Blue Flame (Bonus Track)

Don Walker

Love burns like a blue flame
A blue flame, a blue flame
Love burns like a blue flame
How can I be free

Love burns like a blue flame
Through the night, your name
Still burns like a blue flame
How can I be free

How can I be free
Wandering alone
All night long the way I do
Wherever you are tonight
How can I make you see
The torch I’m carrying for you
Still burns

(Love burns, still burns,
still burns like a blue flame…)

How can I be free
When everywhere I go
The word is you have been untrue
How can I be free
When everybody knows
The torch I’m carrying for you
Still burns

(Love burns, still burns
still burns like a blue flame…)

Romantic Lies (Bonus Track)

Don Walker

Who cares if it’s true
When I say
In the temple of my heart, a candle burns for you
That turns my night into day

Romantic lies
Like wine
Like a midnight line
Make a girl go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Who cares if I swear
That my love for you
Is so much more than a wild affair
For a weekend or two

Romantic lies
Like wine
Like a diamond mine
Make a girl go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Romantic lies are
As easy as breathing
Cool as believing
That each kiss has a fairytale ending
Just close your eyes

Romantic lies
They say
Like a holiday
Make the world go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Lost

Don Walker / Wes Carr

Wired but alive
At the break of the day
As the last few survivors
Fall away, fall away

And I get a little lost sometimes
A little lost sometimes
In the night

I get a little lost sometimes
A little bit lost sometimes
That’s alright

Time is a tease
All those feathers and fans
And unfinished symphonies
And you
With your broken plans
And your day’s demands

And I get a little lost sometimes…

Outside, sirens, join and fade
Wired but alive
We got it made
We got it made

And I get a little lost sometimes…

Bus Station

Don Walker

Hey you with the head on
Yeah, I mean you
When the owner bombs this place
Watcha gonna do
I got one eye on the minute hand
One eye on a girl
One eye is a rubberband
Gonna flick away this world

Bus station
Lotta time to kill
Lotta miles
Lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Hey you in the uniform
Yeah, I mean you
When the revolution comes
Watcha gonna do
Fat girl with a travel rug
She’s got a chiko roll
Fat girl with a travel rug
I’m gonna lose control

Bus station
Lotta time to kill
Lotta miles
Lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Like a big cat in a little cage
A king in a cell
Its too bad, a man my age
To know this place too well

Like a dead man on the underground
On a long weekend
Things keep goin’ round and round
And I’ll be back again

Bus station

Get Lucky

Phil Small

I’ve walked the highway as a sinner
It’s just a lonely road from hell
And my shoes are wearin’ thinner
As far as I can tell
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky

Some say that time can heal your soul
That won’t help me find my goal
Though my heart may skip a beat
I ain’t slow on my two feet
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky

I wanna believe
There’ll come a point in time
I’ll face all my demons
That tempt all mankind
Find absolution
Before it’s too late
To break these chains
Start a clean slate

The good book says the flesh is weak
Please believe me if you can
It’s attention I seek
And I am but a man
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky

You know I’m not the one to give up
My hour glass is losing sand
Can you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky….
Can you show me what love is
Do you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky….
Come show me what love is
Why won’t you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky
Yeah lucky
Whoa lucky

Mexican Wedding

Don Walker / Phil Small / Ian Moss

It was never ever easy
Going inside her mind
Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain

It was never ever easy
Looking deep in her eyes
There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again

Gay pistoleros
Drinking and fighting
Playing guitars
And pissing all over the lawn

Lusty senoras
Kicking and biting
Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn

It was never ever easy
I used to crawl out of bed
Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head

It was never ever easy
You can take it from me
That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be

Lonely conchitas
Slamming tequilas
Fat federales smoking and scratching their balls

Black-eyed bandidos
Firing their pistols
Singing yi yi yi yi yi for no reason at all

It was never ever easy
It used to fill me with dread
Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head

Shoot The Moon

Ian Moss / Matt Scullion

We’ve been dancing around this feeling
Tip tiptoeing around that word
It’s so easy to say but God dammit
Nobody wanna say it first
Nobody wanna say it first

How high is the moon tonight
It ain’t too high to shoot
You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running
Right here on the end of my boot
Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt
So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you ’til I make you tilt
Shake you ’til I make you tilt

Don’t you think it’s time
I know what’s on your mind
Way down south we can get a little liquor
Way down south where the air gets thicker
Come on baby now
Here’s the kicker
Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger

Cock the hammer and hammer the lock
You’re looking pretty cute
In your little white frock with your
All night boots ridin’ up your thighs
What you got in your clip
Can only fantasise
Spin that chamber and fire
An’ hope to fuck I get out alive

Don’t you think it’s time
You know what’s on my mind
Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin’ bigger
Down that rye, suck on that jigger
Eye to eye, together I figure
Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it
Pull the trigger

The Toast of Paris

Don Walker

We both know you’ll be leaving soon, flying for a day
Following a heart already gone
I can hear your conversation turning inward and away
We both know when it happens you’ll be flying out alone

I’ll watch you disappear like a stone into the blue
Take the loss and never let it show
You think your destination is waiting just for you
But you don’t know yet how much further you’ll need to go

Chorus

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris
No matter what they told ya
No matter what they told ya
It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris
I know that won’t hold you here
I know that won’t hold you

I love you for the way you still believe that you’re invincible
The way tomorrow has to happen now
I love the way you’re driven by a heart so incorruptible
But there’ll be ways to break it, and people who know how

I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines
Cashing in their only ticket home
Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines
To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris….

We both know you’ll flying out alone
Riding on a ticket no return
I love you and I’ll pray for you out here on the edge I’ll burn
A candle every day until the day you get to learn

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris….

The Mansions

Don Walker

I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

There’s a big black van in upper Kellett Street
Men in body armour moving softly on their feet
The whisper is the shotguns are staked out in pursuit
Of a man in a room above a house of ill-repute

I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

The gendarmes lead the escapee, half asleep and wired
Barefoot out the doorway, and not a shot is fired
The drunks are on the street now, schooners in their hand
Ready for the punchline as it rolls around again

I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions

They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

Four In The Morning

Don Walker

It’s four in the morning, who knows why
I can’t sleep, and if I try
I can’t follow where she goes
When she closes those beautiful eyes

The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across,
The continent of heresy she wanders in
Savoring the call to maybe this time,
Make it permanent

I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
Keeping watch across the hour
I’ll maybe one day find a tower
And open up a lighthouse come saloon

Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes,
Shining back like scimitars,
Across the night at me

Well it’s four am, who knows how far
My rope’d run if I hired a car
Hit each town, never stayed
Left the motel bills unpaid
Just defied the way they say things are

In my mind I see that final town
Outta cash, axles in the ground
Lying in a hostel bed
No-one there to hold my head
Some internal organ breakin’ down

I can feel the midnight fading, all desires
Are out there with you singing in the wires
I wonder when the corner shop is open,
If the wind’ll drop before the dawn,
And frost up all the tires

It’s four in the morning, what can I do
A Don Alejandros should see me through
The hard reality is this
I got woken with a kiss
Once upon a time, one night with you

Long Dark Road

Jimmy Barnes / Ben Rodgers

It’s a long dark road, leads me to where I’m going.
It’s a hard, hard way, and I got no way of knowing.

I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing
And I know it’s not for me

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way

It’s a long, dark road, each step that I take to nowhere
And I travel alone, no trace of the things we once shared.

What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring
Are cast aside and left to bleed

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way

I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing
And I know it’s not for me
What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring
Are cast aside and left to bleed

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way
And I travel alone, it’s a long dark road.

The Perfect Crime

Don Walker

The summer lightning flicks in sheets
The negative reveals
The last house where this dogtown meets the river
Meets the fields
Lookin’ out the East I’d say
That thunderhead could be a thousand miles away
Out off the coast
Unreal

I’ve been thinkin’, off and on, about you
About the summer now gone
And what I mean to do
All in all, this town
Is only good for if you need to not be found
For a while
For a turn or two

You, on the other hand, just may be
A whole new and fascinating possibility
How far, and how wired
Could we get on down the line
Once fired
On that trajectory

How long could we play
Who’d be the first to peel away before the end
Is what I’d like to see

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain’t got much time
Baby, we’ll be
The perfect crime.

The summer lightning flicks in sheets
Across the world tonight
All across this little town
This little party light
Strung out with the others
Down a highway bleak and beautiful as you
All flash
And no relief in sight

One kiss, you and I
Could outrun anything we do
For a while
And that’s alright

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain’t got much time
Baby, we’ll be
The perfect crime.

All Hell Broke Lucy

Jimmy Barnes / Ben Rodgers

A winter cold, eighteen, forty-three.
In a whiskey rage, and a heart would bleed.
She found a fancy-man, that would do the deed.
And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free.

She said she hated him unless they both were drunk
She swore she’d leave him cold, in the corner slumped.
Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped.
And at the break of day Lucretia came undone.

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

Well a spot of blood by the bed was found,
It was hers not his, she was heard to shout.
And as they hauled her away and her hands were bound
Lucretia’s eyes were cold, as the cold, hard ground

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The trial was short the lovers had confessed,
And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks
And left the holy ground where they would never rest
And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The Backroom

Don Walker

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage
And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car
Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89
But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar

You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
Walnut piano on a wooden floor
Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar
Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall
And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball
Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star

With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
They say you can win a mariachi band
You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace
In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

Haul that mother, haul that son
Haul that rubber to the end of a run
That ain’t got ridden since between the wars
All hidden from the liquor laws

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

Alone for You

Don Walker

Wake up in the morning, feel like shit
Waiting on a message, that’s my hit
Forget about food, forget about time
Alla my body, alla my mind
Alla my intentions, alla my drive
Is bent on keeping our connection alive
Every decision, my vision is pinned
Counting off the hours till you call again

chorus

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you
I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

Checkin’ on messages, lookin’ at the wall
Leavin’ my room, walkin’ up and down the hall
Exiting the building, on the street
Shopping for nothing on the same old beat
Wandering the city, another night lost
Counting off the hours, the stations of the Cross
Counting off the hours, back to my room
Teenage cars goin’ boom boom boom

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you
I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

Wake up in the morning, feel like shit
Waiting on a message, that’s my hit
Forget about food, forget about time
Forget about checkin’ out the scene of the crime

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

I Got Things To Do

I got things to do
I don’t want to
Give me way more time to spend with you
Honey when you’re gone
You’re gone too long
It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away

If you hear me cry
Your name in the night
Baby I’m just tryin’ to find your welcome light
Well there’s only one
You’re thinkin’ of
It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away

My work is done, this is my time
And there’s someone I need to know
Maybe one day we’ll find
We won’t have no need to go

(solo)

My work is done, this is my time
And there’s somewhere I need to go
Maybe one day we’ll find
We won’t have no need to go

I got things to do
I don’t want to
Give me way more time to spend with you
Honey when you’re gone
You’re gone too long
It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away

I got things to do today

The Horizon

The horizon is wider than it used to be
I ain’t the boy you knew
But on a clear day, I can see
All the way to you
All the way to you

When you’re running blind
From promises broken and re-made
Then broken again
You got no way home
Nothing but the smell of burning bridges in the rain

When I look back now
I see a young man riding on
A one way rail going down
Only holding on
Riding his addiction into
Each new lonely town

The horizon is wider than it used to be
I ain’t the boy you knew
But on a clear day, I can see
All the way to you
All the way to you

I hit the railhead
One night in hell
And even now I
I dunno why I
Looked across at the gaming room
In a cheap hotel
And somehow walked on by
Somehow walked on by

Have you ever seen the western sky
As the sun goes down
Turning indigo to grey
It’s enough to make a man believe
That maybe one more chance could come my way
Maybe one more chance could come my way

The horizon is wider than it used to be
I ain’t the boy you knew
But on a clear day, I can see
All the way to you
All the way to you.

