the Weather (with mp3)
and flight. Fear of the unknown. We have to turn and face this one.
the weather. Bang bang bang.
Shoot the weather. Boomerang.
Folksong, humorous, children
"Buckets, buckets, buckets, I love buckets,
Little yellow plastic ones, tin ones short and tall . . ."
Only Leads To Defeat
Contemporary folk style.
I said. Heard you're in town.
You don't need the stranger jive with me.
I know you don't mean to put people down.
Won't you come round to tea?. . ."
OZ bush/folk style
to the memory of Mark "Blossom" Brown, of The Cobbers,
who coined the phrase "Moon tiger Princess". There had
to be a song in that!
"I once spent the night at a bush music
On someone's verandah from evening 'til dawn.
Where the Moon Tiger mozzie coils were all that saved us
From a skinfull of itches, from toenails to yawn. . ."
schooling finished when stolen generations were still a secret.
I was really angry when I found out, in the nineties! I'd heard
about Maralinga! What else haven't they told us?
"When I was a kid, the history books
The blacks just faded away when the first fleet came.
But history is more than books and papers,
It can turn around and become Truth anyway . . ."
"I yelled at my kid again today, exploded in that highly wound
up way . . ."
v.2. "I hit my kid, my worst of
fears, and didn't notice 'til I saw his tears . . ."
something going on behind the scenes I reckon, with the decision
to close the Northern Rivers rail line. Maybe it was because every
time I caught the train to Sydney, the fabulous mixture of fellow
travellers would inspire another song.
"Hey! What 'dja do today? I travelled
on a train.
I was talkin' to an Arab, and a Jew, it made me believe again.
. . "
Folk finger picking
tuning. A love song to life.
"Let's live for now, this moment is beautiful,
Let's live for now. Seems essential . . ."
Trad folk style
song therapy to counter an attack of the munchies. Low calorie count!
"Would you like a pancake? Would you
like a scone?
Would you like some muesli toast? The chocolate is all gone! . .
"come all ye" , written for an ABC
program after researching the history and danger of The Otway Reef.
Verse 4: "Well the mizzenmast snapped
and the forrard house went,
And the bow plunged under the tide,
And the owner's son, James, was caught by a wave,
And swept right over the side . . ."
Subtitled:" It's all right mate"
Folk/music hall style
a referendum, we said no to I.D. cards, so we got photo licences
instead. Very useful they've become, when you need to prove who
"They're watching us, I know they are,
I feel it in me bankcard,
Every time I slot it in the slot.
Computers watching everywhere will tell them all I know
about what I've spent and where, with whom, on what. . ."
parents run a milk bar. Fourteen hours every day.
They can't afford much junior help, they can't afford to pay . .
Please Prime minister, have pity on the working class . . ."
was lying in hospital with an injured back when I heard John Lennon
was shot. I
had just read their first interview for three years, taken some
more painkillers, and had a sleep. When I awoke, this was on the
news. At first I thought I was dreaming, so I literally pinched
A song about guns.21/12/1980
"Suppose you're living in the country,
and you want to eat a rabbit or two,
You've prob'ly got a rifle inside the door,
or a dog will eat your chickens, or a dozen reasons more.
I can tell it's a sensible person I'm talking to . . ."
early training for the daily grind, as it's called.
"I have built a roseproof fence, and I've cut down all the
and I've spread the screenings all over the lawn
And I've trimmed the rhododendrum by the roots, poisoned the willow,
And my concrete plastic soul is all in pawn.
But tomorrow is tomorrow . . ."
egalitarian love song.
Does that qualify as a folk song?
"I miss you tonight, but there's a consolation, you'll probably
miss me as well . ."
though this is silly and Pythonesque, it's a protest about the
neutron bomb, which, rather disturbingly, we haven't heard of
for a while now. . . .
