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DEBORAH CONWAY INDUCTED AS LIVING LEGEND FOR THE 2019 NATIONAL LIVE MUSIC AWARDS

This is the speech I made accepting the National Live Music Awards – NLMAs for 2019’s Living Legend. It was pretty amazing to come out on that stage to a standing ovation before I had even opened my mouth. Thank you all so much, you made an old lady very happy.
Thank you NLMA for this honour which in 2019 marks 40 years since I became a musician. I think my first gig was at an RMIT Archi Review night, attended by then young architecture student Ted Baillieu – he went on to become Premier of Victoria & I went on to do a shit load more gigs!
In early 1980 I joined Melbourne prog rock band The Benders & played for 8 months in a lot of venues though not to a lot of people, I perfected the onstage bosom flash at the drummer to see if he would skip a beat, he never did.
We both got jack of it & within the year had run away to Sydney to form a band. In response to the excessive playing we did with The Benders Do-Re-Mi’s first shows avoided the beer barns and grungier clubs & instead opted for Art spaces. After we were signed by management & record companies & the first single from our debut album became a surprising chart topper, we hit the road big time, around 300 gigs in that year. Wonderful memories of bellowing out Bring The Hammer Down at The Trade Union Club; playing Standing On Wires at the ANU with frenzied crowds hurling toilet rolls at the stage as stand-ins for streamers; playing Man Overboard to 100,000 people at The Milk Festival in The Hague, Amsterdam in 1986 and the Oz for Africa concert at Sydney Entertainment Centre that was televised around the world was unforgettable.
We supported Culture Club, UB40, Simple Minds, too many to remember over 8 years.
And then we went our separate ways.
I launched my solo career in 1989, after a few false starts & eventually recorded what become String of Pearls. It came out in 1991 and me and my band, The Mothers Of Pearl – featuring the late great Peter Jones on drums – cranked up for a year long tour. Bitch Epic came out in 1993 & me & the Mothers (who I should have renamed Sons of Bitches) hit the road again.
Ultrasound was a band project with the much missed Paul Hester & there was more touring to accompany it – but the show I remember most from that year was a duo with Willy (or was it a trio) performance at Melbourne’s Comedy Theatre on the 10th of February 1995, memorable for the gasp that went up from the audience as me & my 8 and1/2 month pregnant belly bounced up & down on the stage – our first daughter was born 3 days later, probably due to the aforementioned aerobics & maybe not curiously now she also treads the boards.
Touring & pregnancy became inextricably linked after that, projectile vomiting is not unknown in both circles & there were a couple of shows in 1997 memorable for all the wrong reasons.
Still the red sequinned dress with the gold mesh cutout heart edged with rhinestones & stretched over my belly was a crowd favourite & the ensuing progeny – 2nd daughter – has become a gifted singer in her own right.
I have so much to be grateful for playing with so many extraordinary musicians that I’ve toured with over 4 decades of live music performance, – from lush Symphony orchestras, to spiky avant garde jazzers, from incredible chamber ensembles to darkly energised rock n rollers, the gorgeously talented participants of the 4 iterations of Broad concerts, the all female revue; the cast of Always Patsy Cline, the concerts in celebration of David Bowie and the countless completely acoustic Summerware parties or home concerts Willy & I pioneered in 2004 for thousands of lounge-room listeners.
There are so many people to thank over the course of a 40 year career & I haven’t time to mention everyone’s name – to all the wonderful men & women who I have ever been in a band with, some gone to G-d, though most still with us; you guys are the best of the best, to all the wonderful artists who have ever said yes to one of my hair-brained schemes; to Dorland Bray, Stephen Phillip, Helen Carter & Keith Welsh, to Michael Gudinski, Amanda Pelman, Frank Stivala, Richard Pleasance, Peter Farnan, Andrée Greenwell, Jon Nichols, Mark O’Meara, Pierre Baroni, Roger Grierson, James Black, Gerry Hale, Dave Williams, Vika & Linda Bull,Jack Spira, Paulie Higgison, Miranda Brown, Deborah Murphy, Erica Hart, Kate Ceberano, Paul Grabowsky & Paul Mason; to my long suffering parents who sent me to a shrink when I joined my first band but who eventually became my biggest fans, to my sister Shellie who has been there through the thick & the thin, to our glorious grown up daughters who have provided songwriting inspiration & lent their vocal talents to shows & records, and to our stalwart fans the Bitch Listers (LJ, Pez, Groubes, you all know who you are) who support our shows & work so hard to spread the word beyond our coterie of followers – to all of you who have believed in our varied endeavours & unconventional methods – huge gratitude.
But let’s get back to 1991. I was putting a band together to embark on an extensive touring schedule to promote my debut album. One guitarist came highly recommended. Willy Zygier was a gifted player with an unusual pedigree having worked as a sideman jazzer for Vince Jones & other luminaries but had also led a number of his own alternative art bands.
He turned down my first offer saying his band had a gig. Not to be deterred & frankly intrigued to meet a musician who would turn down a year’s worth of touring for a single show, I pushed back my tour start date and tried again. We met for tea at my East St Kilda flat next to the Sandringham line & thus began a partnership that has produced more than 10 albums, 4 concert series of Broad, 3 children, 2 Jewish Music Festivals, countless live shows & concert tours and that has inspired me for the best part of the last 30 years. I believe the last three albums we have made constitute our best work so far and I think we have more to say! So tonight while I am absolutely thrilled to accept this wonderful accolade, it must be shared equally with my insanely talented husband, co-songwriter, collaborator, toughest critic, father of my 3 daughters & best friend Willy Zygier.
Homo sapiens have been participating in the creation of live music in some form or other for millennia for sacred & secular reasons. On the other hand the history of recorded music is a minuscule brief 130 years old though it’s had an incredible impact on how we think music should sound now. Ironically with the advent of increasingly sophisticated methods of both documenting and distributing recorded music we have come to an interesting historical moment in our industry, once again recorded music is secondary to live music, it is merely the calling card for the real deal which happens in venues from vast to intimate everywhere. Who could have predicted that, and what a wonderfully surprising outcome. While I have heard some despairing about the decline of record sales signalling the end of music, I prefer to believe it’s only the beginning….