Summer Moon

Driving the nightshift again
Driving the nightshift again
The times I’ve rolled this line, this same old
Long headed East double lane

Driving these nightshifted eyes
Driving these nightshifted eyes
To light my way from midnight out to Hay
There’s big summer moon on the rise

Puts me in a mind, of once upon a time
A hall above the beach when I was young, it was
Too many years, too far behind
Old piano, saxophone and drum

And hanging out over the sea
That same summer moon laid for me
A road of light on out into the night
A highway to where I could be

If ever I can find that innocence of mind
The wonder in that younger set of eyes
I’ll get it on the road, the rhythm of the line
The wheeling of the desert where it flies

Come on roll up that line baby roll
Light up these nightshifted eyes
Speed my way from midnight out to Hay
Big summer moon on the rise

Speed my way from midnight out to Hay
Big summer moon on the rise

This Day

I’m gonna find a way to make this day
The best one so far
It didn’t happen yesterday
Hangin’ in the bar

I rang someone from long ago
Someone from a situation
Long forgotten, better left alone

If you believe in love, you leave the door ajar
I’m gonna find a way to make this day
The best one so far

I’m gonna find a way to blow away the rain
It didn’t happen yesterday
I couldn’t face the train

All around, the office crowd
Filled the city, talking loud
Off their face, I slipped away alone

I wandered home, the streets were empty
As they often are
I’m gonna find a way to make this day
The best one so far

I’m gonna find a way to turn this world around
Find a way to make it through,
And not go down

If you believe in love, that’s the morning star
I’m gonna find a way to make this day
The best one so far

If you believe in love, you leave the door ajar
I’m gonna find a way to make this day
The best one so far

If you believe in love, that’s the morning star
I’m gonna find a way to make this day
The best one so far.

Our Old Flame

It’s the eyes that give the game away
As I come through the door
Of a steakhouse off the highway
And I remember years before
Those same eyes, only younger
More innocent somehow
And I wonder about your situation now

Are you married, are there children
Did you ever settle down
With that psychopathic boy
You failed to mention last time round
Or is there just a lonely room
Full of poetry
And lots of mutilated dolls that look like me

Our old flame
Our old flame
When you look at me, will you see
The man that I became
Or will you see the boy I was
See me by the light of our old flame
Our old flame

Pretty soon you’ll cross the room
To take my order down
And recognize the man with whom
You briefly hung around
Am I gonna catch a sign
Of panic in your heart
Like the panic that I’m feeling now in mine

Our old flame
Our old flame
When you look at me, will you see
The man that I became
Or will you see the boy I was
See me by the light of our old flame
Our old flame

I Gotta Get Back On The Road

There’s a lone jet-trail west of the moon
Nothing for a thousand miles below
A one-pump roadhouse, late afternoon
My time is over here, I gotta go

I gotta get back on the road
Finish up and pay
There’s nothing here as good as a girl I know
A thousand miles away
I gotta get back on the road
To where I want to be
I won’t see her till I deliver my load
By the light of another day

Outside the highway is parallel
To that stroke of chalk above
As far as I can tell

There are two reasons come to mind
Keep a good man on the run
There’s always some complication left behind
Somewhere, one day, I’ll find the other one

I gotta get back on the road…

Outside the highway waits, another year
Fades and dissipates high in the stratosphere

There’s a lone jet-trail west of the moon
Nothing for a thousand miles below
A one-pump roadhouse, late afternoon
My time is over here, I gotta go

I gotta get back on the road…

Too Late

Got the news
Just today
Somebody told me
To get here right away
Said you were hurtin’
Said you were low
Couldn’t get a single friend
On the telephone
But it’s . . .
Too late too late too late for love
Too late too too late to start again
Too late to hope for
Some kind of . . happy end
And it was
Too long too long too long ago
These healing years go by so slow
They don’t talk to me
Don’t offer no
Means to an end . . My friend

On and on the lazy river flows
Stretching out beneath the burning sun
Here we are standing in the road
Each about to go our separate ways
Each about to go our separate ways

Missing a Girl

Looking through the tarmac rain
At the rows of giant birds
They’re all feeding at the gates,
There are tails from all over the world

A million people in between
Hurry by the TV screens
And I just sit here missing a girl

Cuppa coffee, airport bench
Carry on, and me
Something messed up my connection
To where I want to be

Something happened, the line dropped out
Something she don’t wanna talk about
And I just sit here missing a girl

Overhead the speakers tell me
One more delay
I hear the numbers
But my heart’s a million miles away

She made it clear we could still be friends
But she won’t be there to meet me at the other end
And I just sit here missing a girl

She made it clear,
I try to see it through these tears
I know it’s true
And I just sit here missing a girl

Dead and Laid to Rest

How many torments
I’ve had in my time?
Was looking for love
By I was too blind
I stepped in the circle
To play out the game
But all that I offered
Just turned out the same

A little bit more a little bit less
Deeper in love and deeper in debt
I look at the stars that I cannot give
Without some feeling I just can’t live
Wake and remember that no one is blessed
Now I know the truth
Is dead and laid to rest

No sound but a river
That run’s from my heart
It flows from a mountain
Then tears me apart
Will there come a season
That I will not weep?
I prayed like you wanted
But it all felt too cheap

A little bit more a little bit less
Deeper in love and deeper in debt
I look at the stars that I cannot give
Without some feeling I just can’t live
Wake and remember that no one is blessed
Now I know the truth
Is dead and laid to rest

Sometimes I am frightened alone in the dark
You know I can’t hide it,
I’ve been waiting until the hurting starts

A little bit more a little bit less
Deeper in love and deeper in debt
I look at the stars that I cannot give
Without some feeling I just can’t live
Wake and remember that no one is blessed
Now I know the truth
Is dead and laid to rest

HQ454 Monroe

You tell me that you’re leaving me
For someone you believe to be
Devoted just to you and you alone

Well goodbye baby, you know I’ll
Be thinkin’ of you only while
I get my Chevy motor fully blown

When you said I had to choose between
This muscle car and you, my queen
There was only one way that could ever go

I used to get home when I could
But there was nothing there as good
As when I light the nitro on my
HQ454 Monroe

She got fuelie heads, a tunnel ram
Roller rockers, lumpy cam
A seated seta new L34’s

Gotta new four hundred Hydra shift
Simmons wheels, nine inch diff
Bridgestone Eagers, twelve inch just because

She’s got four a colour, four a clear
She’s lookin’ better year by year
And unlike you tonight she’s riding low

So baby its goodbye
You could never get me high
Like when I light the nitro on my
HQ454 Monroe

Well baby if I had to guess
I’d say your man is more or less
The figment of an overheated dream

The kinda thing a girl like you
Can fantasize to get you through
And rectify your battered self esteem

I’ll bet he comes to get you in
Some shopping trolley kinda thing
That gets you where you’re going nice and slow

Well off you go that’s fine
The pleasure’s all mine
When I light the nitro on my
HQ454 Monroe

No Plans

I’m standing in the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
I’m a primate
I feel no pain got no i-phone
Pluggin’ into my brain I’m hangin’ alone
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans

Yeah fuck you!
I’m just standing on the corner, smokin’, taking in the wider view
I’m on location I got rivers of the dead
Heading down to the station I’m thinkin’ about goin’ back to bed
‘Cause I can, no plans

If I had a plan I’d take it down and hock it
Then someone else’d own my time
Then I’d be polishing another man’s rocket
Insteada hangin’ here, looking for a rhyme

In the sun, smoking a cigarette, watching the traffic jam up
Thinkin’ about gettin’ me a black coffee in a take-away cup
Maybe tippin’ in a little medicine
From what I got hidden in a paperbag
Standing in the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans

(solo)

If I had plans I’d be tempted to sell ‘em
Then someone else’d own my time
Then I’d be working on another man’s plans
I’d never get to pay for the crime, to tell him

Shut the fuck up!
Don’t ever let ‘em catch you talkin’ to yourself
Let alone in rhyme
I’m standing in the ruins, looking at the end
Of all mankind, leaning back again
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans

Yeah I’m standing in the ruins, looking at the end
Of all mankind, leaning back again
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans.

A Little Bit Of Daylight

Lock the door
Close the window tight
Draw the curtains
I got to block out the light
Feel the sun, shining in my eyes
I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight

I close the curtain
Make sure no one can see
Is there somebody out there
Am I awake or asleep?
I hear the footsteps
Prowlin’ round my door
I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight

Well I’ve been up all night just trying to make ends meet
But things don’t always work the way I planned
I take another pill just trying to calm me down
If that don’t work, I just get up again
I just get up again

Lock the door
Shut the window tight
I close the curtains
I got to block out the light
I feel the sun, shining in my eyes
I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well, I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight
Well, I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight

All For You

I get home and clean up, put on my best shirt
Put on my good shoes
My arms are hard from what I do all day
And it’s all for you, all for you

As I drive over by the steeple, by the hill
The rain is gone, the night is new
The constellations are coming out again
And it’s all for you, all for you

It’s all for you there are songs in the world
I’m singing softly as I drive
It’s all for you, cause you’re the only girl
And I’m young again
And it feels so good to be alive

I’ll take you out, we’ll find a place to eat
Somewhere small, with a view
And later on we’ll go dancing if you like
All for you, for you

The old anger has given way
To clear eyes and open hands
I’m getting stronger with each new day
Cause now I understand

It’s all for you there are songs in the world
I’m singing softly as I drive
It’s all for you, cause you’re the only girl
And I’m young again
And it feels so good to be alive

Angel In My Room

There’s an angel in the shadows of my room
And she watches me when I’m all alone
When my sad heart is hurt and crying
That’s when she comes to me
And she leads me home

If I close my eyes
And I take her hand
I can see you right there
Where my angel stands

Into the night when I’m missing you
I lay me down with the angel in my room

And in the shadows she stands alone
And she’s waiting for me
When I’m coming home

Into the night when I’m missing you
I lay me down with the angel in my room

I see the tears in my baby’s eyes
But in the distance I still hear her cry
And baby I’m longing but it passes by
When I hold you in my arms
Everything will be all right

If I close my eyes I can see her there
I can see you right there
Where my angel stands
Into the night when I’m missing you
I lay me down with the angel in my room
That’s when I lay me down with the angel in my room

J. Barnes, J. Barnes, J. Smith – EMI Music
/ Mushroom Music / Mushroom Music

Baby’s On Fire

Baby’s on fire, it’s a beautiful thing
Baby’s on fire, it’s beginning to sing
Baby’s on fire, so imaginative
Nobody else gets to see it and live
Baby’s on fire, the moonlight skin
Black and white cinema, outa Berlin
Black and white cinema, flooding inside
Baby’s on fire in the submarine tide
Baby’s on fire
And I
I’m in flames
I been workin’ all day
Baby and I are gonna get it away
I been workin’ all day, and all I know
Baby’s on fire, the higher and higher we go

