• 1
    From St Kilda To Kings Cross

    From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus 

    I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines 
    rushing past 
    And all around me felt like all inside me 
    And my body left me and my soul went running 
     
    Have you ever seen Kings Cross when the rain is falling soft? 
    I came in on the evening bus, from Oxford Street I cut across 
    And if the rain don't fall too hard everything shines 
      just like a postcard 
    Everything goes on just the same 
    Fair-weather friends are the hungriest friends 
    I keep my mouth well shut, I cross their open hands 
     
    I want to see the sun go down from St Kilda Esplanade 
    Where the beach needs reconstruction, where the palm trees 
    have it hard 
    I'd give you all of Sydney harbour (all that land, all that water) 
    For that one sweet promenade 
     
  • 2
    Leaps And Bounds

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Chris Langman).


    I'm high on the hill
    Looking over the bridge
    To the MCG
    And way up on high
    The clock on the silo
    Says eleven degrees
    I remember, I remember

    I'm breathing today
    The month of May
    All the burning leaves
    I'm not hearing a sound
    My feet don't even
    Touch the ground
    I remember, I remember
    I go leaps and bounds

    Down past the river
    And across the playing fields
    The fields all empty
    Only for the burning leaves
    I remember, I remember
    I go leaps and bounds
    I remember everything

  • 3
    Before Too Long
    Before too long
    The one that you're loving
    Will wish that he'd never met you 
    Before too long
    He who is nothing
    Will suddenly come into view 
    So let the time keep rolling on 
    It's on my side
    Lonely nights will soon be gone 
    High is the tide
     
    Before too long 
    We'll be together
    And no one will tear us apart 
    Before too long
    The words will be spoken
    I know all the action by heart 
    As the night-time follows day 
    I'm closing in
    Every dog will have his day 
    Any dog can win
     
    Shut the shade, do not fear anymore
    Here I come creeping round your back door
     
    Before too long I'll be repeating
    What's happened before in my mind 
    Before too long
    Over and over
    ]ust like a hammer inside
     
    As the night-time follows day 
    I'm closing in
    Every dog will have his day 
    Any dog can win
     
    Before too long 
    Before too long
  • 4
    Darling It Hurts

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Steve Connolly).


    I see you standing on the corner with your dress so high
    And all the cars slow down as they go driving by
    I thought you said you had some place to go
    What are you doing up here putting it all on show?
    Darling, it hurts to see you down Darlinghurst tonight

    Do you remember, baby, how we laughed and cried?
    We said we'd be together 'til the day we died
    How could something so good turn so bad?
    I'd do it all again because you're the best I ever had
    Darling, it hurts to see you down Darlinghurst tonight

    See that man with the glad hands
    I want to kill him but it wouldn't be right
    Now here comes another man with the glad bags
    I want to break him but it's not my fight
    In one hand and out the other
    Baby, I don't even know why you bother
    Darling, it hurts to see you down Darlinghurst tonight 

  • 5
    Look So Fine, Feel So Low

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Maurice Frawley).

     
     
    I've been seen on the street 
    Wearing brand new clothes 
    I guess I've landed on my feet 
    I'm lucky I suppose 
    She tells me that she loves me 
    She buys me things 
    She wants to take care of me 
    And all I gotta do is sing, sing, sing, sing 
    Well I look so fine 
    But I feel so low 
    Yeah I look so fine 
    But I feel so low 
     
    She takes me by the arm 
    She takes me all around 
    She knows all her friends are talking 
    Saying look what our good girl's found 
    One thing she's got on you 
    She's so easy to impress 
    When she asks me dumb questions 
    All I gotta do is say yes, yes, yes, yes 
    Well I look so fine 
    But I feel so low 
    Yeah I look so fine 
    But I feel so low 
  • 6
    Dumb Things

    Welcome, strangers, to the show
    I’m the one who should be lying low
    Saw the knives out, turned my back
    Heard the train coming, stayed out on the track
    In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream
    I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings
    I’ve done all the dumb things

    Caught the fever, heard the tune
    Thought I loved her, hung my heart on the moon
    Started howling, made no sense
    Thought my friends would rush to my defence
    In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream
    I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings
    I’ve done all the dumb things

    And I get all your good advice
    It doesn’t stop me from going through these things twice
    I see the knives out, I turn my back
    I hear the train coming, I stay right on that track
    In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream
    I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings
    I’ve done all the dumb things
    I melted wax to fix my wings
    I’ve done all the dumb things
    I threw my hat into the ring
    I’ve done all the dumb things
    I thought that I just had to sing
    I’ve done all the dumb things