"Oh the tanks won't rumble in the streets, there'll be no-one
left to drive them,
There'll be no-one left alive then. As far as you can see! . ."
arrived in my house two weeks before my first attempt at year
11(my dad had always said we were not going to get that rubbish,
but we did). I failed the exams. I haven't really liked television
much since . . .
"People's lives have stopped.
Sit and watch that rubbish night after night.
Set the alarms before they turn off the sight . . ."
Will Be Peace
View the first
page of this as a choral arrangement through the choral page
simple unaccompanied song, written for the International Day of
Peace. Yes we had one. It was in August 2002. Bet it made you feel
"There will be peace, if it can start
here within me, here within you . ."
Also works as a round.
the circus of words,
a folk song of the silly variety! I was
'cos I was on a train again, trying to sleep, and there was so
much going on.
Verse 2: "Do you mean if I can't define
it, it does not exist?
Gent in the digger's hat getting thoroughly pissed.
Never been sixteen, but always been kissed!
This is my thought juggling song. . . "
election song, which is a collection of figures of speech, some
of which I invented. "Moving the Goalposts" was the
inspiration, with rhythm changes for the
"Not tonight Josephine. Not tonight
Not tonight Ernie Dingo, you'll all have to wait for morning.
We were sailing along. All that rattles is not jewelery,
There's something wrong with this song.
Have you noticed that the goalposts have moved ? . . ."
Can I Believe you?
A pentatonic chant
by the strange wall of sound of a new language. When you can
separate the words, how can you believe the reasons for killing
which the human race is so inventive about? Remember Cambodia? Nothing's
changed, except the set!!
"How can I believe you, when I don't
understand your words,
When everything you say at me is one wall of sound? . . "
Night Out (with
of the 13 women at the next table had never been out without their
partner before. I still cry sometimes when I read the lyrics they
spoke. They gave me permission to write this. I dedicate it to
"The food left over when Emily eats
could feed an African village
The mess all over the twins bedroom could fill St Vinnies . .
Anything he wants to do, he just goes out and does it.
This is the first time I've gone out and he's stayed home. . ."
woke in the night with this song, thanking my predecessor for
the chance of a life with my wonderful wife, Lisa - for The Gift
Sounds a bit smug, and a bit sexist.
But a few weeks later my mother-in-law sent
me a birthday card, thanking me in turn for The Gift of myself
to her family. I reckon that makes it allright.
Tom Lehrer style
said the first sentence in a pub one night. How could I not write
"It's the options that drive you crazy.
A cynic is never wrong.
Pull out the formal. Call yourself normal? Sing a little gumboot
song . . ."
('Scuse Me While I Interrupt
love song/ballad. One of my friends and
colleagues asked, "When are you going to write a song about
me?" At that time, she had a habit of interrupting one thought
with another, so that's what the song does.
"Well I just thought, . . 'n' you know
what thought is,
How it drives you round the . . twist . . ing things around to
tell you clearly now,
I think I like you . . any . .time, d'you like me as a friend?
. . "
Tom Lehrer style
finally got out of the city - with nothing.
"If you're tired of the city, and you
want to breath in as well as out,
Pack up your shovel and gumboot, and sing with me without any doubt,
I like the country . . ."
other LOVE SONGS and BALLADS
Time With You
Country folk-rock style
was living in a train carriage which still had a Rules and Regulations
plaque on the wall. We two are 12 years on now.
"First time with you, I was feeling slightly
Knew I had to get some more of this, or quickly walk away.
Next thing I knew, there were Rules and Regulations . . ."
January 12, 2005, on the 8th anniversary of our wedding.
anybody wants to see
the million miracles within you . . .
I'll show them more than this.
first verse was written in 1991 for someone who used to lie awake
thinking that if she closed her eyes, I would be gone. Of course,
eventually, I was - pushed away. After Lisa had come into my life
I was able to turn it into a complete song in 1996.
Please, don't you wait . . . all night long
for me to fall asleep.
I'll be here,
when you wake. don't dream me gone.
