Railway cafe, gunzel lovers
remember standing on this platform
and waiting for your carriage…
Clock the green
on a breezy March day
with leafs falling off trees
brushing away my brown hair
Like the seagull
I can feel the cool Tasman wind
there’s a reason why things happen
sometimes
Piano and strings and house beats from ‘93
waited around Tuesday night on Broadway
came home most amused on twelve dollars
not knowing if anyone would see me again
Some days I worry about my home and phone
but some days I don’t because it isn’t life and death
as long as you’ve got somebody to care about and I do
we can talk and we should be rather happy
Town has seen better days for sure
and sometimes it has to be blamed
but when you’ve come back, I know
that Sydney belongs to me
belongs to us
We can catch a bus or a train
and go anywhere we like
from hamburgers on King Street
to cemeteries overlooking the sea
…a long walk to the country platforms
we can wait and get a cup of black tea
before we take photos of the carriages
In the year of synchronicity
despair falls like hail from diamond skies
over the bridge that divides the Diamond City
little wonder then, why this event is occurring
Want to escape this blonde mistress I call home
had enough of her lust for gold and platinum
can’t take any further humiliation for that desire
no direction back, no exit, need to jump away
Under brutalist skies, over brutalist motorways
liberate yourself from that useless tired body
silently running in the shadows of lost dreams
it’s the only way I know how to escape
But you can’t leave just yet
they’ve put you in the cage
No, you can’t just climb over
they’ve put you in the cage
As you can now plainly see
they’ve put you in the cage
Heard tourists laugh, photos taken
but not at me, not at me, you’ll see
as you just can’t ever leave like that
so high in the atmosphere, no oxygen
we’ve got to keep you up in the skies
with headphones stuck on your ears
to listen again to Rock N’ Roll lies
when all you want to do is just die
The heart dissipated into the darkness
took a pill to escape that awful daylight
escaped the room and rode an empty train
Everything feels the same tonight
waiting by St. James station for your return
blinded from the lights from an oncoming BMW
The past slowed down in black and white
unsure of what I did wrong but I did wrong
to stand here with love for you and nothing
And everything is something I’ll lose
in my ever constant state of personal failure
Write your name
in cool shadows
of the pacific breeze
in the colours of spring
Sunshine in the azure
circular, circular skies
cut the striped light
in your bright ray
A soundtrack for every heaven
everything is possible in golden times
millions of kisses against sunny skies
today and tomorrow and tomorrow
On the same page as Benjamin Disraeli
faded away to a floor of snow
like a Eurowhite airliner
lost in the clouds
Strategies against myself work so well
actioned by an axis of many allies
Pacific rain falls down
walking past the nuclear free sign
it’s a lonely day on Norton Street today
everyone has gone out, or on holiday
does anybody notice the grey
or do we just fade away
Never known
on a dreary Sunday
and God, not really there
as bad people win everywhere
with my soulless body not in sight
as through the pouring rain, I look for light
that does not exist
You’ve gone down the wrong road
into the expensive part of town
that your poor old soul
just can’t afford
and you ain’t smart enough
and you ain’t confident enough
to ever catch up with time
all you can do
is fade away
nobody near Sydney City
rolling tumbling sitting dreaming
land of the past, land of the future
bring me to the new and smile
of a child, for tomorrow and so on
a Southern star in the television
shine so hard, shine so bright
heaven’s up here but I will die
every January 1, every fourteen years
port oscar delta tango sierra vodka
jumbled up on graffitied street scenes
enter the perspective, the vortex
beyond boundaries in green fields
ultra ultra ultra ultra ubermensch
the man to believe is dead
because I killed him
your new god
is what you want
for me it’s whoever
can get the chicken burgers
without incurring the wrath
or know how to survive on sixty a day
because god knows I fucking can’t know
what to do in any situation I set me up self up for me
skip skip skipping to nowhere I think not bohemian
mortgage did I really want that life at least I’d get shagged
once a week, twice if I get a bonus at work to piss away for her cosmetics
started but I didn’t finish so I start again to finish but the start is so away
from the finish line and I do not know what the finish line looks like and I wonder
if I need to start again to discover what the finish line is so I can start to the finish
only to escape and numb myself in whatever mysterious way of things
sometimes I wonder if I ever want to be with you and if I should leave this way
to run back to Lady Godiva for that eternal night in the alternative
a sick room and a shy boy is a canvas for an outlet of types
yet who would have thought the anxious guy would be the worst
twenty dollar weed maybe I should get over that money anxiety and get on that shit
Circular pools of water
younger, ghostly ballerinas
orange shops, the last clouds
come walk with me
Trees narrow the street
leaves rise into the new light
lightning dissipates into the night
come walk with me
Nobody is an island, not even me
send me to the gulag, I shall escape
one day soon, soaring into the light
come fly with me
Shades of grey rush past
a blur in the speed of life
foundation day is coming
a new way to live, to love
from darkness to sunlight
no need to spill my blood
walk on, float to the clouds
high above the ocean spray
above people’s narrow minds
our spring has finally come
Survival, the only ideal that concerns me
losing myself in opium clouds, is an attempt
visions of a white mountain, red guards, strategy
Fragile, like weakened glass
disconnected from the telephone, radio silent
two dragons from the centuries, a red jade house
Despair, for the wasted long nights
thrown away time, unrecoverable golden years
firecrackers like neon lights, in the international section
I can’t take a slowcar, unfortunately
The clock is striking three
and I’m waiting, by the sea
Baader-Meinhof teenage dreams
just now a bad memory
Looking around Semaphore
with nowhere to go
She didn’t return my calls
was it the wrong cafe?
Sea breezes run through my hair
pushing me back, towards the east
Taste of salt, smell of water
and that’s just the tears
Same old scene, same old city
the opportunities have come and gone
I wish I could stay, I really wish I could
stick around, stand my ground
make a change for the good
If only I hadn’t made those mistakes
wasted all that time, didn’t live in despair
then maybe I could have stayed, to fight on
From Mitsubishi Valley to the English Plains
driving all night through the bitumen lifeblood
of home, my heart, that is, a city built out of love
I was in a low
and I was very boring
but I’m feeling better now
that I’ve learnt to live with it
Sitting on a bus to New York
you’re asleep, on my shoulder
hoping that the Turnpike goes on
for much longer than expected
Sometimes you made me upset
but I could usually forgive you
New York’s so far from Adelaide
your brunette hair shining in the sun
I was feeling so happy to be so close
even through I knew it could never last
Of course, I’m eccentric
I’ve learnt that lesson now
so I don’t miss you terribly
but I still love you the same