Thank you everyone
Fallen Star
I like to toy with my clients
I like the deals that we make
I like the way they’re so righteous
– So sure it’s not their mistake
You know who, you know who, you know who, you know who, you know who rules the world
They all think they deserve better
They all think their time is now
They all think my lies are prettier
I told ‘em who really brought the Towers down
You know who, you know who, you know who, you know who, you know who rules the world
And I tell you that it’s easy to pass on the blame
I sing the call to do battle
I sing it in the new places they pray
I sing to the best & to the brightest
Cos the best and the brightest are always plagued
We will all be cared for
And those who don’t want to be cared for better get the fuck out of the way
You know who, you know who, you know who, you know who, you know who rules the world
And I tell you that it’s easy to pass on the blame
I like to live near my people
But I like the ear of the king & commissar
I am first among equals
I like to travel First Class
Amongst those who’re sure this time perfection can be built to last
It’s an army we’re building, we’re no longer just fallen stars
You know who, you know who, you know who, you know who, you know who rules the world
And I tell you that it’s easy to pass on the blame
And we’re falling fallen falling fallen falling….hey hey
Imperfect Words
I might have been a teacher
A rabbi or a preacher then
But as the path got narrow
I understood I wasn’t one of them
Not for me
The shepherd for a flock of lost souls
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone
And as I’ve gotten older
I don’t have the steady shoulder I would like
My framework is more fragile
It’s true I’m less agile in a fight
Not for me
A pugilist scrapping on the kerbs
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone
And when I was a dealer
I met people who were meaner than me
They stole my pot my cash
You could say they let me down reliably
Not again
A merchant of magical herbs
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone
They roll off my tongue
You know I got something for everyone
So gather round friends
Come listen to me
You cunts who thought
I lived the life of a devotee
Well I’m a big bad wolf
Breathing at your door
You let me in with these words I sing
You let me in once more
In a life that’s full of choice
I got to use my voice, fate smiled
In my strange chosen profession
I got permission to stay a child
Not for me, responsibility
I’d rather be off with the birds
I sing I sing I sing
Imperfect words
They roll off my tongue
I got something for everyone
They roll off my tongue
You know I got something for everyone
I Need To Complain
Everyone ‘round here
Is driving me insane
All the contradictions are screwing with my brain
I see their lives are good
I see that life is fine
Then they list all the reasons we’re not living in good times
My mother’s old refrain, I need to complain
I need to complain
I need to complain – toast me with champagne
I need to complain
A casual remark
Can earn you the Mark of Cain
And sorry just won’t cut it while the wolves are baying
There’s no hiding in a safe space
And no-one’s feeling safer
Everything you wanna say gets you denounced as traitor
Can you feel the hurricane, I need to complain
I need to complain
I need to complain – bring on the cocaine
I need to complain
They’re shouting from the rooftops
Everybody’s just the same
I’m not sure about the rules but I understand the game
They’re waiting for the pill
That changes one into another
Water into wine, sister to a brother
Well at least that’s the claim, I need to complain
I need to complain
I need to complain – smoke the Mary Jane
I need to complain
They’ve complained about desire
Well it leaves a sodden stain
A man might light a fire a woman fan the flame
They think you can be retrained they think they can rewrite ya
But nature is eternal love will come on back to bite ya
And nothing’s gonna change, I need to complain
I need to complain
I need to complain – find another vein
I need to complain
Everyone ‘round here
Been driving me insane
Recruiting for the cause, every week a new campaign
They say their lives are nogood
They say their lives are not fine
But I don’t believe they really know
What’s coming down the line
Here we go again, I need to complain
I need to complain
Toast me with champagne,
Bring on the cocaine
Smoke the Mary Jane
Find another vein
Here we go again – I need to complain
There’s A War That’s Coming
There’s a war that’s coming but you don’t want to fight
Or maybe you’ll fight me
– Hey that ain’t right
The people in this neighbourhood they got better things to do
They think the Fascists won World War Two
Who do you think is coming?
Who do you think is coming for you?
Who do you think is winning
In the battle for this tune?
There’s a battle going on in every street
And a house where there’s no battle is not complete
The enemy is everywhere he disagrees with you
It feels good
To tear ourselves in two
Who do you think is coming?
Who do you think is coming for you?
Who do you think is winning
In the battle for this tune?
Who did I see you out with last night at the club?
I was warned I shouldn’t let myself fall in love
The people in this neighbourhood
Have agreed to all split up
There’s a war that’s coming & love ain’t enough
Sometimes I think fighting’s all we got
Who do you think is coming?
Who do you think is coming for you?
Who do you think is winning
In the battle for this tune?
There was war between sapiens & neanderthal
Every century since has a ghastly roll call
You & me are signed on our battles starting small
Our melancholy souls yearn
For Eden before the Fall
And the ones who know they know
Are who …
We should fear most of all
Who do you think is coming?
Who do you think is coming for you?
Who do you think is winning
In the battle for this tune?
Don’t You Forget Me
What can an old lady tell you
That you might want to know
What can an old lady sing
If it’s not only the beginning
I give you a piece of my heart
What else to impart
On this well worn path
Don’t you forget me
You won’t regret me
I’ll still sing if you let me
Lets drink to getting old
It’s easy to be seduced
By those sirens’ calls
You gladly hand them your cock
But they want your balls
All I’ve got is my fading soul
And rock ’n roll
That takes it’s toll
Don’t you forget me
You won’t regret me
I’ll still sing if you let me
Lets drink to getting old
The old and the withered
Were once the young and the strong
Make way make way
For the new youth to sing their song
I’ve moved off centre stage
Traded all that for wisdom or rage
Or a little of both
Don’t you forget me
You won’t regret me
I’ll still sing if you let me
Lets drink to getting old
Let’s make some heaven
In this place that feels like hell
Get over here baby
You know how to ring my bell
So it’s you and me
Got our grandchildren on my knee
That’s distinctly sexy
Don’t you forget me
You won’t regret me
I’ll still sing if you let me
Lets drink to getting old
Yours With Disgust
If I told you that I loved you
Would it fill you with disgust
Would you tell the world about me
And put me in the dock
Can I tell you I have failed
Failed as a human being
Failed in holding back lust
Failed in the art of seeming
I can tell you
Oh I can tell you
I can tell you without too much fuss
It’s time to take my leave
Yours, with disgust
If I told you you’d entrusted
The world to mad men
Who trade our gorgeous hell
For a totalitarian heaven
Can I tell you I’ve been asked
To spy for the counter revolution
Would it reflect on my probity
Would I be problem or solution
I can tell you
Oh I can tell you
I can tell you without too much fuss
It’s time to take my leave
Yours, with disgust
If I told you that my parents
Met at a school dance
Young and sweet and innocent
That first blossom of romance
Can I tell you that if you could find
The imbalance of power
In something so pure,
Purity is devoured
I can tell you
Oh I can tell you
I can tell you without too much fuss
It’s time to take my leave
