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1. _ Vineyard
The golden sun is ever gentle in the valley of making
Where it's the middle of the autumn when it isn't high spring
There are men of many colours and women of all races
Wearing white, white linen
And smiles on their faces
Blue rose
There are roses round the edges of the grand property
The words "Labor, Ardor, Langdor" are its lovely trinity
And when you see just how they dress and how they speak and act too
Well all you'll want to do is dress up in their white linen too
Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning
And you said holly-hey, and with a teary tilt
For you were rudely made, and shoddy built
Between the thumb and the forefinger
Barefoot pressed, he hoists his trouser leg
She lifts her dress
O these men of many colors in their creamy white suits
With their different colored hands dig in the soil for their roots
Of the dreamy conversation that the slender women make
As they sip from slender glasses by the vineyard lake
Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning
Blue rose and every little thing was guilt and suffering no more
If you could see the people laughing and not hear the sound it makes
Then you could keep the good opinion that the tone of voice takes
If you could see the people laughing and not here the sound it makes it go
There's a woman there among them who with red, red eyes
Says you haven't been working hard enough on your lies
The golden sun is ever gentle and one lie follows another in
The only way to get there is by singing brother, singing
There are women of all races, men in white, white linen
And the only way to get there is to sing sister, sing sister, sing
And draw the curtain back on the morning
Blue rose and every little thing was guilt and suffering no more
Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning
Where the wars were not for wearing
The ghettoes never got
To each lonely, lonely person their own shovel, their own plot
Have you ever heard a rattle way on down when people sigh
Way on down the silly rattle says you're happy when you die
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2. _ Believe Me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
I came to warn you
Believe me
I came to warn you
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3. _ Sunset Studies
You are the queen of a dust bowl,
Ex to a crier in a town of ashes,
This is what happens when a great love crashes.
Tonight you let me see you,
For the first time, in a long time,
For the first time, in a time
Without the fear of going blind,
Without the fear of going blind...
In a den of quitters in a hall of hosts,
Between worn out waltzes and wedding toasts
I heard a man confess that what he struggles with most
Is the freedom for so long.
Without a strong enough voice to tell him what's wrong,
Without a will, without a prayer, without a passionate song to sing...
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns,
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns,
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Well all by and by and all through and through,
This is the only thing that comes back to you,
How you banged her on a cannon in a World War Two park in Gundagai,
O come on guy, O come on, you were born red-eyed and screaming,
You mother was beaming, she trembled,
And dabbed your eyes with mercury and rained on you the blessings three.
You were a babe of Spring now what's it going to be.
Sunshine
Our favorite songs, our polished metal guns.
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns,
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Upon all brave new breeds of old disease
On rotten roots of family trees,
On sold out universities,
Other sunset studies and these.
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4. _ Tulip
Are you lit from the inside
Is that why your teeth are bright?
You smile as the sunsets on the window
And the car fills up with light
Make a smile tulip, don't think of me
As something that's passed
I am not written in the book,
But I intend to last
And as the sun comes up you know
It's really going down
You only framed it incorrectly,
Now you cannot turn it round
If there's enough of us here left,
Then we'll drive it into town
And when we pass the field of tulips,
Then I'll put the knuckle down.
Don't frown tulip
Make a smile
Don't frown tulip
You know it's all worthwhile
There are lions by the roadside,
I was driving with my father
Through a dream of French forests
And all is warmth and solace
And all said He is with us
But always sad and serious
Standing outside in the garden,
Pained and peerless
Don't frown tulip
Make a smile
Don't frown tulip
You know it's all worthwhile
Make a smile at the end of your tether
This was never gonna last forever
The woods all were peopled
With daughters and sons
The teeming uncounted
And unchosen ones
Who don't dance anymore
They just move around in bubbles
And nobody notices
Nobody's troubles
Nobody notices
Nobody's troubles
Don't frown tulip
Make a smile
Don't frown tulip
You know it's all worthwhile
Make a smile at the end of your tether
This was never gonna last forever
Don't frown tulip
Don't frown tulip
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5. _ Maroondah Reservoir
To be,
A bee, a moth.
