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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Wild thing
you make my heart sing, all right
well you make everything groovy babe
c'mon, c'mon ,wild thing
say wild thing, I think I love ya
I wanna know for sure
C'mon gimme your loven'
I love ya
Wild thing you make my heart sing, thank ya all
well you make everything groove babe.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
c'mon
woooo
arrrrgh
woooo
oooohh aaaaa.
Wild thing you make my heart sing thank ya all
well you make everything groovy babe, c'mon, c'mon,
wild thing
aoooo
Wild thing you make my heart sing, thank ya all
well you make everything groove babe.
C'mon, c'mon, wild thing listen to this babe
Say wild thing I think you moved me I wanna know for
sure
Just come here babe and give it to me on the floor here
oooo
Willllllllllld shake shake shake shake wild thing lord
shake, shake, shake
wild thing lord lord lord lord aoooo lord
aoooooooo
baby, all right all allllll
Listen wooooo willld
aooo alll alll allll alll right
Somebody tell me
Where 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
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
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 auto-bahn 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
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
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
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
Taipan
He'll get you when he can
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
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
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
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 the stage
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 the stage
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 the stage
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
I'm standing in the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
I'm a primate
I feel no pain got no iphone
Pluggin' into my brian I'm hanin' 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
Insteda hangin' here, looking for a rhyme
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, watchubg 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
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 in 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
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
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
CHORUS
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
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
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
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 that I want
She makes my world feel good to me
We turn on in the most peculiar places
Many people turn with bowed red faces
We don't care what they think all the same
I know I got
My Baby, My Baby
My Baby now.......Yeeeeaaaaah
Yeah, She's all that I need
Hanging around
She's all that I want
She makes my world feel good to me
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
I know I got
My Baby, My Baby
My Baby, Yeah..... Oh oh oh
Talkin bout, My Baby
She's My Baby
My Baby now now oh oh oh
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
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
Surfboards through the turnstiles
Speedboats on the bay
All around the seagulls scream
Children out to play
The ferry sits like a holiday
As the harbours heaves and sweats
Like the faded jeans and tubetops
On the Manly surf-nymphets
On the beach I'm called aparral
In the west I'm a fast young fool
In the church I'm irresponsible
In the clubs I'm called uncool
Well youth is my advantage
Anonymity my reward
While the world's being measured
For a uniform
It's my luxury to be ignored
Misfit, baby misfit
I roll it round my mind
They tear apart this teenage heart
To see what they might find
Misfit, baby misfit
I roll it round my mind
Last long weekend we were hoonin' around
Had a party round at Monica's place
She played Mozart with my feelings
And havoc with my face
And the working woman in the house next door
Rang the police around ten
She'd give twenty years off the end of her life
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
"Merry-Go-round"
Written by Don Walker
Performed by Cold Chisel
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
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
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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-day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
I saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
And she was lined, and I was home to a lucky land
She was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, until 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 from 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 worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know 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
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
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
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
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 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
Bay 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 wont have no need to go
My work is done, this is my time
And there's somewhere I need to go
Maybe one day we'll find
We wont 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
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
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
Hold Me Tight
Cold Chisel
(Twentieth Century)
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
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
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
Ghost Town
Cold Chisel
(Twentieth Century)
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
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
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 loneliness
Wrap it up in some tenderness
Send it off to some emptiness
With all my love
'cause 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 want to be forever
Just the way they want to be forever
Tell me it will always be
Forever now
Take a whole life's loneliness
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
Flame Trees - by Cold Chisel.
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Written by Steve Prestwich/Don Walker
From "Twentieth Century"
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotton feeling of her
Time to book a room and stay tonight.
Number one is to find some friends to say "You're doing wel..."
After all this time you boys look just the same."
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels,
And settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?".
Number three is never say her name.
And 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 Oh! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, at a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies.
And there's a girl, she's falling in love, near where the pianola stands..
With a young local factory auto-worker, just 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.
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
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 in 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 gonna be an individual
Everybody else is, too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you
Ah yeah, all I wanna be is idiot free and outta here with you
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
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
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
Words and Music by Don Walker.
Once I smoked a Danneman cigar,
I drove a foreign car,
But baby that was years ago;
I left it all behind,
I had a friend, I heard she died,
On a needle she was crucified,
Baby that was years ago.
I left 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,
Baby I don't need your love
I don't need your love.
Baby you can shout at me,
But can't meet my eyes,
I don't really need your love,
I don't 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 a beach drinkin' rocket fuels, oh yeah!
Spent the whole night breaking all the rules, oh yeah!
Mendin' 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, yeah!
Well anytime you wanna find me find me,
I don't have a telephone,
I'm another world away,
But I'll always feel at home, with my
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
come-on, come-on,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
come-on, come-on,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
I left her for my, my my,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on,
Build This Love
Cold Chisel
(Twentieth Century)
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
Words and Music by Don Walker.
Campbell lane,
And thru' the window curtain rain,
Long night gone, yellow day,
The speed shivers melts away.
Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
Hey! Anne-Maria,
It's always good to see her,
She don't smile a flirt,
She just wears that mini-skirt,
Drunks come in
A paper bag Brandivino,
Dreams fly away
as she pulls another capucino.
Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
At Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
Breakfast at Sweethearts, ye-ah ye-e ye-e yeah.
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
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue
sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna
flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl,
Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in
Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the
river).
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy,
she's gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up
the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down
alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen,
roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Big River, more than me.
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue
sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna
flood you Big River.
I'm Losin' myself nightly
'Cause No-one's tellin' me just where you are
You 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 ya
I look around and you'll be gone
Be gone, well.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
When you were a young girl, did you have a rag doll
The only doll you've ever owned
Now I'll love you just the way you loved that rag doll
Only now my love has grown
It gets stronger as the river flows
Deeper baby, haeven knows
Higher, as it goes
Do I love you, my oh my
River deep, mountain high, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I love you, would I cry
Oh I love you baby, baby, baby, baby
When you were a young girl, did you have a puppy
That always followed you around
Well I'm gonna be as faithful as that puppy
No I'll never, never let you down
Cos it gets stronger as the river flows
It gets deeper baby, heaven knows
It gets higher, so much higher, as it goes
Do I love you, my oh my
River deep, mountain high, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I love you, would I cry
Oh I love you baby, baby, baby, baby
I love you baby like a flower loves the spring
I love you baby like a wrong man likes the sin
I love you baby like a schoolboy likes his pie
And oh I love you baby, River deep, mountain high
Do I love you, my oh my
River Deep, Mountain High, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I love you, would I cry
Oh I love you baby, baby, baby, baby
Do I love you, my oh my
River Deep, Mountain High, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I love you, would I cry
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
Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it break like that
Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it feel so bad
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
Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it break like that
Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it feel so bad
Oh-oh Never Before, Never Before did it break like that
Words and Music by Don Walker.
Campbell lane,
And thru' the window curtain rain,
Long night gone, yellow day,
The speed shivers melts away.
Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
Hey! Anne-Maria,
It's always good to see her,
She don't smile a flirt,
She just wears that mini-skirt,
Drunks come in
A paper bag Brandivino,
Dreams fly away
as she pulls another capucino.
Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
At Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
Six o'clock I'm going down,
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town.
Breakfast at Sweethearts, ye-ah ye-e ye-e yeah.
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
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
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
"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
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
I hear the whistle blowin', must be ten o'clock (don't let go, don't let go)
Come on now baby, said it's time to rock (don't let go, don't let go)
You've got me jumpin' like a kangaroo (don't let go, don't let go)
Come on now baby, don't you fail with me (don't let go, don't let go)
Ooh-eee - this feelin' is killin me
Ah shucks - I wouldn't stop for a million bucks
I love you so - so hold me tight but don't let go
Hold me mama and don't let go
Seize me darlin' and don't let go
Well, thunder, lightnin', wind and rain (don't let go, don't let go)
Love is pumpin' through my brain (don't let go, don't let go)
You've been tryin' to give me the sign (don't let go, don't let go)
'Cause you been keepin' your lips from mine (don't let go, don't let go)
Ooh-eee - this feelin' is killin' me
Ah shucks - I wouldn't stop for a million bucks
I love you so - so seize me mama but don't let go
Show me mama and don't let go
Seize me darlin' and don't let go, woh
Woh-woh-woh
Well, hound dog crawlin' up the side of the hill (don't let go, don't let go)
Her love is runnin' him through the mill (don't let go, don't let go)
You can't help but keep it away (don't let go, don't let go)
I'll be climbin' up that hill today (don't let go, don't let go)
Ooh-eee - this feelin' is killin' me
Ah shucks - I wouldn't stop for a million bucks
I love you so - I said hold me tight but don't let go
Hold me mama and don't let go, seize me darlin' and don't let go
Hold me mama and don't let go, seize me darlin' and don't let go
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
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
Words and Music by Don Walker.
Once I smoked a Danneman cigar,
I drove a foreign car,
But baby that was years ago;
I left it all behind,
I had a friend, I heard she died,
On a needle she was crucified,
Baby that was years ago.
I left 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,
Baby I don't need your love
I don't need your love.
Baby you can shout at me,
But can't meet my eyes,
I don't really need your love,
I don't 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 a beach drinkin' rocket fuels, oh yeah!
Spent the whole night breaking all the rules, oh yeah!
Mendin' 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, yeah!
Well anytime you wanna find me find me,
I don't have a telephone,
I'm another world away,
But I'll always feel at home, with my
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
come-on, come-on,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
come-on, come-on,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
I left her for my, my my,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Cheap wine and a three-day growth,
Come-on,
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
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-day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
I saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
And she was lined, and I was home to a lucky land
She was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, until 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 from 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 worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
You know 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
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
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
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
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
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
Until my verdict fell
Four walls, wash basin, 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, wash basin, prison bed
I love to march while some Nazi calls the time
Who'd wanna go home
I can't see and I can't hear
They've burnt out all the feelings
I've never been so crazy, and it's just my second year
Four walls, wash basin
Four walls, wash basin