Yours, with disgust
If I told you about a world
Where the good had had their way
With me, with you
And none of us could stray
Which means I can tell you
I can tell you
I can tell you
What I want you to say
I can tell you
Oh I can tell you
I can tell you without too much fuss
It’s time to take my leave
Yours, with disgust
Seaside Resort
I stayed up all night when Ii heard that you’d checked out
From a seedy motel in that seaside resort
The one that we went to together, we weren’t together not then or ever
We did some bad things & never got caught
Truth just the truth you wanted to tell it
No matter whose feelings wouldn’t be saved
You’d call all my boyfriends losers, I made excuses for your abuses
Then you’d turn around & lie about your age
But you got caught you got caught
You seemed too smart & I never thought
You’d get caught you’d get caught
In a bath in a seaside resort
We spoke a week or so before they called me
You were on fire about some conspiracy
Going to court to defend your reputation
Which needed no defending if they’d only asked me
But you got caught you got caught
You seemed too smart & I never thought
You’d get caught you’d get caught
In a bath in a seaside resort
A man for all seasons a saint of lost weekends
My dear best friend, you loved me thought I
But the syrup of darkness was waiting, no hesitating, so captivating
Into the abyss – die die die die die
And you got caught you got caught
You seemed too smart & I never thought
You’d get caught you’d get caught
In a bath in a seaside resort
But you got caught you got caught
In a bath in a seaside resort
In a bath in a seaside resort
Notes On Ten Plagues
I been thinking about the ten plagues
It took ten plagues for Pharaoh to change his ways
And sometimes we need a gentle prod
To remind us all that we’re not G-d
And we’re not G-d in so many ways
Though the story says in G-d’s image we’re made
But sometimes we have to know what’s what
Which is just how much that we know not
‘Cos we know how to pose like kings
But we’re blind to our crucial shortcomings
Which sometimes means it’s hard to see
What is actually necessary
So it’s necessary to free the slaves
And it’s necessary to face down all the plagues
And it’s necessary to shoulder the blame
For this trip we take, we take alone
There’s Not Much Sleeping To Be Had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
In the early hours in my king size bed
You’re lying on the other side
I can’t reach you
G-d knows I’ve tried
There’s not much sleeping to be had
At least admit we’ve given it time
Neither one of us is in our prime, the engine
Was gonna stall sometime
There’s not much sleeping to be had
Your ex wives tell the same sad story
Your eyes glaze over once you’ve dug the quarry, & wander
Looking for new territory
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
I’m like the waking dead
Trying to mend broken thread
Strangled in my bedspread
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
I’ve forgotten why I had enough
I’ve forgotten what we should discuss
I’ve forgotten why I’m so fucked up
I’m so fucked up
There’s not much sleeping to be had
You drive all night in your black cab
Picking up the stoned and sad, anything
But coming home’s preferred
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
There’s not much sleeping to be had
None of our friends are still together
The rule of thumb from which we measure
While none of it gives me any pleasure
I wish you best of luck in your future endeavours
World of Love (from the album Bitch Epic)
WORLD OF LOVE – CONWAY/ZYGIER
6/8
Intro
C /Am /F /D Eb/
Verse
C /Am /F /D Eb/ C /Am /F /D Eb/
Am /C /Am /C /Ab /D Eb /D D7/D Eb/ x3
C /C7 /
Bridge
FCD /F E /FCD /F C /
FCD /F E /FCD /3/8 F /
6/8 Solo
C /Am /F /ID Eb/ C /Am /F /D Eb/
Am /C /Am /C /Ab /Ab /
C /Am /F /D Eb/ repeat & fade
Everybody’s Begging Album Notes
Everybody’s Begging
beggar man keeps company
with soldiers, sailors, spies and thieves
everybody’s got a scheme
beggar man wears his on his sleeve
the priest is begging for a soul
the rabbi’s begging for the scroll
the ferryman begs for his toll
the jelly’s begging for the roll
Oh oh everybody’s begging
you have a lot of everything
you have someone to do your every bidding
and I see you living like a king
but you know there’s still something missing
the dog is begging for a bone
the heir is begging for the throne
the poor man’s begging for a loan
the unknown are begging to be known
Oh oh everybody’s begging
nothing like an earthly hell
to bring out all the-self styled angels
but the ones who spell it out can’t spell
you give them something and they want something else
there’s writers begging to be read
there’s voices begging in your head
there’s blood that’s begging to be shed
there’s hungry begging for some bread
there’s hooker’s begging to be paid
you think it’s fun just getting laid
there’s junky’s begging for a fix
that’s not enough until it is
Oh oh everybody’s begging
we are the miserable mammals
every day’s so hard to handle
the path to salvation’s one long battle
the darkness lit by one lone candle
there’s secrets begging to be hidden
the future’s begging to be written
there’s fuel begging for ignition
i’m a soldier begging for a mission
in the dark begging for some light
in the dark begging for a fight
you can just point me at the action
everyone’s begging for distraction
Oh oh everybody’s begging
everything you’ve ever owned
every place that you’ve called home
every piece you thought would fit
the physical and the spirit
what we are is less than what we’re not
and what we’re not is less than what we want
and what we want is where we’re always heading
and all i see is everybody begging
Oh oh everybody’s begging
Through Your Blood Shall You Live
They were young and looking for employment
This was Budapest in 1944
Sitting in the waiting room in the office of the Consulate
Two young people who’d never met before
The Consul claimed he’d know a cheat or scoundrel
Claimed he’d know just by looking in their eyes
Had no time for foreigners or scandals
Or the authorities giving him advice
Through your blood shall you live
Two young people struck up a conversation
Small talk in a crowded waiting room
Both trying to hide their agitation
Before they lied in their respective interviews
They were lying but there was a kind of knowing
A spark of something undefined
His name was called he approached with some foreboding
But he left the office with his permits signed
Through your blood shall you live
She looked to him to give her reassurance
“Is he the bastard he has the reputation for?”
He smiled and asked to meet her at St Stephen’s
Under the Bell Tower that afternoon at 4
She wasn’t sure why she agreed to an encounter
He was handsome but strolling with a stranger wasn’t wise
Both of them were brand new out-of-towners
But there was something so familiar in his eyes
Through your blood shall you live
He left the Polish Consulate whistling softly
He’d been running for a long time without rest
All he wanted was someone to hold him calmly
Let his guard down lay his head upon her breast
He waited in the Bell Tower Square impatiently
The clock struck 4 and then a quarter past
It wasn’t safe for him to loiter aimlessly
He was about to leave when she came at last
Through your blood shall you live
The Siege of Budapest had not begun yet
They walked the boulevard in the autumn sun
As dangerous for them as Russian roulette
The danger was what they carried in their blood
Her mother her father and her little brother
Had been taken she’d seen enough to know they were dead
Her sister had escaped somehow or other
She survived by trusting nothing no-one said
Through your blood shall you live
What he wanted most to ask was very risky
They talked of this and that and such and such
Would he be the victim of mistaking her identity
In the end temptation proved too much
Now we’re getting to the wonder
The part we’d listen to so eagerly
When your grandfather asked your grandmother
“Are you Jewish?” and her eyes flashed and she snapped,” How dare you ask me?”
