Notes



There’s a guy in the dunny says I sound/look like Elvis

The rain is pissing down from a sky of slate and the Westgate is hissing loud like a dying snake

Am G Am F Am G F G I didn't mean to hurt you I didn't mean to make you cry It's just what happens when you're careless and cold inside

Kinda like Tex Perkins "I can't lie" or whatever it's called

I don't want to sigh/cry and go on all about it History is just a collection of cold hard facts No point in turning over all that old ground No point in putting myself up on the rack

I looked through her drawers for a letter I looked

She never said that she loved me There were no letters - nothing spoken And I could not ask for more from her as she was dying She left notes for her friends thanking them for their strength I didn't want thanks, I just wanted some sign that she loved me

And so I'm left wondering if, in the end, we loved each other This is tough, and will need a tear filled day to explore And I know I will never know, but, at some stage, for truth's sake, I will go there

It's just full of everything that might have been

Her old man was a strong man Now he's shuffles with shaking hands

There's nothing more lonely than thinking of you

All we are is meat and bones held up by dreams that end in groans

We're rolling down to the cold south-west and slowing through Terang It's only half an hour now and we'll sniff the Killarney sea We'll be passing the old volcano down the hill to that salty tang/into the coastal lands Some people say we're made by the land and this is the land made me

Well he's a rat with a gold tooth He has an on-off relationship with what he considers the truth Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth For a dollar he'd call east west and north south

There was a bird in the kitchen. It panicked about as I folded a newspaper and tried to guide it to the open door to the backyard. And then, it was too tired to fly. Or, too scared to even try; vainly hiding behind a broom. I stooped to pick it up, fully expecting it to jolt into frantic flight, but I was shocked to find it in my hand without a struggle. I picked it up, walked outside and plopped it on an outdoor chair. It sat there, stunned and blinking, until it seemed to realise its luck was real, And it stuttered to the roof, looked once around, and then was off beyond my horizon.

I wonder if I'll see it again, If it might plonk on a window sill and tilt its funny head at me.

The clouds slump down like an elephant seal

Everything is dry and crumbling Everything is baked and brown

There's some shoes hanging down from the overhead wires There's someone looking sideways is it fear or desire?

Running shoes hanging from telephone wires

Some people die and come back as eagles Some people die and come back as beetles Well what does karma have in mind for my baby? What does karma have that's half so regal?

Well I don't care if my love is a bird on the ice/in the air Or if she's a fish in the sea I don't care if my love is dog in the wild Just as long as I know that she's free

My baby could never be anything feeble

I wait to see my baby come back dancing

My baby

She said I’m heading off to see what I can find She said I’m looking for a different way She said I’ve got to find a way to free my mind From the prison of the working day

Well I can’t say that I really blame her But I really wish that she had stayed Now here I am looking out up the road Waiting for her shape/voice in the rain

Her

The last I heard she was living in some forest She said she felt like she was fully alive

Tryna keep

There’s too much

Some days are quiet Some days there's a riot in my head Some days are calmer Some days an alarm cuts my mind to shreds I can still see a way through But will there be a day when there's no coming back When I lose my way to the truth And I'm lost in a life sapping cul-de-sac

Now my baby up and gone Feels like time to travel on, to travel on I've got this here old guitar I've got a lonesome song

The working life just gets me down Just pushin all those beans around, pushin beans around I'd rather push against the wind push against the ground

Well sure the city has lots of things to do Stand in line and

Pick a number

Things to watch and things

Oh yeah there's people that I'll miss

If I can't hold my baby I think I'll try to hold

Brown Snake in the doorway

The moon is scratching a soft blue sky

I don’t know my name anymore

Deep dark well

G D Em C G D Am D

I jumped in the car and I just started driving I didn't know why it just felt like surviving Running from the memories that kept coming for me every night i pulled my jacket tighter I wound down the window the night air slapped my face i felt like Id been called a sinner

the moonlight bright and tender

A rambling mess & a glimpse of green dress through the streets & crowds as I tumble.... She is everywhere she is nowhere I see her shadow blur past me as I stumble

E B C#m A E B A She said there's 17 reasons why I should leave you And only 16 why I should stay

People say it's been a year with bated breath like I should care But it's just a number in a square When every day I miss her here

For others busy in their lives Maybe there's a need to cry At some set date at some set time To keep their pain so circumscribed

Or else it is too much to bear The daily waltz with empty air??? The eyeless grin to hide despair The broken phrase when she's not there

In any place or time of day What I now call calm is swept away

despair share

A ...