Four wings spread for the soft last touch
Of glory sun,
Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons -
One hundred different suns
In a hundred different heavens.
Spied from a rowboat -
Stroke, not is spoken,
Before you know it, the spell is broken,
You might wonder where you are,
Floating on the reservoir.
I have counted the notes
We landed here not many years ago
And it was not a pretty song that we composed:
La, la, la, the early bird he knows,
You hang from the cherry bough
When you're lichen yourself, and leave -
The cold cold scent of stone and mulch,
The great stone wall to stave the rush,
To think that peace might be too much,
Waiting for that giant touch...
The lake... the fir-fringed lake -
Placid and ample, birded, breezed and dappled
Through the mountain break,
Through the mountain break,
A moment take, a moment, a moment...
You might wonder where you are,
Perched up on the reservoir,
Adolf in the white hotel,
All this time we've been in hell,
You might wonder where you are,
Perched above the reservoir,
Luis of the lake retire,
Before they set the lake on fire
Before they set the lake on fire
Before they set the lake on fire
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6. _ Good Gardner (On How He Fell)
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7. _ Heartbeat and Sails
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8. _ Tasman Awakens
Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard,
Unwax it. unplug it,
What you discover in August nights,
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life -
That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife.
Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires,
And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her -
What happened next you have failed to understand.
What happened then as he took her by the hand...
Little lights are burning bright in you
Little lights are burning bright in you
Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like -
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife.
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife...
And you little lights are burning bright in you
And you little lights are burning bright in you
And you little lights are burning bright in you
They tell you what you have to do.
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9. _ Drowning Dream
Well our dogs get along, but have you noticed how easy
Evil dialogues of ours come out of wanting,
For so long, an easy laughter, to feel guilty for some
Throw us in the oven where the angels fly,
They still need to eat
She's clean, she keeps a clean house, she can cook alright,
But I no longer have meat
In the middle of the field at the height of the eclipse,
When all that we could see were the fiery whips
Of that hot-headed god, hot-headed god and wild,
Perpetually running from his wife and child
I was born in the bottom of a boat,
Of glass between the sea and me
Upward from the floor they'd float,
Bodies from the drowning dream
What do you make in the furnace of your chest?
The same as she makes in the locket of her breast.
Here's where the buds in the coal-chocked tomb go hard,
Clear and deadly and never ever bloom
There were fifty-four people in the back of a truck,
They were only sleeping
When we come to pick them up,
Safe within our keeping
Sixty-eight bullets for my wife and I,
They will never be satisfied
Strength and purpose fringed by fire,
Fire I was born in the bottom of a boat,
Of glass between the sea and me
Upward from the floor they'd float,
Bodies from the drowning dream.
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10. _ Sunstroke House
O fraudulent mirror,
O rank rainbow toad,
I'd break apart too if I knowed what you knowed
I'd fall from the wall,
I'd leap from the road,
You take cover in the clover,
You don't shoulder the load
Wagner and wife, drama and strife.
Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask,
"Where's sunstroke house?
"Where's a crow on the far fence, where's a mill by the pond?"
Pale with horror, I saw you when your bird flew,
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you,
Save for a kindly, ugly few?
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do.
From the wind in the winter, no mercy, no quarter. From the summer, no mercy, and little goes well.
That's where you'll live,
That's where you'll live,
Till a gale rips ya sale,
Till a will kills ya mill.
Where have you been, my heat, my shadow?
How well did you like the song?
I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule,
You feel like there's something forgotten or fell.
You feel like there's something forgotten or fell.
Pale with horror, I saw you when your bird flew
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you save for a kindly, ugly few?
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do.
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do.
Pink-lipped bub,
Golden age sitting,
Portraits of withering roots,
Petty diversions,
Pointless excursions,
Pleasant distractions,
Underground mutes.
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11. _ Keepa
What's wrong, sad Prince?
The body is soft, the heart is cold,
You were tongue-in' for danger, but danger bites back,
It only lays down for the reckless and you weren't never bold
Think of all you'd never do...