But your grandfather sang to her very softly
The opening line of the Shema Yisrael
And your grandmother finished off the prayer that he had started
They fell into each other’s arms & there ends the tale
Through your blood shall you live
Blessed
You fell into a trance one night
Saw the Lord in blazing light
And prayed to him to favour you with wisdom
But all the wisdom was a test
Like all the women you undressed
And rumours of your holiness
blessed? were you blessed?
blessed beyond the dust beyond the flesh
You took the beauties to your room
your songs of love made them swoon
You worshipped at their altars you were shameless
You laid your head on every breast
Every word a new conquest
You cannot love and you cannot rest
did it get you blessed? did it get you blessed?
blessed beyond the dust beyond the flesh
Poets aren’t you all the same
Playing G-d at His own game
Creating out of nowhere out of nothing
The blank page is your nemesis
But the girl who moans against your chest
Lets you believe your press
did it get you blessed? did it get you blessed?
blessed beyond the dust beyond the flesh
I loved you, thought I was the one
Sheba to your Solomon
You were my moon, you were my sun
Now I’ve seen what’s left of your monuments
I read your lines in the testaments
I believed whatever you confessed
Thought I was blessed
Every breath just empty air
Every deed just disappears
The wise & foolish in the end are levelled
All our works a vain protest
Our drowning hearts, our souls possessed
The bad die just like the best
were we blessed? were we blessed?
blessed beyond the dust beyond the flesh
blessed, blessed
blessed beyond the dust beyond the flesh
We Walk The Wire
if we pray
if we sacrifice
if we’re patient
if we light the lights
if we work hard
if we fit in
even if we lie down unprotesting
we walk the wire
and if we fall
we fall to what’s below
take my hand
so we don’t stray at all
let’s walk the wire
if you steal our home
if you burn us down
if you slander our name
if you claim the higher ground
if there’s no war we can win
nor can afford to lose
even if we plead you refuse
we walk the wire
and if we fall
we fall to what’s below
take my hand
so we don’t stray at all
let’s walk the wire
if they fight
if they use their fists
if they kill
if they make arrests
if it never stops
if all your hate persists
we’ll do what we’ve always done
we walk the wire
and if we fall
we fall to what’s below
take my hand
so we don’t stray at all
let’s walk the wire
if we pray
if we sacrifice
if we’re patient
if we light the lights
if we work hard
if we fit in
even if we lie down unprotesting
we walk the wire
and if we fall
we fall to what’s below
take my hand
so we don’t stray at all
let’s walk the wire
Kol Nidre
Before we can start we have to close
Renounce all our vows all our oaths
All the curses and laments to the wrong gods we chose
’Til we’re empty ‘tiI we’re empty as the sun goes down
I’ve done many things I regret
I’ve made a life woven from broken thread
But I want to dance another dance & smoke another cigarette
I am swaying I am swaying in your holy house
Sing for me the slow melody that sets me free
I found a path I found old steps to retrace
As familiar as my mother’s embrace
And I am here to hear the horn, to be with you, to seek some grace
I am ready I am ready I am empty I am empty I am swaying I am swaying
As the sun goes down
From the belly of the whale to the heart of Israel
As Sweet As Battles Won
I was there at the camps
I was there at Babylon
I saw your face at Babi Yar
I am gone baby gone
I felt your breath upon my neck
Smelt your perfume on my gun
I was with you in the olive groves
As sweet as battles won
I was there right beside you
When we sang the workers’ song
I was there when the idols
Became dust that dully shone
I held you in my arms
As you dreamt of old Zion
I’ll love you at the shore line
As sweet as battles won
As sweet as battles won
I was there working for Pharaoh
I lay bruised amongst the stone
I heard of hearts that stopped beating
And I know we all die alone
Yet when you hold me down
With words of love on your tongue
The future is a dream we dream
As sweet as battles won
The future is a dream we dream
As sweet as battles won
I was there for your condescension
I was there to play the violin
I was there to be moved on
Again again again
You hate the fucking Jews
But you always liked Bob Dylan
It’s me that you got now
As sweet as battles won
I was there for your equations
The Lord our G-d the Lord is one
I was there on the seventh day
When you said the world was done
You got other things on your mind now
Everyone’s forgotten about the bomb
I heard your love’s eternal
As sweet as battles won
I heard your love’s eternal
As sweet as battles won
I saw the birth of a country
Saw the country near succumb
I watched them build the Temple
All that glory and then none
I was there to hear glass shatter
As the wedding songs were sung
And inside me a child’s growing
As sweet as battles won
As sweet as battles won
As sweet as battles won
Life’s A Curse
the road was dark and narrow
the rain couldn’t get much worse
we were heading for the border
with a load in the back of the hearse
your face lit by the headlights you muttered something terse
stared ahead gripped the wheel said baby life’s a curse
break your back
on the wheel we’re all on
we push it up
we push it down
we never stop
life’s a curse
we drove all the back towns
every one just like the first
the days were never-ending
every night a grim rebirth
our perfect double act
you’re the doctor, I’m the nurse
we’re saving souls in all those halls that echo life’s a curse
break your back
on the wheel we’re all on
we push it up
we push it down
we never stop
life’s a curse
we saw her in the moonlight
she was swinging her black purse
singing songs of mourning every word in every verse
the ghost of every minstrel with a hunger and a thirst
who know the disappointments who know that life’s a curse
break your back
on the wheel we’re all on
we push it up
we push it down
we never stop
life’s a curse
the road is lined with corpses
wherever you traverse
you can signpost all your failures and repeat them in reverse….
This Song Has Got Me
Now I do this for the money
But I try to get it right
It’s been a way to feed the kids
And pull the darkness from the light
It’s been a way to fill the void
A way to get applause
A way to keep away the wolves
And a way to bolt the door
love me sweet, love me long
you got me in this song
this song has got me
and you got me in this song
Once I did it for rebellion
For the poet in my soul
For spotlights, for attention
Sex & drugs & rock n roll
I did it for redemption
I did it for my needs
I’ll be here til I’m bleeding
I’ll be here when you leave
love me sweet, love me long
you got me in this song
this song has got me
and you got me in this song
this song has got me
and you got me in this song
It’s a way to see perfection
On a road that’s full of flaws
Most times it’s all effort
And rarely am I sure
I bumped into an old man
He had been to where I’m going
Gave me a look of pity
‘Cos up ahead was Leonard Cohen
He told me Cohen struggled
He went and shaved his head
He went and served another
– when all those words did him no good
He went to find G-d instead
& G-d said
love me sweet, love me long
you got me in this song
this song has got me
and you got me in this song
this song has got me
and you got me in this song
What else would I do if I knew I couldn’t love you?