  • 7
    To Her Door
    They got married early, never had much money
    Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids
    He started up his drinking, then they started fighting
    He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids
    She said: "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die
    So watch me walking, out the door"
    She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door"
     
    She went to her brother's, got a little bar work
    He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year
    Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you
    She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare
    He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain
    On Olympic to her door
     
    He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
    Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit
    Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
    Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?
    He was shaking in his seat riding through the streets
    In a silvertop to her door
  • 8
    Bradman

    Sydney, 1926, this is the story of a man
    Just a kid in from the sticks, just a kid with a plan
    St George took a gamble, played him in first grade
    Pretty soon that young man showed them how to flash the blade
    And at the age of nineteen he was playing for the State
    From Adelaide to Brisbane the runs did not abate
    He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em straight

    He was more than just a batsman
    He was something like a tide
    He was more than just one man, he could take on any side
    They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand

    A team came out from England
    Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
    All through the summer of '28, '29 they gave the greencaps no relief
    Some reputations came to grief
    They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
    And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger is being born
    But who then could have seen the shape of things to come?
    In Bradman's first test he went for eighteen and for one
    They dropped him like a gun
    Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of them all
    And a man with a wisecracking habit
    But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his ears
    'Hey Whitey, that's my rabbit'
    Bradman never forgot it

    He was more than just a batsman
    He was something like a tide
    More than just one man, he was a match for any side
    Fathers took their sons' cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand

    England 1930 and the seed burst into flower
    All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was the power
    He murdered them in Yorkshire, he danced for them in Kent
    He laughed at them in Leicestershire; Leeds was an event
    Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books
    That really knocked those gents
    The critics could not comprehend this nonchalant phenomenon
    'Why this man is a machine' they said 'Even his friends say he isn't human'
    Even friends have to cut something

    He was more than just a batsman He was something like a tide
    More than just one man, he was half the side
    Fathers took their sons' cause fortune used to hide in the of his hand

    Summer 1932 and Captain Douglas had a plan
    When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was more than man to man
    And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled over sense
    When Oldfield hit the ground they nearly jumped the fence
    Now Bill Woodfull was as fine a man as ever went to wicket
    And the bruises on his body that day showed that he could stick it
    But to this day he's still quoted and only he could wear it
    'There are two sides out there today and only one of them’s playing cricket'
    He was longer than a memory, bigger than a town
    His feet they used to sparkle and he always kept them on the ground
    Fathers took their sons who never lost the sound of the roar of the grandstand

    Now shadows grow longer and there's so much more yet to be told
    But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole
    Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town
    I no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground

    He was more than just a batsman
    He was something like a tide
    More than just one man, he was half the bloody side
    They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand
     

  • 9
    Everything’s Turning To White
    Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends 
    They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend 
    One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream 
    And there's so much water so close to home 
     
    When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly 
    Warmed up with whiskey they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly 
    In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down 
    And there's so much water so close to home 
     
    When he holds me now I'm pretending 
    I feel like I'm frozen inside 
    And behind my eyes, my daily disguise 
    Everything's turning to white 
     
    It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was that close to freezing 
    But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the bruising 
    They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time 
    There's so much water so close to home 
     
    They carried her downstream from their fishing Between two rocks they gently wedged her 
    After all, they'd come so far, it was late 
    And the girl would keep, she was going nowhere 
    They stayed up there fishing for two days 
    They reported it on Sunday when they came back down 
    There's so much water so close to home 
     
    When he holds me now I'm pretending 
    Nothing is working inside 
    And behind my eyes, my daily disguise 
    Everything's turning to white 
     
    The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested 
    On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested 
    I went to the service a stranger, I drove past the lake out of town 
    There's so much water so close to home 
     
    When he holds me now I'm pretending 
    Nothing is working inside 
    And behind my eyes, my daily disguise 
    Everything's turning to white 
  • 10
    Sweet Guy
    In the morning we wreck the bed
    You bring me coffee black and boiling
    Then we start up again and the coffee goes cold
    I wake up drinking from your lips
    Kisses warm and tender
    And I'd give up the world just to see you smile
     
    One thing I will never understand 
    (It's become my problem)
    And it's something that's right out of my hands 
    (My hands are clean)
    What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
     
    I went to town with a moody man, 
    a handsome Dr. Jekyll
    He was right by my side turning into Mr. Hyde
    I ran for cover but I ran too slow
    I was stitched by strangers
    And they shook their heads that someone could do the things you did
     
    One thing I will never understand 
    (It's become my problem)
    And it's something that's right out of my hands 
    (My hands are clean)
    What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
     
    I must be mad, I must be crazy, 
    Everyone tells me so
    Everyday I see it coming, 
    Now I'm facing the wall, waiting for the blow
    In the morning you kiss my head
    You say it was another
    Now you're down on your knees
    Begging me to forgive you please
    I wake up aching from your touch
    Every muscle tender
    Then I look in your eyes, the way you smile
    And I'm hypnotized
     
    One thing I will never understand
    (It's become my problem)
    And it's something that's right out of my hands
    (My hands are clean)
    What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
  • 11
    Careless
    How many cabs in New York City, how many angels on a pin?
    How many notes in a saxophone, how many tears in a bottle of gin? 
    How many times did you call my name, knock at the door but you couldn't get in? 
     
