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
O, fraudulent mirror, oh, 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
You can't walk through the Isle of the dead You can't lie still in the guest house bed There's a pair of black eyes staring down at you From the mountain
In the chest of a dealer hammers And smelts a foul charge As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony And metes her an unholy barrage (O, the living
Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way, I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay, A ring of effusia settled on
I dreamt I got a snakebite Just a dream but upon waking up my head felt light My arm felt tight Where the serpent struck A mark so faintly There
Shining city on the plain, No more sorrow, no more pain, City of Rescue I don't know, Is that where all good people go? If that's where all good people
This light doesn't hide in a bushel anymore, But I don't know what you could use it for. I've got the courage and I've got the same fear, So gather
Strange paradise that you're living in, Strangers talk to you in hissing tongues, fictioning. I've gone inside some, you don't see me none, I don't
Pity the boy in front of me He was only 16, Lifted up my axe then down, Split his head like a cord of wood. Not for me the huon pine, Not for me
Lately the smoke from the burning bushes, Has the eye and the mouth tasting ashes, For the price we've the haze of Olympus, Ambling by the Children
A dragon with the head of a bulldog, A mountain with a crop of white snow, A blue sky over Glenorchy, And I've got nowhere to go. I didn't ask for
O how my great liberal heart labours, With the piss in my rivers and gall, Before gleaming ceremonial sabres, Who falls on them falls for us all...
I didn't know you, I never knew you, Now I'm never gonna see you again. An acquaintance all my childhood years I could never call you a friend. I
As the cold comes to claim up I take the air and know your pink aroma, And I should haunt your very vestibules and hover like the smoke over Tecoma,
Well versed I am in the taint of my birth, my diminishing role in this sphere, But sometimes I require a communique from the Mother to make it clear,
There must have been a light in your eyes that you didn't see the devil in me, When he was right there inside, In my low company that I never made an
Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen; if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is
