Flood - The Flood

Felt Like Mine

Nobody On My Side

You Might Be There

Sweet Killer

Wayside

Paul Kelly's Blues

Queensland

House On The Hill

Bound To Fall

No Highway

...The bald, smiling one leaned back and took a fine banjo out of a case. He gently brushed the strings, and brass and polished wood and chrome caught the light from the fire. Tears slowly ran down his face and mixed with the rain and the banjo slowly clanked out the deep rolling sadness of the world. Each man around that fire knew why he was there. He had read the legends and knew that he could be consumed by the muse. These men had played for a long time.Light pushed out into the darkness as a door opened in the barn behind them. A sixth man stood there in silhouette and yelled from under the dripping eaves. "I've cleaned the heads"The dark one at the fire got to his feet and murmured to the others. "Let's cut it."
Excerpt taken from Broderick Smith's liner notes

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