    I know I've been careless 
     
    I've been wrapped up in a shell, nothing could get through to me
    Acted like I didn't know I had friends and family 
    I saw worry in their eyes, it didn't look like fear to me 
     
    I know I've been careless 
    I lost my tenderness 
    I've been careless 
    I took bad care of this 
     
    Like a mixture in a bottle, like a frozen over lake 
    Like a long-time, painted smile I got so hard I had to crack 
    You were there, you held the line, you're the one that brought me back 
     
    I know I've been careless 
    I lost my tenderness 
    I've been careless 
    I took bad care of this 
     
    How many cabs in New York City, how many angels on a pin? 
    How many notes in a saxophone, how many tears in a bottle of gin? 
    How many times did you call my name, knock at the door but you couldn't get in? 
    How many stars in the milky way, how many ways can you lose a friend? 
  • 12
    Winter Coat
    We were lovers once long ago 
    Walking through cold city streets like lovers do 
    Stopped inside a market 
    Kissed beside a stall 
    Someone said 'You'd better move on if you're not buying at all' 
     
    Then I saw the winter coat hanging on the rack 
    I thought about that winter coat hanging on my back 
    So you helped me try it on 
    It was just my size 
    Then you bought that coat for me after haggling over the price 
     
    Now when it's chilly 
    Up in these cold, cold hills 
    I just put on my winter coat 
    My winter coat keeps me warm 
     
    Years have come along 
    Years have gone 
    Some friends have risen 
    Some have moved on 
    And my old winter coat still hangs by my front door 
    Holding all the stories I don't remember anymore 
     
    And when it gets freezing 
    Up in these cold, cold hills 
    I just put on my winter coat 
    My winter coat keeps me warm 
  • 13
    From Little Things Big Things Grow

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Kev Carmody).


    Gather round people I'll tell you a story
    An eight year long story of power and pride
    British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
    Were opposite men on opposite sides

    Vestey was fat with money and muscle
    Beef was his business, broad was his door
    Vincent was lean and spoke very little
    He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

    From little things big things grow
    From little things big things grow

    Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
    Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
    Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
    Gurindji decided they must make a stand

    They picked up their swags and started off walking
    At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
    Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
    Back at the homestead and then in the town

    From little things big things grow
    From little things big things grow

    Vestey man said "I'll double your wages
    Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand"
    Vincent said "Uhuh we're not talking about wages
    We're sitting right here till we get our land"
    Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
    "You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow!"
    Vince said "If we fall others are rising”

    From little things big things grow
    From little things big things grow"

    Then Vincent Lingiari boarded an aeroplane
    Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
    And daily he went round softly speaking his story
    To all kinds of men from all walks of life

    And Vincent sat down with big politicians
    "This affair", they told him, "it's a matter of state
    Let us sort it out, your people are hungry"
    Vincent said "No thanks, we know how to wait"

    From little things big things grow
    From little things big things grow

    Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an aeroplane
    Back to his country once more to sit down
    And he told his people "Let the stars keep on turning
    We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns"

    Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
    'Til one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
    And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
    And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand

    From little things big things grow
    From little things big things grow

    That was the story of Vincent Lingiari
    But this is the story of something much more
    How power and privilege cannot move a people
    Who know where they stand and stand in the law

    From little things big things grow
    From little things big things grow

  • 14
    When I First Met Your Ma
    When I first met your mother 
    I was playing in a bar 
    She walked in with my girlfriend 
    My foolish girlfriend brought her there 
    She looked so pretty and dangerous 
    As she brushed back her hair 
    And I was not the only one 
    Taking notice in that bar 
    When I first met your ma 
     
    When I first kissed your mother 
    I was single once again 
    We walked through Fitzroy Gardens 
    There she took my hand 
    We could not stop our kissing 
    Then she whispered in my ear 
    'Soon you'll get to know me, 
    So let's not go too far' 
    When I first kissed your ma 
     
    Love like a bird flies away 
    You'll find out the only way 
    Love like a bird flies away 
     
    When we first lay together 
    Inside her father's house 
    We tried so to be quiet 
    As we held each other close 
    Then her dad came pounding and kicked me out of there 
    I walked two miles in Melbourne rain 
    I could have walked ten more 
    When I first loved your ma 
     