And I
I’m in flames

Don Walker – Palomarr / Rondor

Bal-a-Versailles

Aliester Crowley
And Bar Shem Tov
Are lyin’ in the alley
Too stoned to move
Them and Aristotle
Are playin’ swy
For one tiny bottle
Of Bal-a-Versailles

Over the ocean
Over the sea
From out of east of Eden
Pre-B.C.
To Terra Incognito
Anno Domini
Hits the libido
Bal-a-Versailles

People say it’s an animal thing
A whisper of alien air
People say you’re a fool if you fall in love
I say yeah, yeah, yeah

Dogs are barking,
The caravanserai
Rolls on, through the night
Bal-a-Versailles

People say all the usual things
Talkin’ and kissin’ the air
People say you’re a fool if you fall in love
I say yeah, yeah, yeah

Reason for living
Reason to die
Take it as given
Bal-a-Versailles

Dogs are barking,
The caravanserai
Rolls on, through the night
Bal-a-Versailles

Best Kept Lies

Losin’ myself nightly
No-one’s tellin’ me just where you are
Got me like a fever
And movin’ like you’ve got too far
Used to shine so brightly
All is fadin’ now as time goes on
Just when I think I hear you
I look around and you’ll be gone

You got this thing for leavin’
Just as I’m about to really know someone
I’d like to help you with your searchin’
Don’t you know you’re not the only one

Hangin’ all alone
With your best kept lies
Say you’re comin’ home
Give it one more try

You let me know discretely
I ain’t nothin’ when you’re not with me
Once I’d have to call ya
Now all that’s left’s a mystery
Sayin’ goodbyes only
Gonna leave me wonderin’ endlessly
Were you really here
Or someone I am
Yet to see

Bow River

Listen now to the wind babe
Listen now to the rain
Feel that water lickin’ at my feet again
I don’t wanna see this town no more
Wastin’ my days on a factory floor
First thing you know I’ll be back in Bow River again

Anytime you want babe, you can come around
But only six days separates me and the great top end
I been working hard, tweleve hours a day
And the money I saved won’t buy my youth again
Goin’ for the heat babe, and a tropical rain
In a place where no man’s puttin’ on the dog for me
Waitin’ on the weekend, set o’ brand new tyres
And back in Bow River’s just where I want to be

Listen now to the wind babe
Listen now to the rain
Feel that water lickin’ at my feet again
I don’t wanna see this town no more
Too many years made up my mind to go or stay
Right to my dying day
I don’t wanna see another engine line
Too many years and I owe my mind
First set o’ wheels headin’ back Bow River again
First thing you know I’ll be back in Bow River again

Got the motor runnin’, got the rest of my days
Sold everything I owned for a song
So anytime you want babe, you can come around
But don’t leave it too late you just might find me gone

Listen now to the wind babe . . .

I don’t need the score
I’m goin’ through the door
Gonna tell the man I don’t want no more
Pick up a fast car and burn my name in the road
One week two week maybe even more
Piss all my money up against the damn wall
First thing you know I’ll be back in Bow River again

Breakfast At Sweetheart’s

Campbell lane
Through the window, curtain rain
Long night gone, yellow day
Speed shivers melt away

Six o’clock I’m goin’ down
Coffee’s hot and the toast is brown
Hey streetsweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town
Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts . . .

Hey, Anne-Maria
It’s always good to see her
She don’t smile or flirt
She just wears that mini-skirt
Drunks come in
Paper bag, Brandivino
Dreams fly away
As she pulls another cappucino

Six o’clock I’m goin’ down
Coffee’s hot and the toast is brown
Hey streetsweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast is the best in town
Oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts . . .

Build This Love

Build this love
Build this love
Build this love
Build this love

Build this love
I’m gonna build this love
I’m gonna build this fire higher and higher
Little by step by little by step

Oh yeah
I get my days
When a voice seems to whisper in my ear
“Baby you don’t need this company”

Such cheap emotion
Is gonna break nobody’s heart but mine
If you hold me now you can feel it beat
We can start it rockin’ with a new sensation
Layin’ on hands till you feel the heat
We can build this fire on a new foundation
Build this love
I’m gonna build this love
Build this fire

Outside it’s colder now
It’s not the time for young and stupid now
If you don’t mind beating it heart to heart
We can start it rockin’ with a new sensation
Layin’ on hands till you feel the heat
We can take control of the situation
What’s it gonna be, not another defeat
We can build this fire on a new foundation
Build this love

By My Side

Trying hard just to stay on top
Seems the more I get, the less I got
It won’t be long is all they can say
While all I know is slippin away

But I believe in something strong
And I will be faithful
I can’t go wrong
I can see that the road is long
There will be nothing denied
As long as you’re by my side

Somewhere back in my memory
There’s a dream I thought
One day would be
Just like the time slippin through my hands
Things don’t always work out
They way that you planned

But I believe in something strong
And I will be faithful
I can’t go wrong
I can see that the road is long
There will be nothing denied
As long as you’re by my side

Hear me now while I say a prayer
For the time is sure to come
Whether I know the way or not
I’ve just got to run

But I believe in something strong
And I will be faithful
I can’t go wrong
I can see that the road is long
There will be nothing denied
But I believe in something strong
And I will be faithful
I can’t go wrong
I can see that the road is long
There will be nothing denied
As long as you’re by my side

Cheap Wine

Once I smoked a Danneman cigar
Drove a foreign car
Baby that was years ago
I left it all behind
Had a friend, I heard she died
On a needle she was crucified
Baby that was years ago
I left it all behind for my

Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Come-on, come-on, come-on

I don’t mind takin’ charity
From those that I despise
I don’t really need your love
Baby you can shout at me
But you can’t meet my eyes
I don’t really need your love, I got my

Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Come-on, come-on, come-on

Sitting on the beach drinkin’ rocket fuels Oh Yeah!
Spent the whole night breakin’ all the rules Oh Yeah!
Mending every minute of the day before
Watching the ocean, watching the shore
Watching the sunrise, and thinkin’ there could never be more
Never be more
Anytime you want to find me
I ain’t got a telephone
I’m another world away
But I always feel at home, with my
Cheap wine and a three-day growth . . .

Choirgirl

Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
One nurse to hold her
One nurse to wheel her down
The corridors of heeling
And I’ve been trying
But she’s crying like a refugee

Loves me like a sister
Loves me like an only child
Loves me like a sister
Loves me like an only child
She’s my connection
I’ll hold on
And never, never, never let her down
Cause she’s alone
And she loves me like an only child

Suffer little children
Send that little child to me
All day the doctor
Handles his responsibility

Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
She’s my connection
I’ll hold on
And never, never, never let her down
Cause she’s alone
And she’s crying like a refugee

Conversations

Kneeling at the hotel reception
Violin a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright rozellas on his shoulder
Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people hangin’ on the corner
Other people cruisin’ by in cars
Feeding on the fiction and the porno
Staring at the tattoos and the scars

Conversations, Conversations
Icy nights and almighty patience

Well some of us are driven to ambition
Some of us are trapped behind the wheel
Some of us will break away, and build a marble yesterday
And live for every moment we can steal

Conversations, Conversations
Shouting out across an empty station

Now it’s just another Tuesday morning
Billy’s wrapped up tight against the chill
The busker packs his birds beneath the awning
Billy’s got his eyes upon the till
He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer
The busker’s halfway home, Billy’s lounging round the foyer
Love so easily dies when there’s nothing left to conquer
One small break is all he needs, and life ain’t getting longer

Conversations, Conversations
Breakfast show to a sleepy nation

Daskarzine

Well Daskarzine, she was pretty bland
As she stretched out in the corner of the room
She was Oh! so lazy with her pistol hand
As her hair hung hot off the loom
A red-eyed Chicken felt like stepping in
But his lines lacked their customary cool
Her conversation flowed like treacle from a tin
And Chicken felt like some kind of fool

Oh Yeah!
Her every move
Is a lesson in street ballet
And they speak her name in cheap hotels
From Turkey to Marseillaise

Seduction seems to hang in the dressing-room air
But no-one knows just who’s seducing who
She puts it out wave after wave
And never seems to miss the slightest cue
Outside in the wings
The curtain-boys cry lonely
Their one true love is Daskarzine
And for her they’ll all die slowly

Oh babe, she says, we’ve got to die sometime
It’s the sweetest thing we do
Why not die from month to month
With my touch to help you through

Now Chicken left the room feeling angry and cold
Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him neatly pidgeonholed
And he was just clinging blindly to his name

I’m Stetson and I ain’t so bad, he kept on saying
But his mind was trapped in some kind of cage
He had failed at the ancient art of role-playing
And was fighting to leave the bleeding stage

On the radio
A tenor saxaphone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine’s facade
Of false serenity

Dresden

The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are clean
Old ladies put the kettle on
And all-night lechers pause and lean
On grey shop windows, everywhere
A deeper hum is in the air
Hotel room, drifter leaves no clues

He rides a freight-train out of town
And whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of time
Somewhere behind a siren wails
The freight-train soars above the rails
The traveller, he’s hard as nails
As the train sweeps down the line

The salmon Season’s here to stay
And etched into each shoulder-bone
The mark of Cain is on display
As stone above each measured stone
Old Dresden burns above the breeze
The traveller, he’s on his knees
He’s watching sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy throne
Dresden blues . . .

Drinkin In Port Lincoln

Connie goes down to the Pier Hotel
She’s on the lookout for a quick romance
She talks real slow and she never could spell
But Jesus don’t you watch her dance
Well the Pier’s never been no youth hostel
Those bayside boys are all as crazy as hell
And when she hits that floor like a cannonshell
They only wanna get inside her pants

With his feet spread out and his shoulders shakin’
Some fisherman takes her hand
And they clear the floor and they shout more music
And they dance until she just can’t stand
And he leads her down past the Baytown jetty
To a place he’s found, and he lets her down steady
And the stars hang low like bleached confetti
And they make sweet love in the sand

You know times are tough in old S.A.
They got thousands on the dole
And when the weekend comes they wanna drown their troubles
At the very best waterhole
And it feels much better when they get to thinkin’
Of the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln
And the Pier Hotel where theyíll all be drinkin’
To the Baytown rock’n’roll

He’s leaning on the verandah rail
Sipping Queensland rum
She’s strolling back to the Pier Hotel
Her legs are kind of numb
Their eyes lock on for a second too long
And though they’ve never met
The message gets through and Connie starts thinkin’
The night ain’t over yet
Oh no the night ain’t over yet

Everybody

Everybody wants to be a wannabe
Living in a limousine
Everybody wants to be a tragedy
In a supermarket magazine

Everybody wants to be famous
Everybody wants more things
Everybody longs to feel the pain
That a whole lotta money’s gonna bring

Everybody wants their name on the guest list
Everybody wants to get in free
Everybody wants complete fidelity
From two or three lovers simultaneously

Everybody wants to be an individual
Everybody else does too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you

Everybody wants to have children
No-one wants to hang around
Everybody wants the world to cry
When they’re lying in the cold cold ground

Everybody wants the ideal body
Waiting when they get back home
Whether that’s the one in Shanghai, London
New York City or the villa in Rome

Everybody wants to be an individual
Everybody else does too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you

Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped
And examined in a U.F.O.
Everybody’s locked into too much hock
To ever think about what they don’t want you to know

And still they’re gunna be an individual
Everybody else is too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you

F-111

Birds fly up as I pull into town
Desert storm as the sun goes down
Park the bike on holy ground
Temple by the store
Temple priests are pretty shot
Jimson weed and thanks a lot
Crazy abbot, gotta stop
Put my guns down, by the door
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Virgin in the window
Pynchon in the rectory
Lotta chanting round the room
Of things in history
People sellin’ stocks and shares
Looting what was never theirs
Chokin’ on the subway stairs
To cheat their destiny
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
The storeman asked me once
To leave my barter on the table
Another methane cylinder
Another roll of cable
I’m in two minds to stay the night
Or leave this town behind
Far behind
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Lotta systems in the ground
Used to be connected
Lotta fragments floating round
Yet to be collected
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all

Flame Trees

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I’m just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can’t stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Try to book a room to stay tonight

Number one is to find some friends to say “You’re doing well
After all this time you boys look just the same”
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
Settle in to play “Do you remember so and so?”
Number three is never say her name

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around

But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
I’m happy just to sit here round a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies

There’s a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands
With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands
And I’m wondering if he’ll go or if he’ll stay

Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field
In our day

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around

Forever Now

Taking her seat at the bar
She don’t talk to anyone
Plane leaving soon for afar
Where she don’t know anyone
She thinks of her precious time
There’s no-one she leaves behind
Who could change her mind

Is this the way it’s gonna be forever
Is this the way it’s gonna be forever
Is this the way it’s gonna be
Forever now

Take a whole life’s lonliness
Wrap it up in some tenderness
Send it off to some emptiness
With all my love
Cos it’s only you and me
There’ll be nothing we need to see
Only one thing can set you free
Is all my love

Making his way down the stairs
He can’t help but looking back
Thinks of the things that they shared
There’ll be no more turning back
He thinks of the day they met
The words that she said of love
He just can’t forget

Just the way they wanna be forever
Just the way they wanna be forever
Tell me it will always be
Forever now

Take a whole life’s lonliness
Wrap it up in some tenderness
Send it off to some emptiness
With all my love
It’s only you and me
There’ll be nothing we need to see
Only one thing can set you free
Is all my love
It’s only you and me
There’ll be nothing we need to see
Only one thing can set you free
Is all our love, oh yeah

Four Walls

They’re calling time for exercise
Round her Majesty’s hotel
The maid’ll hose the room out
When I’m gone
I never knew such luxury
Before my verdict fell
Four walls, washbasin, prison bed

Well the Bathurst riots ended
When they clubbed the rebels down
And in every congregation
There was silence
You can hear the Angels singin’
When Christmas comes around
Four walls, washbasin, prison bed

I love to march while some Nazi calls the time
Who’d wanna go home

I can’t see
I can’t hear
They’ve burnt out all the feeling
I’ve never been so crazy
And it’s just my second year
Four walls, washbasin, prison bed

Ghost Town

I’ve been forty days and forty nights
In television land
I’d kill myself with cigarettes
If I could find my hands

Livin’ in a ghost town

Take this will and testament
And nail it to the wall
You know I spent my time here
Learning how to crawl

Livin’ in a ghost town

And money don’t buy water round
The ghost town
I’ve never found a border round
The ghost town
Whoever sets the weather
Oughta keep it pretty calm
Keep it fine and mild
Cause like a cheap alarm
I’m fuckin’ wound

There’s just a man on a bad street
Who cannot turn around
Or shout above the heat
Below the knees he’s
Buried in the ground
Waking up in Sydney babylon
Is what it’s all about
There’s only one way in here
And one way out

Goodbye (Astrid Goodbye)

Open up the door Astrid, cause I’m comin’ down the stairs
And I ain’t gonna listen to no more pissin’ around
I’ve had seven long years of give a little, take a little
Stack a little money away
And you better believe I’m gonna take this love to town

Turn on the tears Astrid, and don’t forget to let the neighbours see
What a low down deal you got when you married me
You can drown your days in valium and brandy
Talkin’ to the cat and the dog
And you can shove your cheap french vogue society

Goodbye, goodbye . . .
I won’t be comin’ back for long

Open up the door Astrid, and don’t try to stand in my way
I’m heading for a long long night to a better day
And don’t bother offering to drive me to the station
You’d only drive me round the bend
We’re comin’ to the end, there’s nothin’ left to say

H-Hour Hotel

I been on the run from bar to bar
Hunchin’ down and movin’ fast
These last few days I’ve been so alone
I got my hat pulled down to quartermast
You’re the only decent thing I’ve seen
In this whole hotel since Danny died
The loneliness these past few years
Was thick enough to chew
You hit me like a Turkish bath
The minute I came through the door
Baby I’ll break down and cry
If you don’t feel it, too
They were gathered round in high-class bars
Doctors’ wives and trendy cokers
Danny’n me we went a bit too far
There was one too many smooth stockbrokers
The mob got ugly just like that
And cut him up with butter knives
Threw his carcass in the hall
Turned their eyes on me
Young Danny was a wild one
A naked threat to all their wives
I had to run to save my skin
And baby here I am
Baby you look good to me
Clothes like 1984
You’ve got something they’ve all forgotten
Let’s not wait, let’s find the door
This hotel goes on and on
My only friend a sharp coat pocket razor
My only love is maybe you
There’s one too many navy blazers
Jesus we’re the only two
I’ve gotta stay with you
Hey lets spend the night

Hands Out Of My Pocket

She’s standing on the corner
And she looks so alone
And she sacrafices her money
To a god she doesn’t know

“Go repent” said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
Once you buy, you soon find out
There is no way
There is no way to stop him

Yeah she wants the mami krishna
And she’s in the bathroom locked
The ceremony was pretty long
But the honeymoon was short

And “Go repent” said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
When you find the Lord, you soon find out
There is no way
There is no way to stop him

Now the high priest could’ve seen
But she got too hot to handle
He made her mother settle out of court
And insenced lit the candle

“Don’t lose faith” said the preacher
With his hands stuck in your pocket
When you find the Lord, you soon find out
There is no way to stop him
“Don’t lose faith” said the preacher
With his hands back in your pocket
Keep your hands out of my pocket

He Can’t Believe It’s Over With You

There’s someone out there hangin’ around
Mentioning your name all over town
Some old flame of yours
Someone you knew
And he can’t believe it’s over with you

He says that he is where you belong
You tell me you ain’t seen him in so long
Maybe he’s the fool
Maybe it’s true
That he can’t believe it’s over with you

I may need to take him aside
See if you have anything to hide
Make it plain to him
What I will do
If he can’t believe it’s over with you

Whichever way it goes
I can easily explain it so he knows
How it is with you
These days

I can’t walk away
That’s not what I do
When he can’t believe it’s over with you

Hold Me Tight

Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Baby nothing’s gonna change this magic night
Well energy we’ve got to burn
So open up your mouth and take a bite
And hold me tight

Well tellers do it
Tanners do it
The Phantom and Diana do it
Politicians need it twice a night
Presidents and Chauffeurs do it
Terrorists on sofas do it
Movie stars repeat it till it’s right
Hold me tight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s over to you

So, tie these arms and legs together
Let’s all change this hell for leather
One big happy heart attack
Let all the world’s insomniacs unite!

Well Robert Johnson knew it
Chaplin knew it
Even Marx and Lenin knew it
Heisenberg was just a voyeur
The Hallelujah Chorous do it
Ayatollahs always do it
Come on, slam the door
Let’s get it right
Hold me tight

Home And Broken Hearted

Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade
Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
And drove it down to Adelaide
She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston
I thought the heat would never end
But I knew I’d be home for Christmas with my Sandy
And a few extra dollars to spend

I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
I was talking to his teenage son
I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
At least until he’d had some fun
I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation
Thinkin’ all you have to do is try
There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
“Dear Jimmy, it’s over, goodbye!”
Home and broken hearted
I’ve been pasted to the telephone
Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve
What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave

Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
She’ll never be my friend again
And everyone was asking me where’s the little woman
Rolled home before the rain could stop
I’ve been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top

Houndog

Hump that coffin up round one more bend
Hump that coffin up round one more bend
If your head needs a bandage
Try a roadhouse open sandwich
Dodge the waitress and hit the road again

I got dog’s disease and asphalt on my shoes
I got dog’s disease and asphalt on my shoes

I got the houndog sittin’ on the side of the road
Houndog sittin’ on the side of the road
Houndog sittin’ on the side of the highway blues
Yeah the highway blues

I coulda flown East-West
But the ticket was outa my range
I coulda gone rail
But they said I looked a little strange
The Budget girl’s just got the sack
The interstate bus just breaks my back
I’m sick of getting home
Counting my remaining change

I got the houndog . . .

Ride the line to Hornsby station
Find my circus animals again

Undenied

Don’t need no communication
Through the ghost-towns, and fade away

I’m outside

The railway don’t come out here no more

And it’s cold
Through Nambucca, up the coast
Grass is greener
Girls are sweeter
I did it all the last ten summers

Leave the waves and change the culture
Choose a far off name that suites ya
Bali, Bangkok, overland
Asian highway, Amsterdam
Always some town unexplored
And in the end
It’s the motion is it’s own reward
It’s just the motion

I’ve had petrol-heads and country hicks
Bible-freaks and lunatics
Fifty miles to go and I’ll be home
I’ll be home

I got the houndog sittin’ on the side of the road
Houndog sittin’ on the side of the road
Houndog sittin’ on the side of the highway blues

I’m Gonna Roll Ya

No copulation, no revolution
Said the young Marquis de Sade
But all the whips in France ain’t gonna get me
Fuckin’ on a barracade
From the schoolboys on it was one big con
As we hung around the hockey teams
In each boys brain the dream was the same
All I ever went to do is get laid

Now the whole wide world has a better idea
And it shook us all to the core
You follow some two-year fairy tale
Into happy evermore
The sleepy priest at the bridal feast
His hands make a holy sign
And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake
She’s a-singin’ in the back of her mind

Come on, come on
I’m gonna roll ya all night long . . .

Well I took that crap for a little while
And it kept me off the street
Then I met me a lady with a shady past
And manners like a dog on heat
Those musos hummin’ when they see her comin’
Make a noise like a hurricane
When you see that line at the dressing-room door
You know she’s just spread ‘em for the boys again

Well there ain’t nothin’ better than to rip your sweater
In a bang behind the stage
Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh
Then you stop and estimate her age
If she’s turned fourteen she’s a rock’n’roll queen
You can give her anything you choose
And when she whispers Honey it’s the money or the box
You know money’s so easy to lose

Come on, come on
I’m gonna roll ya all night long . . .