Now it sits next to you on the bus, it joins you in the elevator,
Nothing good is kept for later,
You should never have let it through to the Keepa.
In old Brazil there is a breach upon the earth they call "The Sigh",
Where the gods all hang their washing out to dry,
Where strange birds fly, and giants go to die,
I heard you went there for the quiet,
Well I wasn't asking why
It was all that you could do...
Now it sits next to you on the bus, it joins you in the elevator,
Nothing good is kept for later,
You should never have let it through to the Keepa.
In the afternoon a weary sun beats a pallor too soon
About the broken tooth hell-mouth of your room,
You slide into a sleep, O to dreaming of a sweet talk,
To wilt beneath a whisper - "No regrets sad Prince"
Not for all you'll never do...
Now it sits next to you on the bus, it joins you in the elevator,
Nothing good is kept for later,
You should never have let it through to the Keepa.
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12. _ Offer
This is a song, not like the other ones,
Secret and selfish and somewhat hollow.
In the middle of this song there seemed to grown another
Of indeterminate length and origin.
To populate a people's song, first you must do something wrong,
If you've never been infirm you can never be strong.
Prune your rose bushes, Glenn
Or you'll never see your home again.
Country and city, kingdom of the well, of the unwell,
You dwell in them both like a ghost -
When old King George said to my long dead kin
"Ten summers and winters in Arthur will do you in"
He cut out his heart and he buried the sin there in England.
Prune your rose bushes Glenn
Oh they'll grow up again,
There may still be a next year, who knows?
If you're lonely take a drink,
There are better things to think,
Think on ancient cities, sunsets and girls in Spring.
You needed a song, I needed one too,
So keep listening
For my offer to you
Take it with good grace and humour too
First came the golden age
When there was no need of proof,
When lions ate flowers
And your house didn't need a roof.
Then came the silver days
When a boy saw himself for the first time
In the reflection of a blade
Then he saw the way
To populate a people's song.
First he must do something wrong.
If you've never heard the music you never will
Prune your rose bushes Glenn
So they'll soon grow up again,
There may still be a next year, who knows?
If you're lonely, take a drink,
There are better things to think
Think on ancient cities, sunsets and girls in Spring.
Because all the tears that you mend,
They will open up again.
And weren't you suppose to call your friends this evening?
It rained all night the day I left.
The weather it was fine,
It rained all night the day I left
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13. _ Hole in Your Roof
What do the men say
To the women when they lay down at night
All naked of arms from the old imagined fight?
And how do the women hear?
In kind and in likeness of light
"In kindness you needn't and neither do I
We are both of us capable of flight"
And as if to give proof
She jumped through the hole in the roof
What did the condemned say
To the blessed when they met on the path?
"O you take the low road and I'll take the high for a laugh
(but if I'm laughing now it's because I've a gentle heart)"
And because it was true
He slipped through the hole in the roof
La la la la,
La la la la la la...
From above your head a thing can be read that you're thinking...
What the secretaries sing and the CEO's bark in the bars
What do the dead say
To the ones who still think they're alive?
"With your heads all on backwards
You can't see in front for what near behind you lies"
"Well show us some help then
Above your head let it flicker the light
These ones that I'm with
Have not learned to forgive your necessary alibis
When they made you love money
And the poor prophet's stock
When they poisoned the watersheds
And fashioned our arrowheads
From the deep forbidden rock
O but did you see what people do?
And when you saw it you did it too
Now all your children are twice the size of you
And they come in at night through
The hole in your roof
The hole in your roof
The hole in your roof
The hole in your roof
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14. _ Brundisium
They married, a dandy and a back alley tough
On the foreshore while kids in the needling rough
Stayed low, in, and laid till they'd had enough
Of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September
By thickets beneath the hot halo above
The plague bodies bathed in their talentless love
It's hot in the town with its back to the sea
O darling don't put your veil over me
From thinking a life was about them when, long
They were the thorn in its side
The hard men got plucked and by measures were gone
At pride it plucked and out, out it pried
Where's the shame in a gentle man? Stand him next to me
It's hot in the town with its back to the sea
O darling don't put your veil over me
Honey we'll go without, honey grow old and thin
I love you like I love my own skin
From thinking a life was about them but stranger
The soft women lowed and came in and were in
To swoon "O welcome hot united sailor"
Welcome from unsteady decks and from danger
Did you see a new sun in the sky?