    Love like a bird flies away 
    You'll find out the only way 
    Love like a bird flies away 
  • 15
    Pouring Petrol On A Burning Man
    I've been pumping on the jack 
    All my lonely days are stacked 
    Now I'm heading straight for you 
    I've been working on the wire 
    I've been putting out these fires 
    Now I'm heading straight for you 
     
    Oh my angel 
    I'm carrying the can 
    Oh my angel 
    You're pouring petrol on a burning man 
     
    I've been changing dirty oil 
    Now my rags are really soiled 
    And I'm heading straight for you 
    I've been laying it too thick 
    I've been cleaning up the slick 
    Now I'm heading straight for you 
     
    Oh my angel 
    I'm carrying the can 
    Oh my angel 
    You're pouring petrol on a burning man 
     
    Every night above my head
    Ever night inside my head
    I’m heading straight for you
     
    Oh my angel 
    I'm carrying the can 
    Oh my angel 
    You're pouring petrol on a burning man
  • 16
    Song From The Sixteenth Floor

    (Written by Paul Kelly and John Clifforth).


    Something's frying on the floor below
    I'm leaning out of my window
    The sky's on fire, the street's all aglow
    And somebody's singing to the radio
    I would jump from the sixteenth floor
    If I only could get next to you
    Put my head in a lion's jaw if I only could get next to you
    I'm walking the floor, I'm climbing the walls
    I wake up from dreaming, that's when I fall
    I would jump from the sixteenth floor
    If I only could get next to you
    Put my head in a lion's jaw if I only could get next to you
    Over broken glass I would crawl, yes I would darling
    Every day I speak your name
    If I had wings I'd fly 'cause you're not here to hold me
    I'd walk on burning coal, I'd sell my only soul
    I would jump from the sixteenth floor, put my head in a lion's jaw
    Take a ride on Niagara Falls if I only could get next to you

  • 17
    Deeper Water

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Randy Jacobs).


    On a crowded beach in a distant time
    At the height of summer see a boy of five
    At the water's edge so nimble and free
    Jumping over the ripples looking way out to sea

    Now a man comes up from amongst the throng
    Takes the young boy's hand and his hand is strong
    And the child feels safe, yeah the child feels brave
    As he's carried in those arms up and over the waves

    Deeper water, deeper water, deeper water, calling them on

    Let's move forward now and the child's seventeen
    With a girl in the back seat tugging at his jeans
    And she knows what she wants, she guides with her hand
    As a voice cries inside him – I'm a man, I'm a man!

    Deeper water, deeper water, deeper water, calling him on
    Now the man meets a woman unlike all the rest
    He doesn't know it yet but he's out of his depth
    And he thinks he can run, it's a matter of pride
    But he keeps coming back like a cork on the tide

    Well the years hurry by and the woman loves the man
    Then one night in the dark she grabs hold of his hand
    Says 'There, can you feel it kicking inside!'
    And the man gets a shiver right up and down his spine

    Deeper water, deeper water, deeper water, calling them on

    So the clock moves around and the child is a joy
    But Death doesn't care just who it destroys
    Now the woman gets sick, thins down to the bone
    She says 'Where I'm going next, I'm going alone'

    On a distant beach lonely and wild
    At a later time see a man and a child
    And the man takes the child up into his arms
    Takes her over the breakers
    To where the water is calm

    Deeper water, deeper water,
    deeper water, calling them on

  • 18
    Give In To My Love
    Have you heard the news of my love? 
    Did they send a message down 
    That I'm on the march with my love? 
    And I'm death or glory bound 
    From the mountains to the marshes 
    My love is gaining ground 
    Give in to my love, give in to my love 
     
    Well I want to show you my love 
    It's bigger than a Cadillac 
    But you keep up your resistance 
    And you try to drive me back 
    I want to show you all my love 
    It's bigger than a Cadillac 
    Give in to my love, give in to my love 
     
    My love is like a drunkard 
    Holding up the bar 
    And he'll say the same thing over 
    And he'll fix you with his stare 
    You try and change the subject 
    But you won't escape the war 
    Give in to my love, give in to my love 
    Give in to my love, give in to my love
  • 19
    How To Make Gravy
    Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
    It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
    If I get good behaviour, I'll be out of here by July
    Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day, please don't let 'em cry for me
    I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland
    Stella's flying in from the coast
    They say it's gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe, but that won't stop the roast
    Who's gonna make the gravy now? I bet it won't taste the same
    Just add flour, salt, a little red wine and don't forget a dollop of tomato sauce for sweetness and that    extra tang

    And give my love to Angus and to Frank and Dolly,

    Tell 'em all I'm sorry I screwed up this time
    And look after Rita, I'll be thinking of her early Christmas morning
    When I'm standing in line
     