It Ain’t Wrong

It ain’t wrong to steal a Bible
When you’re poor and feeling low
There’s no sense in those reliable
Lookin’ down on those less so

Cause there’s room at Jesus table
For all to come and go
The Host ain’t quite as formal as some believe
You know Jesus was a wanderer
And the highway was his call
And his feet sometimes wore bandages
And his following was small
But his faith shone like the twelve-fifteen
On the subway station wall
He made it, and with his helping
I can make it too

And the Lord shall be my shepherd
Through the thick times and the thin
From the weeks’ end queue for payroll
To the landlord’s easy grin
Through the nights so cold and lonely
I just don’t know where I’ve been
He will guide my footsteps homeward once again

Ita

Every night when I get home
I settle down to prime time limbo
When all the boys are gathered around
Shouting Ita’a on TV
And though the roaches are thick on the ground
Somebody goes to close my window
Keep the noise of the city down
Get a dose of integrity

Every week, in every home
She got wholesome news for the family
I believe, I believe, in what she says
Yes I do
I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
Her magazine’ll get me through

Ita’s tongue never touches her lips
She could always be my godmother
And though the desk-top hides her hips
My imagination’s strong
She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen
I’d like to take her out to dinner
But when I think about the places I’ve been
I’d probably hold my fork all wrong

Every day and every night
She’s the only one we can depend upon
I believe, I believe, in what she says
Yes I do
I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
Her magazine’ll get me through

To every housewife through the land
There is no-one else they can depend upon
How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too

Janelle

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Lookin’ through your photograph
Talking through the telephone
I’m thinking through my plans for me
And you so all alone

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Someday we’ll wake up laughing
Put on our dancing shoes
You won’t believe the tales I tell
That time, Janelle’s not mine to choose

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Juliet

Jet-lag cramps the lonely face
Cheek-bones pinched and tired
It’s a cold tarmac breeze
That wraps the terminal around
Flight-times drag the night along
Cab skids down the freeway
Time to find a bed
For the weeks ahead
It’s goodbye

Ice-lines rim the city streets
And tire-whines rip the blacktop
And the lamps wheel above
The misty overpass
And Bergman’s face in black and white
Repeated down the alleys
A prayer above
For broken love
And goodbyes

Juliet in travel coat
Leans wasted on the window
Takes a long, long drag
To try and settle down
It kills her how he turned away
How he ripped their love apart
Starts to cry
Lets the curtain fall
It’s goodbye

Just How Many Times

Lovers see the world through an old, red wine
All the sounds of the blues, just disappear
With a light like yours beside me
It’s been an old, old red wine year

And just how many times did I watch you smile
And how long has it been
Since my eyes, in tender desperation
Gathered every memory, every scene

And Ah! Last summer on the beach your legs were brown as pecan stains
And how, with dripping faces we would skid to shelter in the pouring rain
But if the game’s so low and painful
And if every moment brings no peace
It’s just a shame to play

Now in the end there’s the long road home
And the party’s so dry, without you
Oh my lady, if you have to leave me
Please don’t leave me sober, leave me blue

Khe Sanh

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I’ve had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it’s only other vets could understand

About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn’t kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land

And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine

So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend

And I’ve travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I’ve been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain’t there
But I’m drifting north, to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I’ll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain’t nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I’m gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
And it’s really got me worried
I’m goin’ nowhere and I’m in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone

Letter To Alan

When it’s time for your reflection
As you wait till help arrives
See our good friend’s face on the dashboard
And to know you cannot leave that cab alive
Do you know I reach for you, from later times

Once I knew
Once I knew
Now I’m walking
Now I’m walking in the dark
Like bells our dogs are yelling
All across Centennial Park
And the Sunday morning light just sends me blind
And I’m only feeling useless
Cause there’s nothing I can blame
Every person, thing and circumstances
That moves this perfect day
You’ve left behind

And I’m thinking
Christmas 1982
Round this time a year ago
Gaskill sold his boat
And headed for the Cross to sink a few
Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd
On Christmas Eve
They must be entertained
And if a stranger does the dying
That’s O.K.!

And I’m sitting in a hotel room
Along Rue St. Louis
Dialing old phone-numbers down the line
And I measure my position
To the obstacles we crossed
The territory covered
And the parties that we lost
Those were the days

And if I don’t hang around
Our old gambling grounds
It does not mean that I’ve forgotten
We believed, and I still do

Merry-Go-Round

I cried my tears in a glass of tequila
For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name
She held my heart like a blackjack dealer
And took my money when she left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated messin’ around
I’ve had a bellyful of livin’ in the same old merry-go-round

Well I played in the summer and I froze in the winter
And I hankered for the high school beauty queen
She was married to a rich young timber-miller
And christened a boy when she was just nineteen
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I’ve had a bellyful of lovin’ on the same old merry-go-round

Like any man I’ve got to work for a living
Just to earn my soul for a weekend show
Saturday morning I’ll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes I’m gonna set fire to the town
I’ve had a bellyful of workin’ on the same old merry-go-round

I’m looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundeburg at the end of the day
I’m twentyfive, I’m half alive
The rest is only just a ticket away
Give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I’ve had a bellyful of livin’ on the same old merry-go-round

Metho Blues

Yesterdays are gone
Road is hard and long
People carry on the best they can
Bring down one more day
Spending next week’s pay
One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues
But never satisfaction

Kings Cross is my home
And all night long I roam
Begging cents from foreigners and friends
Time’s a twisted road
And speed’s the only code
Life’s a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues
That never leads to answers

And metho is my friend
Yes, our love has one end
We’ll be wed ’till death or blindness part
Oh yeah
General health is poor
My eyes are soaking sore
Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues
Lord, please repeat the question

Mona And the Preacher

The street boys are waiting for the late late show
Their eyes are shifty and their pants are low
A telephone rings in a room upstairs
The veteran sings to the road below
Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street
The afternoon papers blow around her feet
She hooks her thumb beneath the strap of her bag
Her cigarette gleams as she takes another drag
The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane
The lady says “Coffee!” and the man says “yes”

Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress
Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide
The preacher slides in from the night outside
The laminex tables line along the wall
Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall
The preacher asks softly for the time of day
Then heads towards the mission with his take-away
His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door
The outside rain becomes an inside roar
Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor

Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher

The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher leaps a swollen drain

Now some like to dance in the twilight zone
Seekin’ after Mona when they’re all alone
Some seek the preacher, their hearts to console
Cause she heals the body, but he heals the soul

Monica

Monica
I guess you know this time you’ve gone too far
Trade your heart
What you’re looking for don’t need those scars
Out to get whatever you can see
How to get passed your security
I know just what you wanna be
Oh, Monica

Walk away
Maybe once you just might hear me say
What’s yours today
Is all I ever wanted anyway
Take your time in choosing someone who’s
Gonna be told what they’re gonna do
Take my last chance if you want me to
Oh, Monica

No more wasting my time
It’ll work out just fine
Thought they’d come to an end
Gonna end up all mine
Bring your friends if you want to
‘Cos I won’t be telling no lies
There’s no sense in wasting our celebration
Monica

No more wasting my time
It’ll work out just fine
Thought they’d come to an end
Gonna end up all mine
Bring your friends if you want to
‘Cos I won’t be telling no lies
There’s no sense in wasting our celebration
Monica

Monica
I guess you know this time you’ve gone too far
Trade your heart
What you’re looking for don’t need those scars
Out to get whatever you can see
How to get passed your security
There’s no sense in wasting our celebrating
Monica . . .

Mr. Crown Prosecutor

Mr. Crown Prosecutor
No matter what I say or do
You take money, to put whatever
May be the opposite view
What you see, is what I am
I will always be, an honest man
Mr Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand
I can’t say the same about you

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now
I’ll show you where your children play
The deep shit they get to play with
And the people that they’ve got to pay
I got caught, in a traffic jam
A girl on the street, with a chain of command
Goin’ up through the city
To the government of the day

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand
The hands of a fish so small
You know, if it wasn’t so
I wouldn’t be here at all
What you see, is what I am
I will always be, an honest man
Lost in the blind stupidity of it all

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now
I’ll show you where your children play
The deep shit they get to play with
And the people that they’ve got to pay
But Mr. Crown Prosecutor, if you look
You’ll find where it tells it to ya in this book
How the vine by the well
Gotta branch out over the wall

My Baby

My Baby, My Baby
My Baby, My Baby

I know this little girl she’s quite a picture
I do my very best oh boy to keep her
She’s got what it takes to warm my soul
Maybe it’s because she wears no makeup
Doesn’t think she’s got the legs that shape up
She can’t rock but boy she can roll
I know I got

My Baby, My Baby

She’s all that I need
Hanging around
She’s all I need
She makes my world feel so good to me
We turn on in the most peculiar places
Many people turn with bowed red faces
We don’t care what they say all the same

I got this little girl she’s quite a picture
Ain’t no-one anywhere ever gonna steal her
She has won my heart I love her so

My Turn To Cry

Well I was pretty young
She was young and pretty
I was so naive
It was such a pity
I said now baby don’t you waste your time
Just cryin’ for me
I gotta go away for a while
And you can be free

And baby, baby, it’s my turn to cry
Baby, baby, it’s my turn to cry

I found a job
And you found a lover
He’d been married before
But you needed the shelter
When I told you to have a good time
I think you took me all wrong
Next thing I know you’re engaged
And a kid is coming along

(I’m sittin’ at home, watchin’ the walls
My mouth is parched, my stomach’s tight
You said goodbye, you turned you back
I guess you know what’s right . . .
I’m sittin’ at home, watchin’ the walls
Birdcage mouth, I lost the fight
You said goodbye, you turned you back
I guess you know what’s right . . .)

I found a job
And you found a lover
He’d been married before
But you needed the shelter

And baby, baby, it’s my turn to cry
Baby, baby, it’s my turn to cry

Never Before

Lay down your head and weep mama
Lay down next to me
Till you cross the borders of sleep mama
Lay down next to me
Wish no words of sorrow
Nor whisper words of spite
Let the darkness in your heart
Melt into this night

Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it break like that
Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it feel so bad

Drink some more of my wine mama
Take some more of my bread
There’s a million songs to be sung
But not a word to be said
If I call on the angel of mercy
If I call on the angel of light
I’m way outa line but there ain’t much time
Storm gonna break tonight

Lay down your head and weep mama
Lay down next to me
Till you cross the borders of sleep mama
Lay down next to me
Send a prayer up above to the pure white dove
Flying so high
I think the angel of mercy
Must have heard you cry

Never Stop Loving You

Well it’s taken so long to reach the time
Where we can go on or leave it behind
For better or worse so easy to say
But I choke on the words as you push me away

And every move along the way
Has moved us each in separate ways
And I can feel there’s something
Going wrong

Oh I’ll never stop loving you this life
Maybe I’m wrong maybe I’m right

Well I look in your eyes You never look back
All the sparkle is gone there’s nothing left
But the black

What’s the use of holding back
The best defence is still attack
And don’t give up before the battle’s
Won

I’ll never stop loving you this life
Maybe I’m wrong maybe I’m right
Can’t turn and run when I can fight
I’ll never stop loving you this life.

