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The Whitlams - Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 7 - Thankyou (for Loving Me at My Worst)
Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 7
Disc 1
01. These Days
02. Theophilus Thistler ... an Exercise in Vowels
03. What's My Age Again?
04. Weir
05. Exerciser
06. Sexx Laws
07. Sing It Back
08. Every You Every Me
09. Perfect Family
10. Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak
11. Pumping on Your Stereo
12. Nookie
13. Happiness
14. Canned Heat
15. Thankyou (for Loving Me at My Worst)
16. You Shit Me to Tears
17. Animal
18. Guerrilla Radio
Disc 2
01. Deeper Water
02. Hey Boy Hey Girl
03. Bodyrock
04. Learn to Fly
05. Starfuckers, Inc.
06. Ana's Song (Open Fire)
07. Ready 1
08. The Bad Touch
09. Turn Up Your Stereo
10. Don't Call Me Baby
11. Lucky Star
12. Praise You
13. Mutha Fukka on a Motocycle
14. Never Had So Much Fun
15. Electricity
16. Home
17. Turn That Shit Up
18. Second Class Citizen
I shouldn't have driven
You shouldn't have driven - but we got there
Had a good time, so we left the car
And the cabby was from a war-zone
We were glad he was driving us home
I was gladder of some movement
You took it on, you took it on board
I said "Thank you, thank you, for loving me at my worst"
If this isn't love it's very close
Can you hear the world is waking up?
Can we be crazy for a few more years?
Have I got them in me?
Bought myself one of those keyboard axes
Wanted to get out and dance away from the piano
That could have been the beginning of the end
If I wasn't already in the middle
The crowd was confused - and then they cheered
My career it was back on track
I was relieved, full of love for the people
I said "Thank you, each and every one of you,
For loving me at my worst"
If this isn't love it's very close
Can you hear the world is waking up?
Can we be crazy for a few more years?
Have I got them in me?
All you bright and middle-aged things
Attending your sons and daughters
Spare a thought for me out here with the kids
To hell with your bricks and mortar
It's you and me and the Holy Ghost
On the road to dawn heading down the coast
We're better sorry than safe when you count the cost
Mmm sorry than safe when you count the cost
There's a bar out east called Scrum
Only red wine and the finest of cigars
And if we leave now we'll still get in
You can find yourself a young consort
Writers of unpopular fiction are trying to drink more
Than bikies who've all left their beards at the door
You'll drink all the wine and smoke your cigar
And say "Thank you, thank you, for loving me at my worst"
If this isn't love it's very close
Can you hear the world is waking up?
Can we be crazy for a few more years?
Have I got them in me?
Produced and engineered by Daniel Denholm
Mixed by Rob Taylor
Vocal, acoustic piano - Tim Freedman
Telecaster guitar - Jack Housden
Bar-room piano - Chris Abrahams
Backing vocals - Bernie Hayes
Keyboard axe - Matt Lovell
Bass - Martin Craft
Drums - Terepai Richmond
Brass and strings arranged and conducted by Daniel Denholm
Thanks Penny McDowell for the bikie line
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