    I hear Mary's got a new boyfriend, I hope he can hold his own
    Do you remember the last one? What was his name again?
    (Just a little too much cologne)
    And Roger, you know I'm even gonna miss Roger
    'Cause there's sure as hell no one in here I want to fight
    Oh praise the Baby Jesus, have a Merry Christmas,
    I'm really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash
    And later in the evening, I can just imagine,
    You'll put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back
    And you'll dance with Rita, I know you really like her,
    Just don't hold her too close, oh brother please don't stab me in the back
    I didn't mean to say that, it's just my mind it plays up,
    Multiplies each matter, turns imagination into fact
    You know I love her badly, she's the one to save me,
    I'm gonna make some gravy, I'm gonna taste the fat
    Tell her that I'm sorry, yeah I love her badly, tell 'em all I'm sorry,
    And kiss the sleepy children for me
    You know one of these days, I'll be making gravy,
    I'll be making plenty, I'm gonna pay 'em all back.
  • 20
    Nothing On My Mind

    (Written by Paul Kelly, Peter Luscombe and Steven Hadley).


    Rack 'em up Jim, it's your break
    Set 'em up Max, it's my shout
    You know I really could go a round or three
    You wouldn't believe the crap I've had to deal with this week
    And I'm shovelling most of it for free
    'Grace under pressure'-that's what the old man said
    Yeah the old man said a lot of things in his time
    Well, fighting a bull's one thing but fighting bullshit's another
    And around here you know the bullshit just never seems to die
    I just want nothing on my mind

    Christ hell! It's warming up in here, listen to that guitar player will ya
    Do you think anyone could get him to turn down?
    Where'd Jim go, sorry I didn't catch your name
    It's impossible to hear a word above that sound
    I'm a little thirsty, I'm running out of money, hey I'm a legend not a star
    And I'll talk to anyone yes I will
    Just as long as I can keep ripping the scab off those cold little vicious ones as they keep coming right across the bar
    I just want nothing on my mind

    There was a man on the radio today talking about the young people
    Said we should listen to the young people, said they're a victim of conspiracy
    The young people, Jesus! What's that supposed to mean? I never did one damn good thing 'til I was over thirty
    I'm gonna get up in the morning, chug-a-Iug a coffee
    Get on my bike and ride away
    Find me a beach with a nice little break and I'm gonna catch wave after wave after wave
    Until there's nothing on my mind
    (Whoever brought me here will have to take me home) 

  • 21
    Love Letter
    Gonna sit myself down and write you a love letter 
    Gonna dream of the time when my life is better 
    This is my only prayer 
    This is my only plea 
    I wanna make a deep connection 
    Between you and me 
     
    Well, I see you around in the usual places 
    And I see you talk to and kiss lucky faces 
    You're every rich man's prayer 
    And every poor boy's dream 
    I wanna make a deep connection 
    Between you and me 
    Yeah, I feel a deep connection 
    Between you and me 
     
    Each night when I lie down in my lonely bed 
    I'm tossing and turning 
    This is my only prayer 
    This is my only plea 
    Wanna make a deep connection 
    Wanna make a deep connection 
    'Cause I feel a deep connection 
    Between you and me
  • 22
    Our Sunshine

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Mick Thomas).


    There came a man on a stolen horse
    And he rode right onto the page
    Burning bright but not for long
    Lit up with a holy rage
    No turning back for the child of grace
    With the blood red on his hand
    Never known to hurt a woman
    He never robbed an honest man
    His mother held in jail, his daddy dead
    And daily rising the price upon his head

    Our sunshine, our sunshine
    Through fire and flood, through tears and blood
    Through dust and mud still riding on

    Forever trapped in a suit of steel
    With the hotel burning behind
    Betrayed by his companions
    And the train waiting down the line
    Forever tall on a bareback horse
    Getting through by the skin of his teeth
    It's one more for the ladies
    Now one more for the police
    Riding all night hungry, tired and cold
    Into the misty morning
    He'll never grow old

    Our sunshine, our sunshine
    Through fire and flood, through tears and blood
    Through dust and mud still riding on

    As he stood before the judge’s chair
    He said ‘I’m free and easy-I’ll see you there!’

