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All Records Magnetic (Sam Down Under)
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All Records Magnetic (Sam Down Under) Identity theft gone wrong.
highpants guys high pants
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High-pants Guys, Marco, Mario, Pantsanti, Jeffrey, plaid, polyester, black-rim, cheap aftershave, bow tie, alternative
The High-pants Guys are: Mario "Animal" Pantsanti: Vocals, guitar, bass, guitar synth, trombone Marco Pantsanti: Vocals, drums, percussion, guitar Jeffrey Nels: Vocals, keyboards, guitar, bass, trombone
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Other Alternative
Charts
Peak #913
Peak in subgenre #149
Author
words & music by Jeffrey Nels
Rights
2003
Uploaded
January 03, 2004
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:26
Story behind the song
Identity theft gone wrong. Inspired by an actual Aussie - name changed to protect the innocent.
Lyrics
Under pressure, heat coming down And I need me a place where I won’t be found With Mounds of unmarked US bills And these precious stones cut in Israel Now where I wonder, where I wonder To hid under cover? Where I wonder, to hide under cover Till this heat blows over? My mind grows dimmer every day Ring – like a bar bell – I’ve got a way! Memory flashes to a pub Oz land Filled with Untamed birds and one bloke named Sam A traveling waltzer from Adalade Test tube in hand filled with drink, colored jade “Castlemine changed this town with that ‘X’ A VB at dog rock - I’m no better set.” Where’s Sam I wonder, where’s Sam down under I wonder, I wonder? A passport, a ticket, an history magnetic Till this heat blows over Chorus: Thrice around his continent Hardly a place where he ain’t been yet A land so golden, a road so free “There’s no way that I can ever leave.” The more these countries they try high-tec The truer the looks of my forged documents A few crisp Franklins to talented hands And - poof – I’m a man from a far off land Next... 18 packages to FedEx The Hotel Brisbane, an expected guest A passport, a ticket, all records magnetic, Till this heat blows over Chorus: Thrice around his continent Hardly a place where he ain’t been bent With the world above his feet, Say’s “There’s no way I can ever leave” Bridge: Don’t leave a message Don’t send me e-mail Don’t ring my door bell I won’t answer Don’t try a warrant Don’t send a patrol I’ve changed I made it airborne Without suspicion My precious cargo Through next-day shipping Almost there now Sure Sam won’t mind Now he’s two… Immigration just a routine step The passport checks, but the agent’s upset “Sir,we have warrants for your arrest, For taxes unpaid and fines delinquent” Seems Sam has problems, now I have his problems Worth twelve years detention A land so golden, a road so free There’s no way I can ever leave Should have listened to Sam’s advice And stayed far from Surfers Paradise “Schoolies come from all around And think they own the bloody town.” Where’s Sam down under? I wonder, I wonder…
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