Oh Dadda what should I do
Can't seem to get it on with you
I've been nightclubbing
But it hurt my ears
Did you feel my tears
I've been radio dubbing
but now I've lost the keys
Been over land and seas
It was dirty and filthy and wierd
the old man grew a beard
I've been bird watching
botany sketching
and I've known fear
Drove into a rear
It's close but is it near
This courtesan is dear
I went to the garden
I went to the zoo
I went to the beach
looking for you
I went to India
I went to Italy
I went to Paris
I smoked some charis
I haven't got an obsession
with building houses
or making babies
I'm just picking daisies
I'm not a hound
I just float around
enjoying all the sights and the sounds
I've seen and heard
The big bad word
The wild things
And I've probably sinned
I wrote to the Queen
But I didn't get invited
For a cup of tea
What can you
Do for me?
Oh dadda what can I do
my heart aches
and I feel so blue
It's not all about having a pretty face
We could go to the park and have a race
Or I can just go to outer space
People 'll say that's awesome
And I'll say I did it
I went to outer space
I looked out the window and saw the stars
and it was so ace!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Children of the baby boomers.
Guitars masters moving faster
Charming raindrops on my chin
Go to the beach
And bare your skin
Tell me please
Why do we sin
Fine sunny days of walking faster
say hello
To your foster mother
make a loaf of bread
and eat it with oysters
and beer, to wash it down with
Scratch your heart like a crybaby
Snake around like a she lady
lose perspective and go out with anyone
The Buddha says we're all just one
Keep a file on the fun
Hold your parasol up to the sun
Climb the hill and nearly die
From not warming down
But please don't cry
You seem to be
a little bit shy
Just don't ask me why
I'm fine, fine I say
spoil my thing
and go to think
Tie me up
To the kitchen sink
Hearts of heaven
Days of gold
Kissing cousins
In days of old
Play a card
and play it straight
Not ever taking the bait
Ties of love
and friends of hope
rent a car
and drive me crazy
Guess I'm in love but lazy
Pornography and lies so tasty.
Charming raindrops on my chin
Go to the beach
And bare your skin
Tell me please
Why do we sin
Fine sunny days of walking faster
say hello
To your foster mother
make a loaf of bread
and eat it with oysters
and beer, to wash it down with
Scratch your heart like a crybaby
Snake around like a she lady
lose perspective and go out with anyone
The Buddha says we're all just one
Keep a file on the fun
Hold your parasol up to the sun
Climb the hill and nearly die
From not warming down
But please don't cry
You seem to be
a little bit shy
Just don't ask me why
I'm fine, fine I say
spoil my thing
and go to think
Tie me up
To the kitchen sink
Hearts of heaven
Days of gold
Kissing cousins
In days of old
Play a card
and play it straight
Not ever taking the bait
Ties of love
and friends of hope
rent a car
and drive me crazy
Guess I'm in love but lazy
Pornography and lies so tasty.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Venus and Mars
Venus and Mars
Valentines and Stars
Snowflakes and starfish
Over the bridge
Birthdays and Christmas
Sweet chocolate biscuits
presents for childers
Across the way
Flowers and Kisses
Bobtails and misses
Long flowing hair
Lights at the street fair
Fairy floss and ice cream
Sweet tummy feeling
Santa clauses fleeting
A young woman weeping
A long day of drinking
Leaving you thinking
of a melody tinkling
through the air
And the smell of you
Of bunny rabbits and mice
of hay and soap and spice
will you be mine tonight?
Valentines and Stars
Snowflakes and starfish
Over the bridge
Birthdays and Christmas
Sweet chocolate biscuits
presents for childers
Across the way
Flowers and Kisses
Bobtails and misses
Long flowing hair
Lights at the street fair
Fairy floss and ice cream
Sweet tummy feeling
Santa clauses fleeting
A young woman weeping
A long day of drinking
Leaving you thinking
of a melody tinkling
through the air
And the smell of you
Of bunny rabbits and mice
of hay and soap and spice
will you be mine tonight?
Hawkesbury River
Little oysters
at the river
where I walked where the
black man walks.
And washed my body
In the river
Where I tied a hook to a silver ring
and tried to catch a fish
with the black man's bread I found
until the bait
vanished
Where I cracked open
oysters with red rocks
and tipped them in my mouth
and chewed on bits of shell
and was joyous
For this god given
meal.
Full now I returned
to the city
my home
one step further
on my way.
at the river
where I walked where the
black man walks.
And washed my body
In the river
Where I tied a hook to a silver ring
and tried to catch a fish
with the black man's bread I found
until the bait
vanished
Where I cracked open
oysters with red rocks
and tipped them in my mouth
and chewed on bits of shell
and was joyous
For this god given
meal.