    Our sunshine, our sunshine
    Through fire and flood, through tears and blood
    Through dust and mud still riding on 

  • 23
    Gathering Storm

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Mart Saarelaht)


    I had a dream
    I saw you walking down the road
    In a gathering storm

    Wind on the rise
    A black crow was flying
    You alone in a gathering storm

    I wake up alone in my bed
    There's nothing before my eyes
    And outside the door
    Only the sighing
    And you out there in a gathering storm

    So cover your head
    Keep your eyes open
    Make speed in the gathering storm

    I rise up and turn on the light
    Now it's shining in my window
    My walls are strong
    My chimney's smoking
    God speed you
    In the gathering storm 

  • 24
    Every Fucking City
    We argued on the channel train to Paris 
    The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again 
    But by the time that we got down to Lyon 
    Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain 
    We split up for a while in Barcelona 
    We met up six days later in Madrid 
    I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better 
    And for a little while it almost did 
     
    Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen 
    Trying hard to forget your name 
    And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza 
    And every fucking city feels the same 
     
    You said to call you when I got to London 
    A French girl told me that you'd left a note 
    I said to her 'I like your accent' and she thought I sounded funny 
    So we ended up drinking in Soho 
    Foolishly I followed you to Dublin 
    Like a ghost 1 walked the streets of Temple Bar 
    And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters 
    And once I thought I saw you from afar 
     
    Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki 
    And they're playing 'La Vida Loca' once again 
    And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here 
    Yeah, every fucking city sounds the same
     
    At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam 
    An email from you said you'd gone to Rome 
    For a minute I thought maybe, but my funds were running low 
    And anyway 'it sounded like you weren't alone 
    So I headed north and ended up in Hamburg 
    A chilly city suits a troubled soul 
    And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much 
    To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal 
     
    Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm 
    And the waiter here wants me to know his name 
    And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages 
    But every fucking city tastes the same 
    Arriverderci, au revoir, aufWiedersen, hasta la vista, baby 
    Yeah, every fucking city's just the same 
  • 25
    Be Careful What You Pray For
    Be careful what you pray for 
    You just might get it 
    Be careful what you pray for 
    You might regret it 
    You get your hands on that glittering prize 
    Now everybody's coming at you from every side 
    Be careful what you pray for 
    You just might get it 
     
    Be careful what you want now 
    You might be sorry 
    Be careful what you want now 
    You might be sorry 
    You finally make it to your place in the sun 
    You stop and look around you – you're friends 
    with no one 
    Be careful what you want now 
    You might be sorry 
     
    Go ahead like a moth to the flame
    Go ahead
     
    Be careful what you dream on Dreams come true 
    Be careful what you dream on They can turn on you 
    Revenge is a dish they say best tasted cold 
    But revenge digs two graves, makes a young person old 
    Be careful what you dream on 
    It might come true
  • 26
    Love Is The Law
    Though I speak in tongues of angels 
    And in many tongues of men 
    Though prophecy may sing through me 
    Without love I'm nothing 
     
    Though I understand all mysteries 
    And can see the story's end 
    Though my faith can move mountains 
    Without love I'm nothing 
     
    Love is the law, the law is love 
    Love is the law, the law is love 
     
    You may give away your riches 
    Do good deeds in the sight of men 
    You may be strong against temptation 
    But without love you're nothing 
     
    Without love you're just useless 
    Without love you're living in hell 
    Without love you're so hollow 
    An empty horn, a clanging bell
     
    Love is the law, the law is love 
    Love is the law, the law is love 
     
    Love can suffer hardship 
    Love is tough and kind 
    Love is never envious 
    Or puffed up with pride 
     
    Love is always truthful 
    Love is never stale 
    Love is always hopeful 
    And never dreams that it can fail 
     
    Love is the law, the law is love 
    Love is the law, the law is love 
  • 27
    If I Could Start Today Again
    All the kings and queens in the bible 
    They could not turn back time 
    So what chance have I of a miracle 
    In this life of mine? 
    I only want one day 
    To unsay the things I said 
    Undo the thing I did 
    Twenty-four little hours 
    Oh God! Please wipe them all away 
    And I promise I will change 
    If I could start today again 
     
    I know I'm not the milk and honey kind 
    Today I proved it true 
    When the red mist falls around my eyes 
    I know not what I do 
    Please give me back today 
    And I won't say the things I said 
    Or do that thing I did 
    Every minute, every hour 
    The replay's just the same 
    And I can't stand the shame 
    Oh, let me start today again 
     
    I only want one day 
    One lousy day, that's all 
    Of every day that's been before 
    Since time began 
    I know my prayer's in vain 
    But for a second I'll pretend 
    That I can start today again
  • 28
    Won’t You Come Around
    Well, I know it's getting kinda late 
    I guess I should turn out the light and bide my time 
    Tomorrow eight o'clock, you said, would be just fine 
    But tomorrow's so far away 
    And only you can make this brain shut down 
    Oh, won't you come around? 
     
    Now, I think I'm getting much too fond 
    I know you got a lot of stuff going on 
    You got your rules and you need your beauty sleep as well 
    But time moves like glue 
    And in my head it's you I'm always talking to 
    I've been found! Oh, won't you come around 
    With your long hair down? 
    Won't you come around? 
     