J. Barnes – EMI Music

No Good For You

Your last Margarita
And she’s standing behind
She wants to be seated
You’re reading her mind

Ain’t it a shame
She’s no good for someone like you
She’ll bring you down
She’s no good for you

Her husband’s out workin’ late
Makin’ another man rich
She’s down at the bar
You can hear the same old singles pitch

Ain’t it a shame
She’s no good for someone like you
She’ll bring you down
She’s no good for you

Well you don’t know why she came here tonight
She just can’t seem to stay away
And you know that it just ain’t right
She drowns her heart and makes her play yeah

Ain’t it a shame
She’s no good for someone like you
She’ll bring you down
She’s no good for you

The ceiling is spining
You need a moment alone
She’s leaning over the table
And won’t stop talking, on and on

Ain’t it a shame
She’s no good for someone like you
She’ll bring you down
She’s no good for you
She’s no good for you

No Sense

Mail arrives in the morning
I’m hoping for good news
Another letter from a girl that I don’t know
Another letter full of no news

You don’t tell me anything
You just go on and on
And you don’t make no sense

You try to tell me that you love me
But we ain’t never met
You try to say you’re gonna be my one and only
But I wouldn’t take no bet

You don’t tell me anything
You just go on and on
And you don’t make no sense

Northbound

Northbound train
Take me home again
Northbound train
Blow that whistle and sing
I left my wife in pieces
My children on the run
I don’t give a damn about the time or the money
Just let me get home to my honey
On the Northbound train

Long time ago
And I’m kicked and abused
Long time gone
I’ve been tangled and used
My hometown lies on the line ahead
You got to drift no longer, the preacher said
You lost your soul in the big bad city
Know you left you wife to the small town pity
Oh no! I never did right
My whole life’s been on a long storm
There’s only one thing sadder than the cold and rain
That’s the midnight whistle on the train

Nothing But You

There’s a woman, Oh don’t you know
Always on my mind
I don’t think that she really knows
How much I’ve tried
Met her one time so long ago
I was so untrue
I was lost had no place to go
And I was asking you
Baby pull me through

Come the weekend, out with a friend
Who do I see
There’s the girl I’ve been waiting to know
Looking so carefree
I was not gonna spoil it for myself
Like the time before
Ask her kindly, girl won’t you dance
Lead her to the floor
Ask her just once more

Baby listen, won’t you listen
You don’t know just what we’ve been missing
I just think of you all the time
C’mon baby just say you’re mine
I ain’t living for nothing but you

Oh this woman, I tell you so
She’s the loving kind
I will get her one day, I hope
It’s a matter of time
Left my number, she said she’d call
Call me anytime
I’ll be waiting, ready to go
We could be doing fine
Just you give me a sign

Baby listen, won’t you listen
You don’t know just what we’ve been missing
I just think of you all the time
C’mon baby just say you’re mine
I ain’t living for nothing but you
Nothin’ but you

Notion For You

Anywhere or time I think about her
Especially when I’m on my own and when I’m lonely
It doesn’t matter where I be, she follows me
And with my friends words, stuck in conversation
Sitting down I feed the revelation
I can’t hear the words
I’m lost in my mind
I can’t stay

She was a secretary
I’d love to sit her on my knee
I got this notion
I got this notion for you

You are the one I dream of
And no one else comes nearer
You are the one I dream of
You never met me but I don’t care

Anytime or when I think about her
Especially when I’m on my own
It doesn’t matter where I be, she follows me

She was a secretary
I’d love to sit her on my knee
I got this notion for you

Anytime, time I think about her
Especially when I’m on my own and feeling lonely
It doesn’t where I be, she follows me
With my friends, words stuck in conversation
A sitting down the local, feed the relevation
I can’t hear the words
I’m lost in mind
I start to say

She was a secretary
I’d love to sit her on my knee
I got this notion
I got this notion for you
She was the secretary
I’d love to sit her on my knee
I’ve got this notion for you
I’ve got this notion for you

Numbers Fall

You ain’t got nothin’ that you need so bad
That you couldn’t give it up for a choice of two
An unseen chance is gonna come your way
Before this night is through

Blackjack, baccarat, matters of the heart
If you’ve just got the money
You’re a loser to start
And you can fold away your dreams as they come true
Dreams come true

Walkin’ down Forbes Street,
Early hours of Wooloomooloo
Chancy games in a hotel room
On Springfield Avenue

And if the numbers fall
And if the numbers fall right
And if the numbers fall
I know all my dreams come true

I know you’re old
Cause all you’re laying down is
Easy gold
You never take your heart uptown anymore
You don’t bleed anymore
The Forbes Street croupiers
Are lookin’ like cashers at a
Black and White Charity Ball

Roll ‘em up once
Roll ‘em up twice
The rustle of the money
And the click o’ the dice
Five-fifty dollars on the wheel
Oughta make it
For six I’ll teach your sister to
Shake it, shake it, shake it

Rich girls, bad girls
Jumpin’ on a fad girls
Cuttin’ things fine is how I first met you
Livin’ outside in the real estate
You know we stake a little more
Than just a dollar or two

And if the numbers fall
And if the numbers fall right
And if the numbers fall
I know all my dreams’ll come true

On the Road

Long ago in college days
You could measure my hand
By the style of my play
Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low
I had little to do and nothing to say
Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe
To my skin and my bones
I just had to go
Then everyday and every time I stayed
My feet were burnin’
You just got to know
It’s a never ending show
Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go

As we slaved out west
On the cotton chipping
For the money we got
I knew we were slipping
But later speeding down the Puttee Road
Our heads were high
And our hearts were skipping
And we drove all day down Wallacia way
For three long days of music and friends
And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies
When the last note died
We hit the road again

And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in

Saturday night and Tony and me
Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea
The Duke was howlin’ down in Sydney town
And when the Duke’s around
There’s just one place to be
And the rain came down
In Pitt Street in the morning
The air was alive with little wings
We slept in the car till the dawning
And we broke our fast like vagabond kings

And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in

Well time goes on
And you ain’t any younger
Your belly gets fat
But you still got the hunger
Your friend’s get married
Your hair gets thin
You want to leave it all behind
And scream I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again….

Once Around the Sun

Let’s take a walk girl
See what we can see
I talk to you girl
You can talk to me
But if you look real hard
Into someone else’s eyes
You can find a soul and set it free

Once around the sun is nothin
I can’t seem to get enough of you girl in my life

Sometimes it’s funny what the heart can see
While eyes can only stare in disbelief
Well there’s a place way down
Most people try to hide
Like a place in you I hope to find

Once around the sun is nothin
I can’t seem to get enough of you girl in my life
Once around the sun will find me
Well any place that you’re beside me here girl in my life

Won’t you come on

Let’s take a walk girl
See what we can see
I talk to you girl
You can talk to me
Sometimes it’s funny what the heart can see
While eyes can only stare in disbelief
And if you look real hard
Into someone else’s eyes
You can find a soul and set it free

One Long Day

City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years,
Bus timetable’ll be my elergy

Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It’s a week-by-week charade

General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace

And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go

Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn’t sleep
Until the first-light struck me down

Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway’s cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stains

People talking in a seaside bar
I ain’t sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far

You know I’ll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
And forget who I am

You go to move
You got to go
You go to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange

And one long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
And it’s allright, you’ve done it again
Soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day
Layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night and you’re alone

Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues

Only One

I believe we’re worlds apart
And I don’t know if I’m getting through
Oh I
I believe we’re worlds apart
And I don’t know if I’m getting through

I don’t wanna talk
And I don’t wanna fight
I’m in the mood for attention tonight
But every time that I make a move
You turn and walk away

I get the feeling
That you’re not accepting
This love I’m offering around
Cause every time that I make a move
You just can’t be found

And you’re the only one
Who can make me feel the way that you do
You are the only one
Who can make me feel it too

And I’m not expected to be your intended
You just like to have me around
A week I’ve been planning to take you out
Now you won’t come past your door

You are the only one
Who can make me feel the way that you do
You are the only one
Who can make me feel it too

And you know that I
I believe we’re worlds apart
And I don’t know
If I’m getting through
Oh I I believe we’re worlds apart
And I don’t know
If I’m getting though
And I don’t know if I’m getting through
To you

Painted Doll

Painted doll, on a painted stage
Painted doll, on a painted stage
She’s just a one-man Punch and Judy show
For caliphs twice her age
Painted doll, on a painted stage

The more they look at her
The less I see
The more they look at her
The less I see
It’s a tricky situation when some
Parasite has got my painted doll
And she’s got me

Lookin’ down Sydney Harbour in the rain
My pretty baby’s slappin’ up another vein
If this is gonna be her final wage
My heart may never see this world again

She’s my little sick salome
And it’s breakin’ me in two
Painted doll
I’ve got a deal for you

Payday In A Pub

I spent my lunch hour
Watching middleage businessmen, readin’ a lot
And dreaming of the things they never had
They make you feel so bad
They make you feel so sad
They make you feel so low

They try to tell me
What I’m doing ain’t right
They try to tell me
What I do ain’t right
They make you feel so bad
They make you feel so sad
They make you feel so low

Trying, crying
Crying about all the lovin’ you promised to me
If you see me, while you free me
Just tell me your leavin’, you won’t be coming back to me
Come back to me

If you see me, free me
Don’t leave me hanging ’round your doorstop no more
I’ve been trying, I’ve been crying
Been trying and crying
Just gotta get back to you
Just to get back to you

Still I’m trying
Every single day of my life
Everytime I try to see you
You step out of line
It makes you feel so bad
It makes you feel so sad
It makes you feel so alone

Plaza

I’ve been living
In the Plaza Hotel
It ain’t the Hilton
But I live well
Holes in the ceiling
Holes in the floor
Wallpaper’s peeling
There’s a nude on the door

Pretty girls
They jump and shout
Cops come running
When I step out
I get some money
When they page me to the phone
You know man cannot live on
Empty principles alone

And who’s gonna judge
The role somebody plays
In someone else’s budget movie
Come on up to my room baby
I need a co-star
And I can’t afford to be too choosy

Pretty Little Thing

Pretty little thing there’s a smoky moon
Pretty little thing up between the dunes
Pretty little thing there’s a place I know
Pretty little thing, lets go

I say yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
Pretty little thing, I want you

Pretty little thing the way you stagger around
Like Bambi gotten lost on a handful o’ mandies
An’ all o’ these hillbillies hangin’ around
To see if you can handle it, and fillin’ their immediate plans with you

Well they don’t know jack shit and for all o’ your
Juiced up, anyone’s, user pays little act
You know you ain’t never gonna fall
And there ain’t no one o’ them’ll ever get to lay their hands on you

I say yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah,
Pretty little thing when you need a ride
Pretty little thing I got the wheels outside

I say yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah,
Pretty little thing you know I can’t afford the time
I get easily bored

Pretty little thing underneath what’s real o’ that
Pretty little thing for the taking deal, well
Pretty little thing you know I just might feel like
Goin’ for a ride in the moonlight and doin’ what I can for you

Don Walker – Palomarr / Rondor

Red Sand

Way out back of the Coolgardie
Round the turn of the century
Two riders came out of the west
They were lookin’ for the colour of gold
Trading on an old red blanket
Took ‘em in a young boy
Passed him on to a pearl lugger
That was Java bound outa Roebuck Bay

The crew were mainly Manila men
And the young boy must have known
He’d never be back now
Down in the red sand

Manila-man got the machete
Manila-man cut him down cold
Die with the Balander boss on a lugger
Could not have been more
Than twelve years old

Looking out on a clear sky
As the sun beats down on her head
A mother alone
Fails to understand
And as the long years go by
Just an old red blanket to dry
The tears for the son
Who’ll never be home
Down in the red sand

Ian Moss, Peter Moss, Cal Curtis – Mushroom Music / Control / Control

Rising Sun

She just jumped on a plane
Paid no attention to me
Gave me no notice
But her goodbyes sure were sweet
Said she’s gonna write
Maybe call me up
She checked her bags
And then she broke my heart
She kissed my cheek
And told me not to keep in touch

I said the Rising Sun just stole my girl away
The Rising Sun just stole my girl away
The Rising Sun just stole my girl
I’m gonna catch a plane and steal her back again
The Rising Sun just stole my girl away

Now we’re apart
I think about her everyday
Well the scuffle of little feet
All round the bed
I’m gettin’ no cards, gettin’ no mail
Tokyo Rose is on the radio
If she don’t come home
I know that’s where I’m gonna go

They’re buying our beaches
Sellin’ transistors
Them little folk look real big
If they think that they can take her away
I’m gonna steal her back again . . . Shake!