The sun is blood and blood is a lie
It's hot in the town with its back to the sea
O darling don't put your veil over me
Honey we'll go without, honey grow old and thin
I love you like I love my own skin
O my bonny lies over the ocean
My bonny grows old and thin
I love her like I love my own skin
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15. _ This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers
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16. _ Angels of the Bowling Green
The children of this cold coast
Are throwing themselves off cliffs,
We know that they don't want to
But memory insists -
Memories of water,
Fantasies of fins,
So be off baby seal.
Swim little fish...
Under mackerel sun, you're unnatural
O how, how do they breathe?
And whales hear whales
When love comes down there,
But also from miles
Hear pain and there fear.
Pinned by the water pins,
Stuck by the ships,
Mild the bay seems,
Mild in the mist...
Under mackerel sun, you're unnatural.
O how, how do they breathe?
On days when the bay breaks,
And gales gut the shore,
They come up from the water's edge,
And they appear young no more -
White haired, widowed, and what they would have been.
Children at eternal play.
Angels of the bowling green.
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17. _ O Song
You don't keep me company,
You all turn out wrong,
If you are my daughters, if you are my sons,
I can only hold you inside for so long,
O song, did I lead you on?
If you are my love, well love what's wrong?
You don't keep me company for near enough long,
I can't feel or touch you, or hold you for long,
O song, are you leading me on?
Friends come in time, and then they are gone,
I know what it's like to be floating along
Without a warm body to heap your cares on,
O on and into the night.
For I have been bad now for twenty years long,
For centuries you have been pure and strong,
If you thought me a good place to stay you were wrong,
O song, did I lead you on?
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18. _ Men Who Follow Spring the Planet 'Round
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19. _ There Is No Such Place
There is no such place,
O yes I have seen it too
Just a little different from how you do,
A river winding blue among the dunes
And a marble bed
A sun that doesn't set but settles.
There is no such place.
If I lower mine to yours
Would you kiss me on the face?
If you're looking for an unmarked place,
There is no such place
Blasted in appearance and
A composite of fearful minutes
Frozen in the waking instant
Longing, things I long for,
Peaceful nights,
Strangers at the door,
O come in, come in,
You've been here before.
There is no such place,
So perhaps we have a reason
For our long and falling face,
Above all it would be warm
But we would keep our heads all
Clear as Winter, storms would be
A sight to make us shiver
But without the chill
Of thinking all is hither-thither
Longing,
Things I long for,
Peaceful nights,
Strangers at the door,
O come in, come through the door,
You've been here before,
You've been here before
There is no such place,
O yes I have seen it too
Just a little different from how you do,
A house upon a hill with no windows
Just a can upon the sill
To catch your tears
To feed your garden.
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20. _ Here Comes the Night
Here comes the night.
Roll on you careless evening,
When we unite
Not a force concurs,
Not hell nor heaven,
So let it come, let it rain,
Let it burn though you and me again
In the slums without name,
And it isn't only poverty to blame.
Here comes your man.
Rolling down the street the callous field,
He puts it in your hand
And all the world is but a whilst and a milkshake.
O how can you breathe little blue?
You have hooks, you have holes in you,
In absentium and in lieu of all the things that have been promised you...
But o my sweet how incomplete you are,
In your eyes a smile so sweet
A silly soldiers scar
Splits you face from ear to ear,
You pretend that you simply cannot hear
The bells and the bombs going off in the galleria.
Here comes the night.
Roll on you careless evening,
When we unite
Not a force concurs,
Not hell nor heaven,
Let it come, let it rain
Let it burn through you and me again
In the alums without name,
And it isn't only poverty to blame -
My sweet how incomplete we are,
In their eyes am I from dust
You from my bones imparted.
And if that don't make you laugh at nature's rough replacement.
Too late in all : Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Roll on you night. the night good night. roll on.
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