Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LG , by - The Herd. Release date: 09.02.2003
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LG , by - The Herd. LG | 
| A moment passes as life flows through glasses | 
| And I hear laughter from the long grasses | 
| Babes in baskets and drinking from casks | 
| Now cigarette throats crackle and rasp | 
| Asking questions about my family and folken | 
| A real conversation with no jingles or tokens | 
| The circle is broken it’s split wide open | 
| Now a spliff is lit and the perimeter is floating | 
| Lips that are split become angry and spit | 
| Yo backflipping pollies create a shit pit | 
| Now swags dragged away forms filled in with ink | 
| With bolt cutters drawn they’re snapping the link | 
| The most social of cultures judged anti-social | 
| For living with families out in the open | 
| Whereas we live in boxes preoccupied foxes | 
| Yet nobody stops when an old lady crosses | 
| Hey | 
| The game’s begun | 
| The dice rolled | 
| Now move along | 
| I said hey | 
| The game’s begun | 
| The dice is rolled | 
| Now who has won | 
| As i look into the eyes of these old fellas | 
| As they look up into mine these storytellers | 
| For the richness of culture I get jealous | 
| As we hold up the cup and we drink from the chalice | 
| Legs spread cross-legged again in the park | 
| Hard fed stories inspirational spark | 
| Dragonflies (??) signaling dark | 
| Over my shoulder yes a night patrol car | 
| Mob’s moving song’s soothing path choosing | 
| Perimeter perusing has become a way of prooving | 
| Displacement adjacent to the concrete jungle | 
| But once whispered currawong to warraguls | 
| I can’t help but be a little bit ropeable | 
| Hey | 
| The game’s begun | 
| The dice rolled | 
| Now move along | 
| I said hey | 
| The game’s begun | 
| The dice is rolled | 
| Now who has won | 
| I take flight with my bike and go cruise through the night | 
| When confronted by shadows in an absence of light | 
| My palms are getting sweaty I’m already forgetting | 
| The netting of the bedding when the sun before setting | 
| The shadows unravel telling stories of travel | 
| And long (joyless?) walks across car-parks of gravel | 
| Oval smiles pasted dials worthwhile tales for conversational styles | 
| While all the while our canines hear/hit fences | 
| An imaginary defense against walking a while | 
| I dabble then I dibble when I’m stuck in the middle | 
| Could you buy a vowel to help me solve this riddle | 
| Piddles and skiddles and size mc jiggles (???) | 
| Selectively alert now plays the fiddle | 
| Hey | 
| The game’s begun | 
| The dice rolled | 
| Now move along | 
| I said hey | 
| The game’s begun | 
| The dice is rolled | 
| Now who has won x 2 | 
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|---|---|
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| Market Forces | 2011 | 
| My Sister's Palace | 2011 | 
| Signs of Life | 2011 | 
| Grandma's Song | 2011 | 
| Red Queen Theory | 2011 | 
| Comrade Jesus Christ | 2020 | 
| Unpredictable | 2005 | 
| States Of Transit | 2003 | 
| We Can't Hear You | 2005 | 
| Under Pressure ft. Jane Tyrrell | 2005 | 
| Long Lunch | 2005 | 
| National Holiday | 2005 | 
| The Plunderers | 2003 | 
| Black & Blue | 2008 | 
| Scallops | 2001 | 
| Toorali | 2008 | 
| Emergency | 2008 | 
| Zug Zug | 2008 | 
| Pearl | 2008 |