Throw Me A Lifeline
Throw me a towrope ‘cos I’m going down
Drag me to the shoreline & out of this dream
I’m drowning in sorrow I’m out of my depth here
Getting further & further into uncharted sea
Throw me a lifeline
This is the end, the last revelation
The sky is bruised black and the water blood red
I can’t feel my fingers my legs gone beneath me
And I can’t see a future more than one step ahead
Throw me a lifeline
The whole world is laughing
Standing on the shoreline
Pointing & laughing as I choke for breath
the sideshow, the scapegoat, the constant distraction
So much easier to mourn me in death
Throw me a lifeline
They’ve all turned away now, bored of the drama,
Salt fills my mouth & salt stings my eyes
Left to the monsters who prey in these waters
Knowing there’s no-one to drop the lifeline
Throw me a lifeline
G-d are you listening, I can pray louder
G-d if you hear me then give me a sign
I’ll be the beast, I’ll be the sea monster
I’ll be the nightmare, beyond the shoreline
I’ll be my angel I’ll be my saviour
I’ll be the flight that signals the slaughter
I’ll be the hunger the feast & the famine
I’ll be the mother I’ll be the daughter
I’ll be my husband I’ll be my bride
I’ll be the wine I’ll be the succour
i’ll be the widow i’ll be the orphan
i will be reason just keep us alive
Throw me a lifeline
Serpent’s Tooth
Leave your armies at the border
I surrender
You won’t need your slings and arrows
I surrender
Take down your hair my lovely
All the pins that hurt my hands
the sharpness of your judgments wound
you leave me dumb
please still your tongue
leave your weapons at the entrance
i surrender
you won’t need your guns or bullets
i surrender
all my heart is yours to keep
the tenderest of all my parts
be careful of your brutal feet
don’t trample me
beneath this love
leave your armour on the doorstep
i surrender
you won’t need your wall of silence
I surrender
all the sleepless nights we spent
in the comfort of my arms
your tangled legs your warm sweet scent
my pillows dent
in remembrance
leave your tempest in the hallway
I surrender
you won’t need thunder you won’t need lightning
I surrender
you won’t need that moat around you
i surrender
Everybody’s Begging (September 2nd 2016)
Everybody’s Begging
1. Everybody’s Begging
2. Through Your Blood Shall You Live
3. Blessed
4. We Walk The Wire
5. Kol Nidre
6. As Sweet As Battles Won
7. Life’s A Curse
8. This Song Has Got Me
9. Throw Me A Lifeline
10.Serpent’s Tooth
Man Overboard The original sheet music
Somewhere Different
I’D LIKE TO START OVER AGAIN
I’D TAKE MY TIME AND SEE THINGS YOUR WAY
NO WE WON’T RUSH
OH JUST NICE AND SLOW
YOU LEAD AND I’LL FOLLOW
TO SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT
MY POINT OF VIEW HAS TURNED AROUND
SINCE THE PAINT DRIED ON THIS PART OF TOWN
GONE, THE LATE NIGHT SONGS
WE SANG ALL WRONG
NOW I JUST SIT AND LONG
FOR SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT
SWEETHEART TIME APART WON’T MAKE
OUR LOVE MORE FAIR
BUT IT’S DIFFERENT SOMEWHERE
I’VE BEEN SINGING
MY FUNNY VALENTINE
AND DREAMING YOU’RE STILL MINE
SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT
It’s Not The Same Without You
I’M OUT ON A LIMB
IT’S LUCKY I CAN SING WITHOUT YOU
I CAN TWEET OR SQUAWK FOR SHOW
BUT I CAN’T CROW
BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’RE LONG GONE
YOU’RE NOT COMING HOME
IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
NOONE TO BLAME WITHOUT YOU
I FEEL SO LAME WITHOUT YOU
COS IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
I’VE SAT AROUND FOR HOURS
WRITING HEARTS AND FLOWERS WITHOUT YOU
I DON’T MEAN A WORD
AND IT’S NOT RINGING TRUE
I’M COMING UNSTUCK
AND I’VE RUN OUT OF GLUE
I’M STUPIDLY BLUE
IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
NO HEAT IN MY FLAME WITHOUT YOU
I’M MISSING MY AIM WITHOUT YOU
COS IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
I’VE SAID ALL THIS BEFORE
I CAN’T SING IT ANYMORE WITHOUT YOU
IF IT’S REALLY TRUE AND THIS TIME WE’RE THROUGH
I’D SELL MY SOUL BUT I CAN’T GIVE IT TO YOU
TOO OLD TO QUIT AND TOO YOUNG TO STEW
THOUGHT I’D PAID MY DUES BUT
FARWELL MY MUSE
IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
I’M BOUND AND I’M TAME WITHOUT YOU
I GOT NO CLAIM WITHOUT YOU
I’M SO ASHAMED WITHOUT YOU
FROM BACK WHERE I CAME WITHOUT YOU
WHO’LL REMEMBER MY NAME WITHOUT YOU
IT’S THE END OF THE GAME WITHOUT YOU
COS IT’S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
Take Pity On The Beast
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
MAN LIVES HIS LIFE ON THE LEASH
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TIL HIS BURDEN IS COMPLETE
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
I WAS WALKING (MY DOG) IN THE GARDENS
THE DAY RISING UP WITH THE SUN
A WELL DRESSED MAN IN LEATHER TOLD ME
I AM THE SON
I AM THE SON OF GOD, THE MESSIAH
AND I SEE EVERYTHING YOU DONE WRONG
BEFORE YOU IS REDEMPTION
THEN HE BLESSED ME AND WAS GONE
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
IT’S ALWAYS FAMINE NEVER FEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
UNTIL THE SUN SETS IN THE EAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
MY GOOD FRIEND HAD A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
TRUTHS WERE LEAKING OUT OF HER LIKE SHIT
SHE SAID MY WHOLE LIFE‘S A SICKNESS
I AM SICK
I AM SICK AND I’M A LIAR
AND I DRIP SADNESSS EVERYWHERE I GO
I SEE NO LIGHT, NO JOY, NO BEAUTY
THEN SHE SAYS BUT I’M GOING ON WITH THE SHOW
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
ONE DAY SOON HE’LL BE DECEASED
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