I said the Rising Sun just stole my girl away
The Rising Sun just stole my girl away
The Rising Sun just stole my girl
Gonna catch a plane and steal her back again
The Rising Sun just stole my girl away

Rosaline

Rosaline
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, Ah yes I know, what’s goin’ down
They will come
When it’s early
And breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally drowned

Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels screamed
In those evenings
When I promised you my dying days
And my heart hatched its treasons to run

And Ah
These latter days
I’m fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers

Quite at ease
In an armchair
Steaming coffee standing on my knee
I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs
Rosaline
How I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
As they turned you around
And split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies

Saturday Night

Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night

Saturday night’s already old
Walking into Sunday, and I find
All desires are cold
I could walk forever, I don’t mind
Show me a light, your company
Goes a little way to help me see
The path on which I’m bound
Rather than the things I leave behind

I’ve got the keys to the city
Baby
I can feel my luck
I got two days’ money
If you light me up
This heart will shine on

“L’esclavage D’amour
It will be ours forevermore”
Words we both recall
Either from a lover, or the law
Saturday night, my steps have shown
I can walk away from all I’ve know
Goodnight, my friend, goodbye
Remember what they say,
When you’re alone, laugh or die

Shipping Steel

Hammer down the open road
Steel pigs my only load
Country songs are always playin’
He’s a goin’, she’s a staying
Briquets keep the fires burning
Diesel keeps the wheels turning
Hikers on the edge of town
Start off young and end up learning

Shipping steel, shipping steel . . .
Nobody knows, the way it feels
Caught between Heaven and the Highway
Shipping steel, shipping steel . . .

Some men need a family
Need the club fraternity
God’s salvation guaranteed
Mac’s the only friend I need

Showtime

Showtime
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check the vacant drooling faces round the room
Another heartbreak battle
And I’m only getting older
Jesus help me when I say I’ll give it all up pretty soon
Daytime
Time to fight the morning’s headache
Gulp an aspirin bang together one more song
Inspiration cauterised
By years of useeless heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong

These last years
Years gone down to the showtime

Showtime
Try to catch the spark
That got me hooked so many years ago and died
Second-rate musicians
Feeding infantile illusions
Reading music magazines to keep the habit satisfied
Pitching
To some demographic average
What the hell he’s staying home for, I don’t see him here tonight
Thirteen years and over
Tuned to radio between the hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer’s delight

These last years
Years gone down to the showtime

I never knew it could be
So misleading
Waiting for the final song to end
In this dirty nightclub
All the souls are bleeding
Reaching for the big decision
Disco floor or television
Time and time again
You hear the so-called friends
The smug de-facto critics in their movie backdrop cities
Sneering sitdown and listen
Life’s a lonely escalator
It’s a fool who doesn’t know he has to leap off at the end
Well they were never at the guesthouse
With the ghost of Jimmy Rodgers
Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959
And they’ll all be gone when the end is come
And I’m kneeling in the backroom
Crying Lord I’m just a trouper, let me play it one more time

Sing To Me

Nightclub here
Liaison there
I do what I have to do
The habits of a lifetime
They all know
And sympathise with me

My great big plans
Are winding down
We both know that’s nothing new
I’m taking care of business
But without you
It doesn’t sing to me

All night through
Baby it’s you, it’s you
What we had before
We could have once more
Forever,
You’d see

I walk all night
And sleep all day
I’m dreaming only of you
I’m taking care of business
But without you
It doesn’t sing to me

I’m taking care of business
This old world still spins along
But doesn’t sing to me

So Hard

They’re so hard
Women, that is
So hard
And all that I ever know
Of you
Is the damage you can do
And it breaks the other way, I know
It’s so hard

For so long
You were the one
For so long, now
Anyone who denied
Your way
Had to play with the two of us
Now I feel that’s begun to change
And it’s so hard

I believe
There’s a restlessness growin’ in you
And I feel the same
I dunno if there’s a day comin’ soon
That’ll find us alone
Or if that wouldn’t be such a bad thing

All I know
Of you
Is the damage you can do
And it breaks the other way, I know
It’s so hard

Someone Caught My Eye

Someone caught my eye
Driftin’ passed my window
I thought I recognised
A girl that I once knew
Open window wide
Further to discover
If somebody else
Walks along with you

Should I go outside
But would she remember
Maybe she’d deny
Although we know it’s true
But that was long ago
Maybe best forgotten
Time will hold forever
The love we knew

All the laughter sorrow and pain
Awakened deep inside
Another time, another place
When you were mine
Though we will never see that again
At times I wonder why
Now I wonder
Should I call your name

Someone caught my eye
Driftin’ passed my window
I still recognise
The way I felt for you
But that was long ago
Better left forgotten
Time will hold forever
The love we knew

Somewhere In the Silence

Somewhere in the silence
There’s got to be something
So much more
Somewhere in the silence
The answer is there for one and all

Together now
So in love we are one
Oh, I wanna make it
Get inside your heart

When late at night
And our thoughts start to flow
Somewhere in the silence
There’s the answer I know

So many times
We come so close
Somewhere inside
We feel we know

Another night
With memories alone
Oh, I got so many
Of a love unsung

I see your face
Such a sight to behold
Somewhere in the silence
I will find you I know

Standing On the Outside

Standing on the outside lookin’ in
Standing on the outside lookin’ in
Oh-oh, I never strayed outside the law
Standing on the outside lookin’ in
Room full of money and the born to win
No amount of work’s gonna get me through the door
When I go walkin’ down Bluewater Bay
Surface in the city at the end of the day
Oh-oh, I got a bad case of the benz
Standing on the sidewalk you can see
Somebody everybody wants to be
They got the means to justify every end
I had a friend broke through illegally
Pulled a job on a small-town T.A.B.
Five grand down on her own piece of Eden
And I know . . .
And I know . . .

The first thing I do when I get into town
Is buy a twenty-two and cut the whole thing down
No amount of work’s gonna buy my way to freedom

I’m on the outside lookin’ in
Standing on the outside lookin’ in
Oh Yeah!

Star Hotel

All last night we were learning
Drank our cheques by the bar
Somewhere bridges were burning
As the walls came down at the Star
Squadcars fanned the insanity
Newsteams fought through the crowd
Spent last night under custody
And the sun found me on the road

At the Star Hotel
At the Star Hotel
They better listen cause we’re ringin’ a bell
Ain’t no deals, we got nothing to sell
Just a taste of things to come at the Star Hotel

(Here lies a local culture
Most nights were good, some were bad
Between school and a shifting future
It was most of all we had)
Those in charge are getting crazier
Job queues grow through the land
An uncontrolled Youth in Asia
Gonna make those fools understand

Suicide Sal

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal
And not bad for a fella
Six feet two
Her hair bright blue
And no one had the heart to tell her
That she showed no taste
With the makeup on her face
Jokin’ cause ___________
Six feet two
Army boots
Silicone tits and balls to boot

Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid
Could’ve been up for a _____
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

Well her big mistake was
Trying to break some
Fun down in the corner
We had the waitress on the table
She was keen and able
For a private show we corner
Just a pretty little thing with a waist so thin
Her knickers down around her knees
When up runs Sal with a drink in her hand
Chucked it all over our pretty little dream

Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid
Could’ve been up for a _____
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal
And not bad for a fella
Six feet two
Her hair bright blue
And no one had the heart to tell her
That she showed no taste
With the makeup on her face
Jokin’ cause ___________
Six feet two
Army boots
Silicone tits and balls to boot

Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid
Could’ve been up for a _____
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
He’s trapped in a blue rinse cage
Well he’s trapped!

Taipan

Taipan
He’ll get you when he can
Ooh
He’ll get you when he can

Makes his home in a mangrove tree
Sleep plantation family
White man planter, Bundaberg rum
Childhood rattle, trumpet and drum

Stay with me
Stay with me, oh yeah
Until the morning comes

Taipan
He’ll get you when he can
Ooh
He’ll get you when he can

These days, I can’t explain
But I can smell the monsoon rain
Seasons come, and seasons turn
More and more, canefields burning
Early in the morning, the afternoon
Pathways blazed in a mangrove moon
Burning down my eyes

(Railroad goes, Kalamia mill
If the heat don’t get you, Taipan will
Six o’clock, the whistle sings
C.S.R. is the sugar-cane king)

Stay with me
Stay with me
Taipan
He’ll get you when he can
Ooh
He’ll get you when he can

Teenage Love Affair

I met my baby on a Friday night
I met my baby on a Friday night
I met my baby on a Friday night
She said “rock’n’roll me” everything’s gonna be
Alright alright alright

I took my baby to a movie show
I took my baby to a movie show
I took my baby to a movie show
Saw a guy O.D.ed in the third back row
Singin’ go cat go cat go”
I walked my baby down beside the sea
She was white as a feather, high on DDT
I’m all strung out, my baby’s lookin’ old
She’s been drained, cashed, refilled
And now resold
I left my baby in a seaside bar
I left my baby in a seaside bar
I left my baby in a seaside bar

Said you take the kids, I’ll take the car
Gonna leave this town behind”

The Party’s Over

Hey, when I walk with you
The ancient streets, the ancient sounds
That we used to know
All around
Our days were long ago
The party’s over
The party’s over
Baby, in the rooms upstairs
The guns were cleaned but never used
Early middle age
Cut the fuse
Just a cafe society
The party’s over
Yeah the party’s over
Temple bells are all that remain
And the plans we made are now no more
Out of the dreams we knew
Its only you that survived
The long occupation,
Then the war
When I go
Spread my ashes on the sea
Will you remember me
Years away
Cause I won’t be back this way
The party’s over
Yeah, the party’s over

Temptation

Running so fast, trying so hard
Losing a girl who is closing, she’s chasing behind
When I get home I lock up the door
Close the window, I don’t come out no more

Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes

I’ve gotta get out, climbing the walls
But it won’t be too long till I want to be
Locked up again
Driving me wild, being alone
You’re outa my sight and I swear
I’ll go outa my head

Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes

Running so fast, trying so hard
Losing a girl who is closing, she’s chasing behind
Running away, all of the time
Most of the day and all of the night

Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Just pass me by

The Door

Baby baby
The telephone’s ringin’ again
What do I say, are you home this time
There’s somebody askin’ on the telephone line

Baby baby
You know it’s getting me down
The Fatman called, left no message
They get so heavy when you’re not around

Did you see how many, were they driving a truck
Did they come on mean, did you push your luck
Did they offer you a summons, did they offer you a fag
Were they lookin’ for the money for the sugar bag

Hostile city
Running out the door again
Pulled a big escape along Broadway
The man came calling seven times today

Keep on running
Keep on moving around
Gotto get away by the break of day
If you relax they’re gonna pin you down

You’ve been hangin’ down on Dixon Street
Eating Chinese chicken when it’s time to eat
Spending time on the underground
When you relax they’re gonna pin you down

Wake up baby
I want you to hold me now
It’s 3 a.m., time of night when
Robbers prowl
Give me your hand
You know I could not be sure
Oh baby there it goes again
There’s somebody knockin’ on the kitchen door . . .