Now and then just suspend your dis-belief . . .
Jazz love song
technique employed by many.
"I get breathless, whenever you're not
near me . . ."
Tom Waits jazz style
by a late night club singer.
Verse3: "Come in late and never
got a seat, and had to stand.
wishing it was like that, not just playing for the band
and a couple of free selectors, too much make-up on their eyes
But if you strike up conversation you might get a nice surprise
. . ."
I Met A Boy From Space
Childrens song (with
son was in grade three, and space was the topic. Don't let the
title fool you, 'cos girls get equal space in the song.
Chosen for UNESCO Childrens' songs sheet (Australian rep) 1979.
"If I met a boy from space, someone
quite unlike the human race,
Silver or red, I wouldn't be scared, if I met a boy from space.
Just Want To Lie Here All The Time
son and I couldn't get up one morning, but a song tumbled out instead.
You could make up a hundred verses if the morning was long enough!
"I just want to lie here all the time(x2),
Bring me fruit and bring me meusli, I could lie here very easily
. . ."
was teaching a third grade class a chorus at Barkers Vale, and one
girl said, "Can we sing a whole song?" "What?"
I said, "You want a song about a hole? Let me see . ."
"There once was a hole that lived in
and the whole of the hole went round and round.
It was there all night and there all day,
and the silly old hole wouldn't go away . . ."
friend told me she was pregnant again, to another unsupportive
male.The Hornies of a Dilemna? Not a funny situation however,
or a funny song.
"I feel I've been tired since I was
seventeen. A feeling that never really ends
I feel I've had no space anywhere I've been, and I think I'm pregnant
again . . ."
tell you I'm always a visitor.
Your houses are all my domain
There's love in your pantries and care on your tables,
But never a two are the same . . ."
infamous man once screamed loudly during this song, "I can't
stand it! This is not the dream." He couldn't have been
more right. This was The Scene.
"Standing on the footpath, bored out
of my head,
All my friends are hanging 'round here too.
I see unemployment grinning at the crowd,
Cash in hand a dollar, maybe two. . ."
Country love song
"When I know the evening's over, and I know I should go home.
When politeness sits a-mocking, his last cup of coffee gone
Then the feeling comes upon me I would really like to stay,
But the evening's over, so I go away . . ."
Country /folk ballad
musical terms, a Toccata is a touch piece;
"Touch me. Here I am again and holding
Travelling through this icy-winded weather.
been smiling to myself, just knowing we'd be near . . ."
protest songs in one; sexism, one night stands and mining uranium.
"Dr. Hook"style (so it needed the anti-sexist verse!)
"Nobody came, but everybody had a good
Nobody came, but everyone said they were there . . ."
of Mount Nardi (with
Forest 'til 1982.
"Sixty four arrested, for being in the
for being in possession of a different point of view . . ."
subtitled: Tertiary Language
had to decide what to do now her kids were grown up. Everyone
told her what she "should" do, according to what they
wanted. I was a room-renting witness.
"How can you sit, when your feet say
How can you silent when your tongue say talk?
Keep your mind open if you want to live,
and leave your heart open, it will live.
How often do we tell our friends what they should do,
a constant flood of expectation . .."
an English teacher. Possess: to hold (as property), maintain,
occupy, dominate, exercise control. How many friends have you
"Never use the word 'got' they told
it was there in the rules they sold me,
on page forty three,
Don't you know "I've got to go now" should be "I
ought to go"? . . ."
bigots in radio, bigots in school, bigots on T.V. playing the fool.
Bigots who talk about the Golden Rule, then stab you in the back
and think they're cool . . ."
Would suit one rapper or various voices.
"We sell the world our weapons of destruction/
Helps the economy, that is the deduction/ First we has the arms
race, then we had reduction/ Now we found a reason to increase the
induction . . ."
(Chorus from Frankie Goes To Hollywood 1971 -"War!
What is it good for? Absolutely Nothin'.")