HE’S BEEN ROBBED AND HE’S BEEN FLEECED
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
HIS SKIN IS PAPER THIN AND WORN OUT
HIS BLUE EYES ARE VACANT LOTS
AS A YOUNG MAN HE WAS A SURVIVOR
OF THE HOLOCAUST
THE HOLOCAUST WAS HIS COMPANION
A LIFETIME AT HIS SIDE
NOW ALL THAT’S GONE WITH HIS MEMORY
AND ALL HE SAYS IS ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
HE KNOWS ENOUGH TO KNOW HE’S LEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
WHEN HE’S CRUMPLED AND HE’S CREASED
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
I KNOW A MAN WHO DENIES HIS ESSENCE
HE IS A MAN WHO IS NOT AT ONE
WHEN HE SWALLOWS MOODS FROM A BOTTLE
HE IS BLIND DEAF DUMB
BLIND DEAF DUMB TO REASON
CRYING OUT FOR MORE
CHEMICALS AND CRAZY HORMONES
A ONE MAN SELF WAGED WAR
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
IF YOU’RE RABBI OR YOU’RE PRIEST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
LIKE A LOVER JUST RELEASED
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
WE WERE SLAVES IN THE LAND OF EGYPT
WE WERE DOGS UNDER PHAROAH’S WHIP
‘TIL THE FIRST BORN LAY DYING
AND THE MOUNTAINS SKIPPED
THE MOUNTAINS SKIPPED THE JORDAN TURNED BACKWARDS
THE SEA SAW AND FLED
AND THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL
TREMBLED AND WEPT
WE LURCH FROM POST TO PILLAR
REPEATING OUR MISTAKES
IN EVERY GENERATION
WE ALL ACHE
WE ALL ACHE FROM OUR DESIRES
FROM ALL OUR MISPLACED TRUST
IN HEROS, GODS AND SCIENCE
BUT STILL WE ARE DUST TO DUST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
WHATEVER SCARE THEY PREACH
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
IT’S MILK SWEETER THAN IT’S MEAT
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
YOU GOTTA TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
LIFE IS BRUTAL TIL IT’S CEASED
TAKE PITY ON THE BEAST
Lying Next To You
WOKE UP TODAY THE SKY WAS ALL GREY
I WAS LYING NEXT TO YOU
SO HOW COULD I MIND IF THE SUN TAKES HER TIME
WHILE I’M LYING NEXT TO YOU
THOUGHTS COME AND GO JUST TICKING OVER SLOW
WHILE I’M LYING NEXT TO YOU
WHAT WAS BEFORE DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE
LYING NEXT TO YOU
THE DAWN CHORUS CHOIR
THE ALARM’S ABOUT TO FIRE
I’M LYING NEXT TO YOU
YOUR BREATH SOFT AND WARM IN THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
LYING NEXT TO YOU
I’M SPENDING TODAY A MILLION MILES AWAY
FROM LYING NEXT TO YOU
BEFORE THE BLINDS ARE DRAWN
I NEED A MOMENT MORE
LYING NEXT TO YOU
AND TONIGHT WHEN I FALL AT THE END OF IT ALL
I’LL BE LYING NEXT TO YOU
YES I KNOW WHEN WE FALL AT THE END OF IT ALL I’LL BE LYING NEXT TO YOU
Cul De Sac
I LIKE THIS HOUSE
YOUR FACE
THIS PLACE
I ADORE IT
THIS ROOM
MY CLOTHES
OUR BED
I ENJOY IT
AND ALL WE SHOULD DO IS WALTZ RIGHT ON THROUGH IT
OUR SHACK IN OUR CUL DE SAC
EVERYDAY’S FINE
LIKE SUMMER WINE
WE’RE LOVE BIRDS
WE’RE DRUNK
ON DREAMS AND SCHEMES
IN THE SUBURBS
THIS SEDENTARY LIFE
YOU’RE HUSBAND, I’M WIFE
WE’RE ON TRACK IN OUR CUL DE SAC
WE CAN PRETEND
WE’RE RICH
AND SPEND
WHAT WE PLEASES
WE’LL BUY
THE SKY
THE BIRDS AND THE BREEZES
AND ALL THEY CAN DO IS FLY RIGHT ON
THROUGH IT
OUT BACK OF OUR CUL DE SAC
CHILDREN GROW UP
LEAVE SCHOOL
LEAVE HOME
CHILDREN GET MARRIED
HAVE CHILDREN OF THEIR OWN
THE DOG JUST DIED
HE’S UNDER THE DAISYS
TIME DRIFTS ALONG
OUR DAYS
STRETCH ON
BUT LATELY
EACH YEAR
I’M HERE
SEEMS TO TAKE APPROXIMATELY
HALF AS MUCH TIME AS WHEN I WAS 9
ON DAD’S BACK WALKING HOME
THE TWILIGHT SO LONG
THE ROSES IN BLOOM
WHILE THE MOON LED US ON
SHINING LIGHT ON THE PATH
WE’D SING OUT AT THE DARK
COMING BACK TO OUR CUL DE SAC
Spoken Like A Man
I SHARED MY BED WITH YOU HONEY
I SHARED ALL MY PILLOW TALK TOO
AND WHAT DID I GET IN RETURN FOR THAT?
A FEELING I SHOULD WATCH MY BACK
I SHARED MY HEAD WITH YOU HONEY
EVERY DREAM I EVER HAD
I STAYED HOME WHILE YOU TRAVELLED THE WORLD
YOU DIDN’T BRING DIAMONDS YOU NEVER BOUGHT ME PEARLS
BUT YOU’D STILL CALL ME YOUR GIRL
AND YOU SAID –
“ I LOVE YOU, I THINK I DO
I’M JUST CONFUSED, I NEED A BREAK
CAN YOU TRY TO UNDERSTAND”
AND I THOUGHT –“ SPOKEN LIKE A MAN”
I SHARED MY LIFE WITH YOU HONEY
GAVE YOU MY SUPREMO YEARS
I SAID I’D BE PATIENT LET YOU WORK IT THROUGH
A MAN’S GOTTA DO WHAT HE DO
I SHARED MY TRUTH WITH YOU HONEY
BUT HONEY DID NOT SHARE IT WITH ME
I WAITED AT THE CROSSROAD WITH MY HEART OUT OF SHAPE
WAITING, AS IT TURNED OUT, FOR A TREACHEROUS SNAKE
COS YOU WERE JUST PLANNING A WAY TO ESCAPE
INTO ANOTHER’S ARMS
AND YOU SAID –
“ I LOVE YOU, I THINK I DO
I’M JUST CONFUSED, I NEED A BREAK
CAN YOU TRY TO UNDERSTAND”
AND I THOUGHT –“ SPOKEN LIKE A MAN”
NOW YOU SAY WE CAN MAKE IT ALRIGHT
YOU WANT BACK IN MY BED AND MY HEAD AND MY LIFE
HONEY YOU CAN BEG ME FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIKE
BUT YOU AIN’T NEVER MY MAN
I SAID
“ I LOVED YOU, I REALLY DID
BUT I’M NOT CONFUSED, THERE’S NO MISTAKE
“YEAH I LOVED YOU, BUT THAT’S THE PAST TENSE
AND I’M NOT CONFUSED, THERE’S NO MISTAKE
AND I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND”
– SPOKEN LIKE A WOMAN
YOU CRY OUT LOUD A BOO
Say Goodbye To What Is Left
I MEANT EVERY WORD I EVER SAID
EVERY GOOD DEED IN MY HEAD
EVERY THOUGHT I EVER THOUGHT
AND EVERY SINGLE SALTY TEAR I SHED
AND I DON’T MIND IF YOU DISAGREE
JUST STRIKE ME OFF YOUR LIST
AND I DON’T CARE IF WE FIGHT SOMETIMES
COS I WON’T BREAK
AND I’M NOT SCARED
TO SAY GOODBYE TO WHAT IS LEFT
BUT IT SEEMS SO FAR FROM HERE
WHEN WHITE WAS WHITE AND BLACK WAS COMPLETELY CLEAR
YOU SAY I’VE STUMBLED BECAUSE I’VE SEEN
WHITE AS BLACK AND BLACK DARKER THAN A DREAM
EVERYBODY’S YELLING AT ME
EVERYBODYS MAKING TOO MUCH NOISE
YOU FUCKING KNOW IT ALL
YOU THINK YOU’VE SEEN THE LIGHT, WHAT’S RIGHT