    Well, I don't want to move too fast 
    I'm hoping this is gonna last-the way you smile 
    When you catch me coming makes me ten foot high 
    No, I don't want to rush you now 
    But maybe tonight you can break your rule somehow 
    Oh, won't you come around 
    With your long hair down? 
    Won't you come around? 
    And shut my thinking down? 
    Oh, won't you come around? 
  • 29
    Gunnamatta

    (Written by Paul Kelly, Dan Kelly, Dan Luscombe and Peter Luscombe).


    It's not what you do, it's just the way that you do it makes me feel this way
    It's not what I see, it's what I read in the looks you've been giving me
    Now make no mistake I'm not sure I can take anymore of this waiting game
    If I had my way I'd like to hear you say
    You kind of feel the same way too
    So, When will you be mine, do I have to wait forever
    When will you be mine do I have to wait forever,

    When will you be mine, when will you be mine, when will you be mine
    It's not what you think, but when you take a drink I feel this invitation
    There's no need to worry, 'cause I'm in no hurry I just want that sensation
    I don't look for trouble, but sometimes that trouble, come looking for me, yeah
    There's one thing that I want to do It's take you out of here with me
    So, When will you be mine, do I have to wait forever
    When will you be mine, do I have to wait forever

    When will you be mine, When will you be mine
    When will you be mine, do I have to wait forever
    When will you be mine, do I have to wait forever

    When will you be mine,
    What's the problem I've got to know

    When will you be mine,
    Please don't keep me in suspense this way

    When will you be mine,
    This waiting is killing me

    When will you be mine,
    I can't stand your drinking all night

  • 30
    Your Lovin’ Is On My Mind

    The stars out here are so clear in the sky
    Everywhere I look they're filling up my eye
    The world is turning on its giant wheel
    If you were here I'd show you how I feel
    Your loving is on my mind
    Your loving is on my mind

    The curlew just now made its mournful cry
    Somewhere, someone's just about to die
    Your country mouth takes my breath away
    I need more sleep before the break of day
    Your loving is on my mind
    Your loving is on my mind

    I was dreaming last night of a big house by the sea
    There were people and things and then just you and me
    You led me down a path onto the sand
    We walked into the water hand in hand
    Your loving is on my mind
    Your loving is on my mind

  • 31
    Song Of The Old Rake
    Pretty child, come here to me
    And listen to my story
    Won’t you sit down on my knee
    Your eyes are like your mother’s
    And you mother’s mother’s
    Deeper than the deep blue sea
    All them girls I used to love
    By the fire, all alone, I sit dreaming of
    All them girls I used to hold
    I made their love turn cold
     
    These old bones are aching
    These old hands are shaking
    Lord, I can’t see the page
    Sing me the song I taught you
    Fetch my wine and water
    Never thought I’d reach this stage
    All them girls I used to know
    Like a fool acting smart I let them go
    All them girls, long time gone
    I lost them one by one
     
    All them girls with their creamy skin
    What I’d give just to have one in my arms again
    Oh, my girl, when you start to play
    Don’t give your heart away
    All them girls I used to kiss
    I don’t know how my days all came down to this
    All them girls I used to hold
    I made their love turn cold
  • 32
    They Thought I Was Asleep

    We were driving back from the country one night
    Mum and dad up the front and the rest of us snug and tight
    My kid brother grizzled for a little minute
    ‘Til my big sister told him he’d better quit it or die
    It had been a long day in the countryside
    Playing with the cousins on my mother’s side
    The sound of the radio closed our eyes drifting over the seat
    And then I fell asleep

    I don’t know what woke me up
    Maybe a country song or a big truck passing by
    I could hear my mama and papa talking
    Papa said something then mama began to cry
    No more words then, just soft sobs and my head began to throb
    I just lay there playing dog breathing slow and deep
    They thought I was asleep
    They thought I was asleep

    It seemed forever ‘til the sobbing stopped
    Then they talked for a little while but just too soft to hear
    Daddy kept looking at the side of her face
    One hand on the wheel and one hand stroking her hair
    The headlights shining from the other way
    Showed tears on the cheeks of daddy’s face
    I prayed for Jesus to send his grace
    And all our souls to keep
    Back then I believed
    They thought I was asleep
    The night was dark and deep
    How I wish I was asleep

  • 33
    Everybody Loves You Baby

    (Written by Paul Kelly, Dan Kelly, Dan Luscombe and Peter Luscombe).


