Be Your Own Good Friend

 

Be your own good friend
if you can't pretend
that you're not alone
and there's no way home

When your heart's like a pyre
and you were born in the brier
be your own good friend
when you're alone

St Vincents' lights
they kept me up that night
and the nurses were tired
and they were smoking outside
there's no room at the top
for the lost and forgot
so be your own good friend
when you're alone
 
Caleb grow kind
because the world does not rhyme
and the rain does not fall
equally on all

Go out on a dark street
there's a crowd that you'll meet
who'll be your own good friend
when you're alone

Come out on a black street
there's a crowd that you'll see
who'll be your own good friend
when you're alone

 

Nature

I don't remember much
I never tried to touch
anything more than Krista's skin
we were never anything

She showed me her house
of scripts and chimes
and asked me if I wondered why

When you were born, they tell you you're free
not fallen leaves from troubled trees

"Come into the dark" says nature soft and slow
underneath that night she listened to it all alone
"there's no love here
and now it's time to leave"
she always went around
with the kids from the troubled trees

The telephone was dead
unbroken was the bed
her parents chose not to come
and see the fruit of their type of love
my heart's been hard to touch
I know it's true as such

When you are born, they tell you you're free
not fallen leaves from troubled trees

"Come into the dark" says nature soft and low
it whispers in the nights when you're sittting there all alone
"there's no love here
and now it's time to leave"
I'll always go around
with the leaves from the troubled trees
"come into the dark" says nature "you are free"  
I''ll always blow around with the ones from the troubled trees

 

Little Deaths

I went out into the wind that blows
wild in the heart of every one I've known
I wonder if they're out there still
running up the hills from the smoking homes
you're still born free in the catacombs

I'm never gonna fight love
or see it as a foe
or put it down in a holy jail and never let it go
look outside your gate
the winter time is just a guest
and people pass
but it's never sad
if you see the little deaths

I went outside and felt the tide that goes
wild in the blood of every one I've loved
I wonder if they've found somewhere
running up the hills from their mother's homes
she's back there drunk and all alone

I'm never gonna fight love
or see it as a foe
or hold it down in a little town and never let it grow
step outside your gate
the winter time is just a guest
and people pass
but it's never sad
if you see the little deaths

Great is all of this
if you notice
those little deaths

 

 

 

 

Butterfly Brooch

I'll know my song and I'll sing it well.
I'll straighten up and I'll ring your bell.
I will rumble your smile awake,
and flowers will bloom
in every step you take.

Hope my soul becomes a tree
that whispers down all the watered streets:
"Privilege and poverty
is a butterfly brooch or a trembling leaf."

We are firework dogs,
quiet in the night,
but flowers will bloom
and every step
we take in love
is counted
when we're done.

Promise me you'll send all your mental notes.
(Softly in the morning light)
They're wild and they're weird but I like all the jokes.
(Or leave them in the hall in the night)
I'll roll them with the things that beauty don't get.
(Standing on the nature strip)
And smoke it with the broken outside in the wet.
(It's cold on the nature strip).

Just firework dogs,
running in the night.
And flowers will grow
in every step
we take in love.

Down by the Ball & Chain

Squeeze all the goon from a silver balloon,
I do not need a head.
The world of the night is desire and fright
and dreams of double beds.
The bad times keep on falling,
harder than the Sydney rain.
But no-one warns the people born,
down by the Ball & Chain.

Miranda Devine wears the young Murdoch
in a locket down her breast,
David's on the nod on the Country-Link
with a baby on his chest.
The magistrate's hammer falls down,
louder than the Sydney rain.
Tonight they'll split up David's things,
down by the Ball & Chain.

The things you see
upon your naked knees...

There was a time when I slipped along like a stone
through the watered streets of wealth.
The ghosts of Nobodies would point at the rich
and I would just point at myself.
And you would whisper kindly,
"We'll always be the same".
But I wonder where you are tonight,
down by the Ball & Chain.

Clay Frontier                                                                    

Fell that land, it's just swamp and sand,
we'll make cul-de-sacs
for what you lack
is a neighbourhood
for your parenthood.
Three bedroom brick,
we're gonna build them quick,
roses for pricks.

Find your life in a clay frontier,
build your home in a clay frontier.
The sun is out all of the year,
make your way to a clay frontier.
Oh no...