BUT I KNOW WHAT’S LEFT
AND I DON’T MIND IF YOU DISAGREE
JUST STRIKE ME OFF YOUR LIST
AND I DON’T CARE IF WE FIGHT SOMETIMES
COS I WON’T BREAK
AND I’M NOT SCARED
I WON’T GET HURT
COS I DON’T CARE
I WON’T COMPLAIN
COS I’M NOT THE SAME
SO I SAY GOODBYE TO WHAT IS LEFT
Into The Blue
ROCK ME IN THE CRADLE
SING A LULLABYE
THE MOON IS BIG AND ROUND AND HIGH
WISH ME TALL AND GRACEFUL
WISH FOR ME TO FLY
AND WHEN I’M ABLE PLEASE DON’T CRY
DON’T COME FIND ME I’VE GONE WANDERING
DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M WANDERING TO
DADDY’S WORKING MAMA’S BUSY
I’M FALLING INTO THE BLUE
INTO THE BLUE, INTO THE BLUE, INTO THE BLUE
DADDY’S WORKING MAMA’S BUSY
I’M FALLING INTO THE BLUE
I’M GONNA BE A BALLERINA
WELL I’M GONNA BE A BIG STAR TOO
I’M GONNA CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN
AND WAVE A FLAG INTO THE BLUE
INTO THE BLUE, INTO THE BLUE, INTO THE BLUE
I’M GONNA CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN
AND WAVE A FLAG INTO THE BLUE
OUT THERE MOTHERS WAIT FOR CHILDREN
TO SLEEP SOUNDLY ALL NIGHT THROUGH
SOON THOSE CHILDREN WILL BE MOTHERS
AND WONDER WHAT THEIR CHILDREN DO
INTO THE BLUE, INTO THE BLUE, INTO THE BLUE
SOON THOSE CHILDREN WILL BE MOTHERS
SINGING OUT INTO THE BLUE
Say Goodnight
SAY GOODNIGHT, DON’T SAY GOODNIGHT
HAVE ONE MORE DRINK TO BE POLITE
WE’LL WATCH THE MOON SINK TO THE FLOOR
WE’RE FEELING FINE, WE’RE FEELING FINE
THE MUSIC AND TOO MUCH RED WINE
SO DON’T GO RUSHING OUT THE DOOR
HOLD ME ‘TIL THERE’S NO MORE SHADOWS
I’M STILL PRETTY WHEN IT’S LIGHT
DON’T SAY GOODNIGHT
IT’S TIME TO SLEEP, IT’S TIME TO SLEEP
BUT ALL THOSE PLEASANT DREAMS WILL KEEP
I‘D RATHER HANG AROUND WITH YOU ALL
THE LATE SHOW’S DONE, THE LATE SHOW’S DONE
WE’VE SCREWED AROUND WE’VE HAD SOME FUN
BUT CURTAINS ALWAYS HAVE TO FALL
HOLD ME TIL THERE’S NO MORE SHADOWS
I’M STILL PRETTY WHEN IT’S LIGHT
SO STAY WITH ME TONIGHT
IT’S DEFINITELY QUITE WRONG
TO SAY GOODNIGHT
THE LATE SHOW’S DONE, THE LATE SHOW’S DONE
WE’VE FOOLED AROUND WE’VE HAD SOME FUN
NOW THE CURTAIN MUST COME DOWN.
Album Notes
The Writing’s On The Wall
Throw them overboard
Loose the safety cord
All my deep beliefs
My ballast in this life
Has weighed me like a chain and ball and kept me pinned to certainties long gone
And the writing’s on the wall
Sold my soul today
Got a pocketful of change
Almost what it’s worth
On current currency exchange
My prayer went up to G-d, where’s my love, my fame, my talent that should have come from up above?
All I get is writing on the wall
It’s started getting cold
I can see my breath like smoke
It reminds me of New York
When you used to love me back
And we’d walk and talk for hours through those graffitied streets and the giant holes that once were world trade towers
We never saw the writing on the wall
I am numbered, I am weighed, I am found to be wanting –
In the balance I am lame and insensitive to other people’s pain
Back in 6BC
There was a conqueror’s feast
Where Belshazzar held court
Amongst one thousand lords
They drank from stolen cups toasting their false gods until that disembodied claw
Put the writing on the wall
He thought he had it all
Just pride before the fall…
G-d
I am the creator, the violator
Of your natural law
I am pure vengeance, the death sentence
Happy to destroy
Send in the plagues, the flood, send fire
I never tire of misery
I’ll slay your first born, I’ll slay your second born
I’ll make it easy to believe
I’ve done it before
I can do it again
Let’s start with you atheists, a good way to begin
I am, I will, I do, I see
I am the code, the secret road
To your hidden soul
I am the noise and I am the poison
That will take you all down
Here is the pestilence, don’t want to talk sense
To anyone here
I’m not forgiveness, nor am I kindness
Or justice, just fear
I made the world
And I make the rules
You think there aren’t any, you’re fools
I am, I will, I do, I see
Light your candles, bend your knee, lift your eyes and cry again
Why me, why me
No hiding friend, we’re at the end
I’ve predetermined destiny
Too late for prayers, you think I care?
I’m gonna blow you to smithereens
I’ve done it before
I can do it again
Hear it coming, the day of reckoning
I’ve done it before
I can do it again
I’ll still be here after Armageddon
I am, I will, I do, I see
In every generation
I help a nation to fall
Book Of Life
Blow the horn blow the horn
Give a voice to all the mournful souls who search to be reborn tonight
Forgiveness like the sharpest knife
Oh G-d inscribe me in the Book of Life
I’ve been hungry since before the dawn
Everybody’s empty but it’s not for food
Everybody’s praying here to be rescued
Examining our sins it’s hard not to conclude
We’re screwed
The worlds in flames these maddened days of black and white
No shades of grey to keep at bay the darkest night
There’s never been a song that could save a life
Blow the horn blow the horn….
Tired and full of uncried tears I still can’t shed
Stored up with the unsaid things we never said
You wanted forgiveness I wasn’t ready yet
Now you’re dead
For all the souls who lost themselves I sing for you
Apart from that there’s nothing more that I can do
And though I know it’s useless it kind of helps me through
Blow the horn blow the horn….
I want to see my children out in the world
Grown into women from little girls
Why didn’t you want that too?
The older you get the more friends you lose
Next year I won’t disappear in fire or flood
Next year I’ll still be here to do some good
I won’t be taken by pills or thrills or wine
I should be doing fine
Blow the horn blow the horn….