    When you roll into town
    And start laying it down
    Everybody’s lapping it up
    Woman, child and man

    Tonight you’ve got them all
    Right in the palm of your hand

    Here comes something I said
    And it sounds so familiar
    Coming out of your mouth
    It’s all distortion and lies

    Now you take your bow
    As they all go wild

    Everybody loves you baby
    Everybody loves you baby
    Everybody, but not me

    (Everybody but not me)
    I played my part so well
    (Everybody but not me)
    But I don’t feel it anymore
    (Everybody but not me)
    Go find somebody else
    To come on out and play

    Everybody loves you baby
    Everybody loves you baby
    Everybody, but not me

  • 34
    God Told Me To

    My name is John Johanna, I am misunderstood
    Lately I have been accused of grievous murder in cold blood
    My mission is most righteous, my cause is true and just
    The wicked need chastisement, you know it’s either them or us
    God told me to
    I did what I had to do
    God told me to

    All around me empty chatter, the old men wring their hands,
    Meanwhile in broad daylight Satan gathers his unholy bands
    The mighty strength of angels carries me on my seeking flight
    My anger is a hammer – you know not its power or the hour it strikes!
    God told me to
    I answer not to them or you
    God told me to

    Seven golden candles flaming bring forth the Son of Man
    In his mouth a two-edged sword, seven stars shining in his right hand
    The beast has eyes before him, the beast has eyes behind
    Those not with me are against me, they’re surely gonna feel my holy fire!
    God told me to
    To thine own self be true
    God told me to
    God told me to
    I’m just doing what I have to do
    God told me to

  • 35
    You’re 39, You’re Beautiful And You’re Mine
    I don’t talk all that much
    About my feelings and such
    Though I try to keep in touch with this heart of mine
    But now I’m gonna speak out loud
    ‘Cause it makes me feel so proud
    That we’re standing the test of time
    You’re 39, you’re beautiful and you’re mine
     
    I wake up every day
    On my tongue a song of praise
    You still take my breath away in the morning light
    Down all the dogging days
    You keep on getting better with age
    Like a lovingly made bottle of wine
    You’re 39, you’re beautiful and you’re mine
     
    Like a sailing ship at sea
    Bearing spice and history
    You come swaying to me in your prime
    You’re 39, you’re beautiful and you’re mine
    I’m gonna say it one more time
    You’re 39, you’re beautiful and you’re mine
  • 36
    Thoughts In The Middle Of The Night

    (Written by Paul Kelly, Dan Kelly, Dan Luscombe and Peter Luscombe).


    All is dark but for the greenish glow
    Of the bedside clock radio
    It’s 3 am – here they come again
    Just like they’ve done before
    First there’s one and then a couple more
    Like little birds perching on a wire
    And soon there’s a gathering
    A crooning restless choir
    Of thoughts in the middle of the night

    You toss and turn – 3-45
    When little things magnify
    Lists uncrossed, chances lost
    A conversation gone awry
    Now they’re lining up – all these old mistakes
    You’re looking back at the sad parade
    Warnings you chose not to hear
    Calling now loud and clear
    But too late! In the middle of the night

    5 am – you haven’t solved a thing
    You’re right back where you started from
    And they just won’t go away
    They have come to play
    These thoughts – until the break of day

  • 37
    Shane Warne
    Shane Warne – well known to history
    Shane Warne – bowler of mystery
    Whenever he walked up to the wicket
    A change came over the game of cricket
    He had the leg spin, flipper and googly
     
    He came on the scene in 1992
    Those Indian batsmen showed him a thing or two
    “This fellow,” some said, “he don’t stand a chance!”
    But soon he began to make the ball dance
    In Sri Lanka he first showed his colours true
     
    Manchester, England in 1993
    He bowled what they call the ball of the century
    Mike Gatting looked up, struck as dumb as a post
    And walked from the crease like he’d just seen a ghost
    Shane Warne’s first Ashes delivery
     
    From that time on he played with the batsman’s mind
    From Brisbane to Durban he had them in such a bind
    To go forward or back, to play or abstain
    Intensely the pressure built up in the brain
    And always the chirping from behind
     
    Mr Warne on his phone sent a lot of texts
    ‘Cause he liked to have quite a lot of sex
    He took a prohibited pill to lose his love handles
    Said “Mum gave it to me!” – what a terrible scandal!
    We wondered “What will Warney do next?”
     
    Shane Warne – truly a sporting magician
    Always played like a man on a mission
    Each time he came in to bat or to bowl
    He believed in his powers to take control
    Even when he was not in the peak of condition
     
    Shane Warne bowled with his friend Glen McGrath
    In Sydney they took their last hurrah
    Now Ponting and Taylor, Steve Waugh all agree
    To have two such men they were lucky indeed
    Shane Warne and his good friend Glen McGrath
    Ooh ah!