Up goes a church, and learnt is the verse,
at The Miracle Dance,
jingle goes the can...
And the shop keeps a book,
and the Council is crook,
and all the men just fall down,
because the world is not round,
on Commission ground.
 
Find your life in a clay frontier,
build your home in a clay frontier.
Sit outside and drink your beer,
make your way to a clay frontier.
Oh no...

At night we sit and practice for so long
in the industrial estate of song.
Our singer flipped and disappeared in fright-
his grass couldn't soften the nights.
Or make them funnier.

Find your life in a clay frontier,
build your home in a clay frontier.
Jesus He is always here,
make your way to a clay frontier.
Make your life in a clay frontier,
build your home in a clay frontier.
Sit outside and drink your beer,
make your way to a clay frontier.
Oh no...

The Losers of Song

Under the night at my sister's house
I run the chord to the caravan.
I'm five days in the automall.
The litter leaves for me to pick up.

Thursdays in the Cineplex,
anxious as a Chinese stick.
The roster ends the prison film
with a dream sequence for me -

High up on the hill above the breaking sea,
the Magic Mountain's cloudy bricks,
forever there for me.
But lonely is the life that's lead
on a limb too long,
and I didn't think we'd get casted in
the losers of song.

The boyfriend he drinks on Friday.
He fucks my sister
and he gives me nothing.
In the yard a confrontation -
he moved first but I beat him to it.
Judy I wish you were there,
there's no way that I'd be stuck here.
Sad to hear of your aching,
I'll say goodnight,
in dreams
you wake me -

High up on the hill above the breaking sea,
the Magic Mountain's cloudy bricks,
forever there for me.
But lonely is the life that's lead
on a limb too long,
and I didn't think we'd get casted in
the losers of song.

There up on the hill above the breaking sea,
the Magic Mountain's cloudy pricks,
forever broke for me.
But lonely is the life that's lead
on a limb too long,
and I didn't think we'd get pictured in
the losers of song.

I Did Not Grow Up Straight

I was 18 I concluded naturally -
nobody in the town was like a thing like me.
Children of dicks doing hits upon the beach,
laughing at the scumbag kids who couldn't pay their fees.
They finished their school and they chased there big brass gates,
but I didn't go with them,
I did not grow up straight.

I went out on the rails
with a band-aid and a song,
and everywhere I've ever lived
is on a street where
the grass is long.

Everyday I send you psychic messages -
here the leaves falling off freeze the woman on the picket fence.
I thought I'd stopped thinking
people act so strange.
But I'm a stranger everywhere,
I did not grow up straight.

I went out on the rails
with a jig-saw and a song,
and everywhere I've ever lived
is on a street where
the grass is long.

Hammer for All

In the satellites of your teenage orbiting dreams,
there's no prams up the stairs, no photos in flames.
There's no kings by the seasides,
drunk as they call -
"No don't you forget,
there's a hammer for all".

Crooked teeth, how I wish
I could bend the straight world.
Throw rocks at the tracks,
and put love in their words.
No need to feel the hunger or run when it calls,
'cause we'd get far away from
the hammer for all.

In my mind life is kind and graceful and just
and your on a gold plane and the blessed on a bus.
My parents in the bedroom,
getting dressed for the ball.
And nobody's heard
of the hammer for all.

The Preston Front

Wish I knew why I never
could take the leap that others take.
So here's a song for the brave and the strong
who never saw feelings as fakes.
Me I see the backdoor open,
me I see the restless prize.
The future holds the runaway's gold.
You'll be asleep and I'll cut the wires.

When love leads me up river,
no more will I keep you afar.
To know what it's like to be lonely,
is to know what you really are.

Got a sister somewhere in Sydney,
I'm sure someone's got her address.
I'd like to ask her how she anchored her heart,
coming from the home we did.
Me I see the backdoor open,
me I see the restless prize,
I won't sit in the sun with anyone
and watch the rags blow on the line.

When love leads me up river,
no more will I keep you afar.
To know what it's like to be lonely,
is to know what you really are.

Firework Dogs

I was born in the reign of drunken men -
broken noses and God in a mirror on the ledge.
So in the kingdom of sun,
in the land of the loved,
I won't be deaf and be blind,
to the songs all sung with honesty
and soberly
when there's no light-
how everyone in love
someday they run in fright.

I will not die with a wish like my mother did.
I will go with you to the gardens
of the broken glass
and underclass
and hit the lights.
But everyone in love
someday they run in fright.