East Of Eden
She turned round and said, “I’ve had enough
Of sleeping rough I want more from life,
This is not Paradise”
They were sitting on the bus, and heading west
He felt a mess but kind of blessed
Like they were man and wife
They’d first met on one defining evening
When the moon hung low and heavy in the air
And everything around them seemed enchanted
While they held on and laid each other bare
He pushed back his seat and checked the stars
Did life on Mars make more sense than this?
He was kind of hoping she’d reveal a secret stash,
Plan something rash, a mad dash to cash her chips in
But she was saying nothing
He remembered music from his childhood
Tried to hum it with the engine’s low tattoo
He was hoping she knew what she was doing
Cos he realised he didn’t have a clue
It’s worth a try, it’s worth a try
And if we don’t fall we’re going to fly
To a great height
3am and they’re still on the bus
And all that gloss of taking off
Has worn a little thinner
We know being poor is crap it lays a trap
For every sap who thinks that happiness
Fills you more than dinner
He leant across to be a little closer
She turned her back and shifted in her seat
She was dreaming of another happy ending
And waking up would only mean defeat
It’s worth a try, it’s worth a try
And if you don’t fall you’re going to fly
To a great height
Only a poor boy with an open heart
Could find himself on top of the world
With nowhere to go but down
He learnt in bible class the world was made
In just six days and on the seventh
G-d stood back to marvel
Then Eve and Adam really screwed things up
And all for what was never worth much
A lousy piece of strudel
He thought about his sleeping companion
All she wanted was to exit gracefully
They had entered from opposite directions
Both drawn by the apple on the tree
It’s worth a try, it’s worth a try
Cos if they don’t fall they’re going to fly
To a great height
The bus stops before dawn he feels torn
‘tween what’s behind and what’s before him
The desert is so quiet
The driver fills the tank the diesel stank
He wanders off to smoke a fag
And dream of things he hasn’t tried yet
She’d only offered something that he wanted
A chance to really see things as they are
But his vision’s gone all misty round the edges
And he lets the bus leave him in the dark
It was worth a try, was worth a try
Cos if we didn’t fall we were going to fly
To a great height
Third Time Down
The drought broke hard without much warning, it rained, rained, rained
Floods filled the pretty parks, houses and cars float away
First time the water closes over I’m going down
Second time all my sins forgiven
Redemption on the third time down
To Postman’s Ridge, below the mountain, the torrent roared
Covered everything, the devil himself could have done no more
First time the water closes over I’m going down
Second time all my sins forgiven
Redemption on the third time down
Creeks turn to seas
People lost in disbelief
I was held by the tide but now I am released
Close the doors, lock all the windows, it’s wet outside
Turn on the radio, you can pray but I’d rather dance tonight
Nothing Tastes The Same
I been looking out of my window
Late at night
See couples on the street
Distracting me while I’m trying to write
Lovers trying out a slow waltz
I remember that game
Makes me sick to the stomach
‘cos nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
I don’t know what’s changed
But nothing tastes the same
No nothing tastes the same
I been hearing all about you
People think I want to know
The phone is off I lock the door
Pretend there’s no one home
But downstairs they’re playing love songs
And drinking champagne
That stuff sticks in my throat
‘cos nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
I don’t know what’s changed
Nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
I’m drunk before I drink, I’m full before I eat
I can’t stay awake by day and night times I can’t sleep
And all the sweets are bitter and all the bitters sweet
I been thinking on fallen emperors
And once mighty empires
Tables laid for feasting
Everything they desired
But it all comes to nothing
I know about that pain
When all that’s left is hollow
You don’t care about tomorrow
‘cos nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
I don’t know what’s changed
Nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
It’s a crying shame
That nothing tastes the same
Nothing tastes the same
Outside Of Zion
Falling at your feet
Coming apart slowly
I kneel before you now
Asking forgiveness for all that I’ve done
Standing outside of Zion
The Lord writes better tunes
I pray for some guidance
My work is rough and rude
There was a time when I heard your song
It rang out so sweetly, and I sang along
And it’s still in my head, playing 1 2 3 1
Standing outside of Zion
Every mistake that I made
I’d make them all over again
‘cos all of those wrong turns and stumbles I took
Let me glimpse perfection
I dreamt the Promised Land
But I’ve lost my way lately
And I don’t know how this ends
There have been times when my faith was strong
There have been times when I got it all wrong
And there have been days when the people were crying
Lord were you lying
Leaving us standing outside of Zion
Too Loud
Too loud, too pushy, too smart, too brash
You’re a schemer, you’re a plotter, you deserve what you get
Pack your bags again, time to move on
You’re not welcome friend, get gone, gone
You’re the headline, you’re the subtext, you’re the reason we’re awash
You’re the other, you’re the other and it’s always your fault
Pack your bags again, time to move on
You’re not welcome friend, get gone, gone
Change your name again, find another trade again
Go back to where you came from
You’re a spy, an infiltrator, you’re always underfoot
And where the hell is your messiah you keep banging on about?
Pack your bags again, time to move on
You’re not welcome friend, get gone, gone
Shove your moral stances, let go of my finances
No more second chances for you
Take your book for what it’s worth
Your children will wander the earth
Exiled and cursed for what you do
You’re a victim, you’re a whiner, you’re the most vilified
You unite the rest of us to hate that you survive
Pack your bags again, it’s time to move on
You’re not welcome friend, get gone, gone
And when you rise in self-defense, build yourself a brand new fence
We’ll force you to recompense your foes
‘cos you keep getting greedier
You own Hollywood and the media
You assimilate like a chameleon but you show
You’re a bleeding hearted socialist you’re a Neo-Con with an iron fist, you’re a
coward and a recidivist
And you think, you think you’re chosen
At The Western Wall
It’s just a prayer
Don’t expect too much
You weren’t there
Are you ever there at all?
Heard a siren
Mistook it for your cry
I ran to find you
I’d forgotten that you’d died
Loneliness is the home
The way things fall
I dreamt you were alone
At the Western Wall
I took a walk
The wind was blowing from the south
I can’t get warm
And I can’t hold you close
The cracks in the stones
The hand written notes
The sound of prayers
The stories of ghosts
Loneliness is the home
The way things fall
I dreamt you were alone
At the Western Wall
Loneliness is the home
The way things fall
I dreamt you were alone
There was no way on
The desert shifts and moans
As it shrouds the sun
The dust is in our mouths
This dream is done
It’s just a prayer
Some old sad words
Sung into the air
I pray somewhere you heard
I Used To Know You
Outside my window sits a stone statue
A boy dressed in lichen his head in his hands
Under the maple, dead leaves all round him
Reminds me of you now you’re gone
So many memories, we’re always laughing
Nothing too serious until it was
But that’s not how I knew you
And what I come back to
Is maybe I never knew you at all
Saw you grow child to man
Fearless and deluded
I used to know you
But who the hell were you?
To leave us all living
To cry at your graveside
Just a stone statue I never knew at all