The winds of change are shifting, and I’m standing with no shelter Searching for the goal posts, but they’ve all disappeared I’m running from the pressure, running from the weather When the fog has lifted, I’m running from myself When I think of all the years that passed and how the times have changed We used to make a living out of hard work and small change Life is wishful drinking and the bottle is my friend Failing’s not as frightening as living with regret (CHORUS) (SOLO) So I close the door behind me and I throw away the key And I sink to a new high and I learn how to be Head up to the river where the sun burns off the time And the cold, the wet, the misery I leave it all behind (CHORUS)
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One More Song 03:18
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ONE MORE SONG-D Ricciuti/R Ricciuti CHORUS (Acapella) Singing one more song tomorrow’s a new day Sharing laughs and bearing smiles, memories to make We’ve always been rich though the dollars have been few Home is where the heart is and my heart is here with you Sitting on the riverbank, playing my guitar All I’ve got to think about is counting up the stars The campfire coals are glowing, dinner’s in the pot At Lower Moira party hut, the good times never stop CHORUS Waylon, Willie, Johnny Cash are with us every night There’s always lots of drinking, but you’ll never see a fight Playing till the early hours until the songs run out Or Rolly’s passed out on the couch, and there’s no one left to shout CHORUS We get up in the morning and think about the day Gotta make a big decision, Murray Cod or Cray I can’t make my mind up, the stress is getting me So I think I’ll just go crack a can and then we’ll wait and see CHORUS

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released July 1, 2016

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David Ricciuti VIC, Australia

With a voice like warm caramel, David is almost the reluctant frontman, a gifted singer/songwriter whose talent demands he play. His debut solo album showcases the talents, the experiences & the stories he’s picked up along the way. It has been lovingly crafted from the ground up to be what it is -great country music with intelligent lyrics - sometimes sad, sometimes funny and always observational ... more

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