Biography:
The Jackson Code are an Australian rock band featuring Mark Snarski, brother of Rob Snarski, who fronts The Blackeyed Susans.
They were formed in 1989, following the breakup of the Snarksi brothers earlier band, Chad’s Tree. Their music is a mixture of rock, pop and folk.
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Kerosene - The Jackson Code
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A message over telephone wires of great urgency,
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Rolling along like ball lightning so furiously.
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Safety first they keep calling
D A
Oh, you know they're going to have to do some praying
A D A
They called him blue trouble since he was born,
A D A
The signs were up, boy, you'd better be warned,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
A D A
Kerosene, kerosene,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
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Ice melts straight away in the palm of his hand
D A
He feels no cold, no sun, he's only ever belonged to one.
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He's walked through valleys where trees no longer grow
A D A
Where the land is parched and it crackles as he walks along.
A D A
They called him blue trouble since he was born,
A D A
The signs were up, boy, you'd better be warned,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
A D A
Kerosene, kerosene,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
Kerosene - The Jackson Code
A
A message over telephone wires of great urgency,
D A
Rolling along like ball lightning so furiously.
A
Safety first they keep calling
D A
Oh, you know they're going to have to do some praying
A D A
They called him blue trouble since he was born,
A D A
The signs were up, boy, you'd better be warned,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
A D A
Kerosene, kerosene,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
A
Ice melts straight away in the palm of his hand
D A
He feels no cold, no sun, he's only ever belonged to one.
A
He's walked through valleys where trees no longer grow
A D A
Where the land is parched and it crackles as he walks along.
A D A
They called him blue trouble since he was born,
A D A
The signs were up, boy, you'd better be warned,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
A D A
Kerosene, kerosene,
A G D A
But to you his blue trouble it's as warm as kerosene.
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