It's just one square on the calendar scrap of song a

When I moved into Yarraville, it was a Greek village/suburb still With Greek cafes where the men sat around playing cards Greek women in the street or talking together in the parks

I'm gonna be a flaneur

it seemed like a good idea at the time - I'm sorry baby

Adapted from Humans of New York

I died for eight minutes on my birthday and started having wired dreams

you're my favourite waste of time

Hey man what's the matter? Hey man why do you cry? It's nothing really its nothing It's just a memory came up and hit me from behind

We got pokies, beer, we got bowls and functions we got parmigiana T-Bones in double-sized portions We got raffles with meat trays we got prawns and we got scallops we got the greyhounds from Dapto we got trots and we got gallops

Out the back door and jump the hydrangea Down the back path and past the boobyalla

Songs for: Natty Quick Mark Grant - (extroverts in general)? jos dad - 8?/14? - when he rode the family horse and buggy from Horsham to Gippsland by himself when the family moved

I'll be your fuzzy wuzzy angel if you'll be my fuzzy wuzzy angel

Meat and bones

They change the sky, not their soul, who run across the sea (Horace) She said anything important is everywhere, you don't have run across the sea Love, Death, Laughter, Tears and Joy the whole world's here in you and me

VIP Just follow the money He knows where the bodies are buried You got your lawyers telling you what to say You got your police standing at your gate You got your bankers hiding all your money away You got

Well let me tell you something for nothing And I'll give it to you straight

Whiskey is the diesel that drives my motor

No standing only dancing in our street Chickens dancing on the wall in our street I'm still looking out for you But everything is quiet now In our street

My baby's gone to the country I saw her off at the station She was white as

God's name is used in vain again - blood is spilled for giving God a different name

Straight white men No cops are looking at me sideways Smiling and pulling over my car No taxis leave me by the road no-one doesn't serve me in a bar

I'm not queer (as far as I/you can tell) I'm not black (that my parents would reveal) I'm not a woman (though I do like reading books) I ain't no refugee (though I've certainly felt lost)

Only after humans are gone will Gods return to finish their work

Where is my love? Now her body's turned to dust/ash

I'm standing here in Antarctica I feel the ice is moving in The whole world cracks and rips apart I feel my heart knock on my ribs

I'm so tired now with sadness The world is comin in on me It seems that even love can't save us  We're just fragile boats on a jagged sea

This guy walks in with a knife in his eye, like what was I supposed to s-say? He said, //Give me a whiskey man - it'll steady my hand and straighten my aim// I didn't know what would happen next but I could already tell, it wasn't going to end well

Wasn't it only yesterday that we held you in our arms

The old institutions that kept (or just represented?) a more coherent society Were in fact riddled with the seeds of their own fall - corrupted authority that became a well known secret until it spilled out into the open

The Footscray 'Push' During the early 1920s, the Trocadero Theatre was the hangout of a push called the ‘Troc Eagles’. The local pushes roaming about were threatening and they ‘gave the place a bad name’. During 1920, long-standing FootscrayYarraville animosities were expressed in pitched battles between the ‘Troc Eagles’ and the ‘Checkers’, with Charles Street as their boundary. But within these two territories there were sub-districts each with its mob, such as the ‘Moore Street’ push, the ‘Royal’, the ‘Victoria Street’ mob and Yarraville’s ‘Ranch and Cut Throats’. The ‘pushes’ were deplored by respectable citizens, who urged action by the police and the courts. Footscray believed in itself as the abode of clean-living, industrious, and self-respecting men and women.

Running shoes hanging from telephone wires Olympic doughnuts - near the train station The stench of the tallow? from the tanning works?? Buddhist temple on the banks of the Maribyrnong When the Bulldogs are winning - Teddy and The Hawk in bronze in Braybrook Little Saigon Trocadero Arcade

Lucinda Williams - 'If wishes were horses, I'd have a ranch'

If regrets were If wishes were tears I'd have a river to take me

Who would have thought that love could be so hard What we want grows fat while what we get seems starved Just what's yours and what is mine get blurred - including all our scars Until we can't see that we can grow - we just seem halved

After all the plans for freedom we devised We politely sit and curse our compromise After all we've said and shared, it's dead before our eyes And we can't shake it back to life no matter how we try

This love must be the hardest fact to hold It gives us powers that we can't control We claim our freedoms as we pledge our souls We wreathe our dreams around our logic's pole????

In the middle of the night the words come cruel All the reasons hang like petty heartless rules And though there's never one to blame there's always one the fool And all our once sweet dreams are doused while hidden fears are fuelled

Searching for the start of the universe, A Roma in a coma in France after being bashed, children abducted for voodoo rituals in Africa

For Deb

I know a woman ripped apart by love gone bad I've seen hatred in her eyes and the words she spat I've seen her staring at her fears gone almost mad

Chorus

Hey now Deb keep holding on you've got good friends Hey now Deb hold out your hands you'll reach the end Just one step at a time

I saw her falling looking for some hope to hold I saw her turning in the dark and biting cold I saw her growing thin I saw her growing old

Chorus

The world must turn the soul must burn until it's past No word can cease the sharp disease inside the heart Slowly eyes must open to find the sun at last

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