The Game

“Who’s that on the telephone”
The fisherman said
“Looks like a writer”
She turned her head
“Could be, we’ll see”
Ma ring replied
“There were rumours when he came”

And as the evening fell
Around the old hotel
The stranger left his dial-tone
His place was gone
In the game

“He’s down from the city
And he’s here to think.
He pays his money”
She got another drink
“Who knows, his book
Is closed to you and I
We may never know his name”

The music drifted down
The same repeated sound
“If Nat King Cole
Can save his sole
He’ll find his peace”
The fisherman eased his frame
“If I was asked
Just who’s to blame
To read his past
I’d have to say
She’s a woman . . .”

When all your cards are done
Just leave your share
And make your run
They’ll burn your contacts down
Plans on fire
You know they’ve won
Just turn and walk away
And start again, a brand new day
In lonliness their aim will turn
Against themselves
For one more play
In the game

The Smalltown Motel Blues

I got this old man
Lookin’ back through me
From outa my mirror
And I’m tryin’ to see
Round the corner
Into his bedroom
I know he’s got somebody
Unlike me

I imagine
Her there
In just about no
Underwear
Sayin’ get here honey
There ain’t no time to lose
I got the smalltown motel blues

I can hear a dog
Five miles away
Outside there’s a road
That leads to a road
That leads to a road
That leads to a road
That leads to a long highway

I need a woman
So bad
My time here
Is so sad
And its late
And there ain’t no place to cruise
I got the smalltown motel blues

The Things I Love In You

Sittin’ on the corner drinkin’ my beer
Told all the others happy new year
Told everybody some things
I knew
I knew
Told everybody don’t cry
How this thing with you
Doesn’t really matter any more
Never really mattered anyway
Only I do wonder how you’d feel
If it were you
In my shoes

Could you change, I wonder
If you knew
All the things I love in you

If I had a dollar for every time
I hung out on the corner doin’ time
While you showed another through all
All the things I love

Could you change, I wonder
If you knew
All the things I love in you

The Last Wave Of Summer

On the last wave of summer
I lost my soul to you

The last wave of summer
I lost it all to you

Every thing has a time
This I know is true

I could live forever
This perfect day with you

There’s a cold winter comin’
I can feel the change

It’s the last wave of summer
We’ll ever see again

Lets ride…

There’s a cold winter coming
Can you feel the change

It’s the last wave of summer
We’ll ever see again

This Big Old Car

This big old car, gonna take us home
This big old car, gonna take us home
Gonna take us home, to what we know so well
This big old car, gonna take us home

Gonna take us all the way to Brisbane
Take us all the way to Cairns
Take us back across to Katherine
To the Fitzroy River sands
Gonna see the Indian Ocean
And we’ll turn around and then
This big old car’ll take us home again

(Chorus)

Ain’t got no rattle free transmission
Ain’t no good around the town
There’s no fitted air condition
We just roll the windows down
And slam another tape in
And turn it up and pray
This big old car gonna take us all the way

This big old car, gonna take us home
Gonna take us all the way and back
However far we like to roam
Gonna take us all the way to heaven
Take us all the way to hell
And then this big old car gonna get us home.

Tomorrow

Into the nightside, the city rolls
Rivers of light, a million souls
I’m three days out of Parramatta jail
City of hearts is out of control
Newspaper men are using my name
They hold the power, I hold the blame

An’ I know no love runs deep enough to hide you
When military minds are closing in
I don’t wanna know about tomorrow
I don’t wanna know about tomorrow
I don’t wanna know about tomorrow
Oh no

All last week, I was clutching at straws
Facing the future, forcing the doors
I got death in the hour, life on the run
Or twenty more years under the gun

There’s an eighty dollar hooker
She’s asleep on the bed
TV weather’s on
But the sound is dead
Out in the shadows
They’ve got us in their sights
But I don’t wanna know about tomorrow
She set me free tonight

Twentieth Century

Standing on this intersection
Yelling for my change
Watching personalities
Collapse and re-arrange
Gotta smile about it
Gotta surf it out or drown
In the twentieth century

Some guy selling liberty
You’ve heard it all before
Let’s take some pet minority
To fame in eighty-four
Lots of fortunes and
Reputations to be found
In the twentieth century

Yankees lookin’ east and west
Before they cross the road
It’s Hollywood democracy
It really doesn’t bother me
It’s entertainment, baby
It explodes

Let the K.G.B. devise
Just what comes after civilised
This intersection’s big enough for me
And when I get some change
I’ll disappear
It’s tricky
But, thank God, it’s never organised
I’m talking about the twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century

This Time Round

I watch you slide out of bed
When the night has gone
I watch you tilt your head
The earings go on

This time round
This time round
I’m gonna get it right
This time round

I look at all the years
The chances I had
I look at all the ways I always seemed to find
For turning good into bad

This time round
This time round
I’m gonna get it right
This time round

Water Into Wine

City papers blow around me
As the mornin’ hits the sky
On the ocean ships are waitin’ high
So am I

City sweeper goes around me
He don’t need no reason why
If I don’t seem in a hurry now
I’ve arrived

Come on baby won’t you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
How can I hold back the tide

Baby meet me on the corner
When you hear that whistle blow
If I don’t seem like I oughta
The one you used to know

Come on baby won’t you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
How can I hold back the tide

I’m on high ground
Put this weight down
Of one thing you can be sure
On the ocean ships are sailin’
But I don’t need them anymore

Come on baby won’t you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
How can I hold back the tide

Come on baby won’t you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
Turn this water into wine

Steven Prestwich – Big Bang / EMI Music

Way Down

Somebody tell meWhere did I go wrong
Oh, what a fool am I
Sometimes
You can feel you don’t belong
Wanna die

Way down
I’ve been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
Oh but now I realise

Somebody tell me
That you understand
Oh that I’m not alone
Sometimes
When you need a helpin? hand
Oh I know

Way down
I’ve been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
Oh but now I see a light
Way down

Way down
I?ve been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
Oh but now I realise

Way down
I?ve been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
I don’t wanna go no more
Way down

Steven Prestwich – Big Bang / EMI Music

When the Sun Goes Down

Oh! When the sun goes down
Oh! When the sun goes down
Oh! When the sun goes down

Uh oh, here she comes
Hot shoes and China son
Every boy’s like a loaded gun
Watchin’ her go by
Oil tankers goin’ out to sea
They’re all workin’ for the company
Oh baby, I better be with you

Uh oh, see your thigh
Hot shoes, a China sky
See it now before you die
She’s everything she seems
She’s the Queen of the waterfall
I pay back her mother and her son
What else can a poor boy do, but dream
(Poor boy do)

This crazy idleness
Working through on a tiny desk
Only hanging on ’till the sun goes down
Loneliness, oh loneliness
What she sees, I’ll never guess
And nothing ever shows ’till the sun goes down
Not until the sun goes

Oh, when the sun goes down
(When the sun goes down)
Oh, when the sun goes down
(When the sun goes down)
Oh, when the sun goes down
(Oh!)

Uh oh, round the bay
Taxed lunches, close of day
Young lovers take a holiday
Leaving me behind
Shine on, harbour light
Lead me on through the lonely night
Baby, I don’t mind when the sun goes down
Oh, not until the sun goes

Oh, when the sun goes down
(Oh, when the sun goes down)

When The War Is Over

Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away

When the war is over
Got to get away
Pack my bag to no place
In no time no day
You and I we used each other’s shoulder
Still so young but somehow so much older
How can I go home and not get
Blown away

You and I had our sights set
On something
Hope this doesn’t mean our days are numbered
I got plans for more than a wanted man
All around this chaos and madness
Can’t help feeling nothing more than sadness
Only choice to face it the best I can

When the war is over
Got to start again
Try to hold a trace of what it was
Back then
You and I we sent each other stories
Just a page I’m lost in all its glory
How can I go home and not get blown away

Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away

Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain’t nobody gonna steal this heart away

Wild Colonial Boy

I am a wild colonial boy
My name you’ll never see
My land is ruled by Anglophiles
And forces foreign to me
I do not curse your referees
In boardrooms far away
Yeah who am I to question these
Who plan their final day

I’ve never known the jealousies
The overcrowded pain
I live and breathe the silences
The dust where no man reigns

I’m in love,
I got blazing light
Ten thousand miles of ocean
I’m alone
And there’s more like me
Ignoring the end of their show

And when they shaft my brother dear
And pay him off with lies
I fill my hand with the Union card
And aim between their eyes

And if I smile,
When they crawl around
Too condescending to blame me
I am young,
Baby they’re so old
Gothic, religious and tame

I am just a wild colonial boy
My name you’ll never see
I breathe the silence that destroys
All their desperate harmony

Yakuza Girls

Well, its the last call at the fag end
Of the wrong bar at the bad end
Of the wrong side of a dog town
On a one way road that takes you down
From a shit creek, and back again
The doors swing open and they all come in
From the arse end of a sick world
A bus load of Yakuza girls

Yakuza girls, chicks of doom
Fanning out to cover the room
Smokin’ Luckys, climbin the bar
Drinkin’ saki from an old fruit jar

Yakuza girls, 12 o’clock high
Fishnets all the way to Hawaii
Playin’ karioke and singin’ along
With the key words of a lock’n’loll song

Well, ya get to see ‘em all comin’ through this place
Every household name then forgotten face
Every fucked up, low down, pin tucked, rewound
Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found
Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah
I reckon I’d seen it all, but I swear
I never seen this much potential romance since
Lovelace Watkins split his pants

Yakuza girls, climbin’ the walls
Chewin’ on gum, grabbin’ my balls
And tellin’ me to cough, seein’ how far
They can pole dance off the end of the bar

Yakuza girls, doin’ the dog
With a yo-yo in and outa the bog
Who’s that haulin’ on a rubber glove
Yakuza girls, lookin’ for love.

Yesterdays

Baby, that’s ok, I’ll live to fight another day
Black man, on the ropes
At Jimmy Sharman’s fighting ring
I’ve seen a lot of things before I had the time to sort them through
I’m takin’ time for you

Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now

After all is said and never done
Take a long term view
Everybody blows a few
It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one

Young man, getting old, watching elevators fold
Doctor, you know me, wrap me up when nights are cold
Last night I walked through miles of closed arcades and home again
I’m tired but alive
I know that you are too

Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now
After all is said and never done
Take a long term view
Everybody blows a few
It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one

I’ve worked in better times
When I survived to see things in their prime
I know that you will too

Yesterdays are gone, we don’t need them now
After all is said and never done
Take a long term view
Everybody blows a few
It’s a game, it’s a game, it’s a game and it’s the only one

You Got Nothing I Want

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

I don’t need crying lies
I don’t need stupid alibi’s
I don’t need convertible cars,
And don’t think you can push me too far
You got the money, I got the time,
Nothing better to do, so you might just change my mind.

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

I don’t want to see you again
I don’t want you for a friend
I don’t want you hanging around
I don’t mind just putting you down.
You got the money, I got the time
Nothing better to do, so I might just change my mind.

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need

I don’t have to tell you
How that you should do your job,
I don’t want to have to be the one to shock your happy home.

You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need.