In the clear white circles
of morning wonder I
take my place with
the Lord of the hills and
the blue-eyed soldiers
stand slightly discoloured in
neat little rows sporting
canvas frills
With their jock-straps pinching they
slouch to attention while
queuing for sarnies at
the office canteen saying
how's your granny and that
good old Ernie?
He coughed up a tenner on
a premium bond win
(Jethro Tull, Thick as a Brick, 1972)
I am a wild colonial boy
My name you'll never see
My land is ruled by Anglophiles
And forces foreign to me
I do not curse your referees
In boardrooms far away
Yeah who am I to question these
Who plan their final day
I've never known the jealousies
The overcrowded pain
I live and breathe the silences
The dust where no man reigns
I'm in love,
I got blazing light
Ten thousand miles of ocean
I'm alone
And there's more like me
Ignoring the end of their show
And when they shaft my brother dear
And pay him off with lies
I fill my hand with the Union card
And aim between their eyes
And if I smile,
When they crawl around
Too condescending to blame me
I am young,
Baby they're so old
Gothic, religious and tame
I am just a wild colonial boy
My name you'll never see
I breathe the silence that destroys
All their desperate harmony
"Wild Colonial Boy" (Don Walker)
Motion Picture Soundtrack - Radiohead
Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get back where I belong
I think youre crazy, maybe
I think youre crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
Its not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
I think youre crazy, maybe
I think youre crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
McArthur Park, memorably performed by Richard Harris
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave
on the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
and the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
and never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
after all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.
I will take my life into my hands
and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes
and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
and my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
and wondering why.
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Here you go Shav, this one's for you...
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head it didn't hurt,
And the beer I had for breakfast was so good I had one more for dessert,
So I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt...
Don't remember the rest, but it's by Kris Kristofferson.