Full now I returned
to the city
my home
one step further
on my way.
Juliet of the Ghetto
Oh my humble existence
Living in the ghetto
On Mars
Eating Mars Bars
Not getting far
Oh my little sisters
pretending it's all good and fine
Whilst they sip
On the red red wine
Fo the giant
Leapt from the tree
And looked at me
And roared at me
Come with me little girl
Into the dark, dark wood
I couldn't I said
And he said you should
Then I put on my mittens
And ran on home with the firewood
The giant he roared
Come back
But I said I shouldn't
And he said you will!
You silly little girl
With your head all in a twirl
Come and have a whirl
On the swinging branch
Atop my tree
You'll be my wife
And we'll have 3 children
Oh she said but I wouldn't
Want to be your wife
Or have three children
with you
And giant tears ran out
of the giants eyes
And down his cheeks
And drip dropped down
to the ground
Where they flowed into a river
And the girl fell in
And she drowned.
Living in the ghetto
On Mars
Eating Mars Bars
Not getting far
Oh my little sisters
pretending it's all good and fine
Whilst they sip
On the red red wine
Fo the giant
Leapt from the tree
And looked at me
And roared at me
Come with me little girl
Into the dark, dark wood
I couldn't I said
And he said you should
Then I put on my mittens
And ran on home with the firewood
The giant he roared
Come back
But I said I shouldn't
And he said you will!
You silly little girl
With your head all in a twirl
Come and have a whirl
On the swinging branch
Atop my tree
You'll be my wife
And we'll have 3 children
Oh she said but I wouldn't
Want to be your wife
Or have three children
with you
And giant tears ran out
of the giants eyes
And down his cheeks
And drip dropped down
to the ground
Where they flowed into a river
And the girl fell in
And she drowned.
Sailor
Well goodbye
And goodluck
And please come back
You're more than a lover
And more than a friend
So bring back a ring
That has no end
I love you
Wherever
in the world you are
Westward
Eastward
And by the North Star
And though you go far
You are nearer
to my heart
as I wonder
underneath
the Southern Cross
And goodluck
And please come back
You're more than a lover
And more than a friend
So bring back a ring
That has no end
I love you
Wherever
in the world you are
Westward
Eastward
And by the North Star
And though you go far
You are nearer
to my heart
as I wonder
underneath
the Southern Cross
Music
Music is the cure
The economist said
So I turned the radio on
And stood on my head
Music is the sound and the fury
It's the judge and the jury
It's the jingle jangle morning
And I'm following you
Music is the dark
Music is the light
Music is the thing
That makes it all, all right.
So I sing and dance
And strum and hum
I'll give up on romance
And I'll stop being a bum.
I nod to the beat
Like a tom tom on heat
I breathe so it's neat
I wear out my feet
Music is our family
Our history, our theology
Call it naive
This deep sensual need.
The economist said
So I turned the radio on
And stood on my head
Music is the sound and the fury
It's the judge and the jury
It's the jingle jangle morning
And I'm following you
Music is the dark
Music is the light
Music is the thing
That makes it all, all right.
So I sing and dance
And strum and hum
I'll give up on romance
And I'll stop being a bum.
I nod to the beat
Like a tom tom on heat
I breathe so it's neat
I wear out my feet
Music is our family
Our history, our theology
Call it naive
This deep sensual need.
The Conversation
It's an imaginary and wonderful thing
Elusive though and wearing thin
Curling my toes around something
Your finger and then giggling
Its just a pass time like train watching
or carefree days of beach combing
A touch through the air of sounds waving
A gentle caress that you would sing
But it doesn't seem to be happening
Oh what a joy to my heart it would bring
Instead of love though, I just feel tin
Screw it up and put it in the bin
It has a certain musical ring
A charisma, a magical thing
Another world outward and within
And the second hand stops it's ticking
Can be strange though if we're conflicting
Faltering steps to beats that are missing
But with curiosity I am longing
For stargazing and listening.
Elusive though and wearing thin
Curling my toes around something
Your finger and then giggling
Its just a pass time like train watching
or carefree days of beach combing
A touch through the air of sounds waving
A gentle caress that you would sing
But it doesn't seem to be happening
Oh what a joy to my heart it would bring
Instead of love though, I just feel tin
Screw it up and put it in the bin
It has a certain musical ring
A charisma, a magical thing
Another world outward and within
And the second hand stops it's ticking
Can be strange though if we're conflicting
Faltering steps to beats that are missing
But with curiosity I am longing
For stargazing and listening.
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