Thursday, June 24, 2004
TERRIBLE BLUNDER - 1991
Terrible Blunder
What would you say, no you wouldn't belive me
I'll say it anyway, hear me!
Listen to the city,
can you hear it sleep?
It sounds like a dream, it can be about anything.
I'll take a leaf out of your tree & just get angry at me
I can't express myself, you see?
Well some call it bad luck, I'll call it destiny
when I fall down, you stare at me.
It makes you think, it makes you wonder
Someone must have made a terrible blunder
It makes you think, it makes you wonder.
Well some wake up on silk sheets, others wake up starving
the news today tells me it's raining
But I've got an umbrella that doesn't keep my head dry,
I'll take it anyway, for conformity.
I'd hate to stand out, to fall down in the crowd
say my name wrong, out real loud.
Well count to ten, I'll run and hide,
you won't come and find me, I'm acting just like a child.
It makes you think, it makes you wonder.
Someone must have made a terrible blunder.
It makes you think, it makes you wonder.
Someone must have made a terrible blunder.
Written 1991 for Havenots.
What would you say, no you wouldn't belive me
I'll say it anyway, hear me!
Listen to the city,
can you hear it sleep?
It sounds like a dream, it can be about anything.
I'll take a leaf out of your tree & just get angry at me
I can't express myself, you see?
Well some call it bad luck, I'll call it destiny
when I fall down, you stare at me.
It makes you think, it makes you wonder
Someone must have made a terrible blunder
It makes you think, it makes you wonder.
Well some wake up on silk sheets, others wake up starving
the news today tells me it's raining
But I've got an umbrella that doesn't keep my head dry,
I'll take it anyway, for conformity.
I'd hate to stand out, to fall down in the crowd
say my name wrong, out real loud.
Well count to ten, I'll run and hide,
you won't come and find me, I'm acting just like a child.
It makes you think, it makes you wonder.
Someone must have made a terrible blunder.
It makes you think, it makes you wonder.
Someone must have made a terrible blunder.
Written 1991 for Havenots.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
DE GRAAF STREET - 1994
De Graaff Street
Get off the bus, walk down the street to the place that you call home
You were born there, but you didn't stay that long.
You got on your bike, and rode the the street
to the place called paradise
With your best friends, on the weekend
well I guess you must have been nearly ten.
And I could never forget their names,
and I see them now and again
on De Graaff Street.
This time you left, you left for real
to the other side of town,
Where it's darker and breakfast
isn't served at quarter to nine.
You could never forget, what's happened before
Nerver forget the long walk home
from the bus stop with your best friends
well I guess you must have been nearly ten.
And I could never forget their names,
and I see them now and again
and De Graaff Street.
Notes:
Written 1994 for my first attempt at a solo album titled "The Canberra Suite", a group of songs all about growing up in Canberra. This one is about the street I grew up in and the friends I had.
Get off the bus, walk down the street to the place that you call home
You were born there, but you didn't stay that long.
You got on your bike, and rode the the street
to the place called paradise
With your best friends, on the weekend
well I guess you must have been nearly ten.
And I could never forget their names,
and I see them now and again
on De Graaff Street.
This time you left, you left for real
to the other side of town,
Where it's darker and breakfast
isn't served at quarter to nine.
You could never forget, what's happened before
Nerver forget the long walk home
from the bus stop with your best friends
well I guess you must have been nearly ten.
And I could never forget their names,
and I see them now and again
and De Graaff Street.
Notes:
Written 1994 for my first attempt at a solo album titled "The Canberra Suite", a group of songs all about growing up in Canberra. This one is about the street I grew up in and the friends I had.
Monday, June 21, 2004
NORTHBOURNE - 2004
NORTHBOURNE
Walk down Nothbourne, the avenue
All the way back to the place
You call,
Home.
You've never called it that before
All alone,
On a cold & foggy Canberra morn.
Pass the hotel, where you earn your
pay that you pass, down the drain
At home,
You've never called it that before.
All alone,
On a cold & foggy Canberra morn.
And it seems,
that nothing ever changes here.
Not too quick
like the traffic crawling down the street.
Pass the old flats, lining the road.
Falling down, in need of paint
and more,
than can be held between four walls.
Just the hope,
that Northbourne offers to us all.
It's the road,
that takes us on our way beyond
a small town's
madly, melancholy bonds.
This one written 2004, and set aside for recording in November. A song about the mass exodus of all my friends leaving Canberra to live in Sydney - me included.
Walk down Nothbourne, the avenue
All the way back to the place
You call,
Home.
You've never called it that before
All alone,
On a cold & foggy Canberra morn.
Pass the hotel, where you earn your
pay that you pass, down the drain
At home,
You've never called it that before.
All alone,
On a cold & foggy Canberra morn.
And it seems,
that nothing ever changes here.
Not too quick
like the traffic crawling down the street.
Pass the old flats, lining the road.
Falling down, in need of paint
and more,
than can be held between four walls.
Just the hope,
that Northbourne offers to us all.
It's the road,
that takes us on our way beyond
a small town's
madly, melancholy bonds.
This one written 2004, and set aside for recording in November. A song about the mass exodus of all my friends leaving Canberra to live in Sydney - me included.
