• 1
    Adelaide

    The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
    And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
    Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
    We lived on the bend; it was there I was raised and fed
    Counting and running as I go
    Down past the hedges all in a row
    In Adelaide, Adelaide

    Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
    I was thirteen, I never dreamed he could fall
    And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
    I rang the bells, I never felt nothing at all
    All the king's horses, all the king's men
    Cannot bring him back again

    Find me a bar or a girl or guitar, now where do you go on a Saturday night?
    I own this town, I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
    And the streets are so wide, everybody's inside
    Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
    (This is my town!)
    All the king's horses, all the king's men
    Wouldn't drag me back again
    To Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide
     

  • 2
    After The Show

    After the show
    Where shall we go?
    I want to go downtown
    Don't want to go uptown no more
    Just want to go downtown

    Wasn't it grand?

    The music, the band
    I know it ain't cheap
    But I just can't sleep
    Know what I mean

    I get this feeling inside
    It's just a feeling I can't hide
    Oh we're gonna have some fun tonight
    We're gonna ball and shout
    We're gonna have a real good time
    After the show
     

  • 3
    Anastasia Changes Her Mind

    Anastasia left a kiss on the mirror
    And a couple of condoms by the bed
    I tried to find her on her old number
    But I just got her boyfriend instead
    Oh it's hard, so hard
    When Anastasia changes her mind

    So I went back to working the quadrellas
    I collected three times in a row
    I swear it must have been that kiss on the mirror
    That I'd touch with my lips just for luck each time I'd go
    Oh it's hard, very hard
    When Anastasia changes her mind

    Now the numbers were my daily devotion
    I was stashing big bills in the floor

    Then one night at my door a commotion
    Anastasia-at some ungodly hour!
    I said 'Baby can I fix you a coffee
    And tomorrow let me buy you a dress
    Since you've been gone I got lucky'
    She just nodded her head and said 'I guess'
    Oh it's hard, yeah it's hard
    When Anastasia changes her mind

    Now 'Stacey' takes the crumbs from the table
    And feeds them out back to the birds
    Me, I can't even pick the daily double

    Since that kiss on the mirror disappeared
    Yeah it's hard, ain't it hard
    When Anastasia changes her mind
     

  • 4
    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
     

  • 5
    Beautiful Promise

    You made me a beautiful promise
    You told me a wonderful lie
    Can you keep that beautiful promise?
    I've seen tall fountains dwindle and die

    We're chasing a beautiful rainbow
    Our story hasn't been told
    It takes rain to make a rainbow
    It takes a sun dying to turn the world gold

    The days run outside the window
    Like horses across the plains 
    Fireflies dance in the shadows
    Love don't shine steady-it waxes and wanes

  • 6
    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
     

  • 7
    Beggar On The Street Of Love

    In my time I have been a rich man giving favours
    All the world at my feet and its many different flavours
    I sucked it all dry
    Now I realise
    I'm a beggar on the street of love

    All the rest have no charm
    There's nothing they can give me
    What I want makes me poor
    In this great big world of plenty
    I'm holding out my cup
    Only you can fill it up
    I'm a beggar on the street of love

    On my own I'm standing, so patiently
    And my heart keeps calling, calling out for you to see
    You look right through me and you pass me by

    Take my hand, lead me to your loving milk and honey
    Cover me, keep me from the night so cold and rainy
    Please, I'm down on my knees
    I'm a beggar on the street of love
     

  • 8
    Behind The Bowler’s Arm

    Oh it's been a hard, hard year
    Pushing shit uphill
    But shit happens all the time
    And I guess it always will
    Now the days are getting long
    Summer's on its way
    And I can't wait for Christmas
    'Cause the day after Christmas is Boxing Day
    And you'll know where to find me
    Ten rows back at the MCG
    Right behind the bowler's arm

    So leave your worries at the farm
    Don't fret about the rain
    Hold your credit over at the store
    Bring the kids down on the train
    Meet me on the Richmond side
    Just outside the gate
    I want to see that very first ball
    But don't sweat if you're running late
    'Cause you'll know where to find me
    There's no other place I'd rather be
    But right behind the bowler's arm

    And if we're lucky we might see
    Someone make a ton or a slashing fifty
    Yeah if we're lucky there might be
    A bowling spell of sheer wizardry
    But most probably
    Nothing much will happen at all

    And when the angels add my days
    And say my time is up
    I'll say to them 'Now hold on please
    There's just one thing that you forgot

    I know each man must leave this world
    Behind when he gets called

    But we had a deal that you won't count
    The days I watched the bat and the ball'
    And the angels …

    They'll know where to find me
    There's no other place I'd rather be
    But right behind the bowler's arm
    Yeah they'll know where to find me
    Ten rows back with sunburnt knees
    Right behind the bowler's arm
     

  • 9
    Big Fine Girl

    She's a big fine girl from the country
    A big fine girl from the country
    She's a rolling queen and she wants me
    A rolling queen and she wants me
    Well, I'm gonna ride with my big fine girl all night long

    We met beneath the tall pines
    Met beneath the tall pines
    We lay down on the green grass
    Lay down on the green grass
    Yeah, I'm gonna ride with my rolling queen all night long

    I woke up to a knocking
    Woke up to a knocking
    She stood and darkened my door
    Stood and darkened my door
    Oh, I'm gonna ride with my big fine girl all night long

  • 10
    Blues For Skip

    Babe, there's no water in the well
    Babe, there's no water in the well
    I got a funny feeling we're in for quite a spell

    Babe, I can't find a vein
    Babe, I can't find a vein
    I'm digging and I'm digging, I got the shaft again

    Little cloud, little cloud way up in the air
    Little cloud, little cloud way up in the air
    Well I just ain't receiving, little cloud's moved on somewhere

    Babe, there's no water in the well
    Babe, there's no water in the well
    I'm digging and I'm digging …

  • 11
    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 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 phenomena
    '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
     

  • 12
    The Cake And The Candle

    I don’t ask much
    Only what’s mine
    I know just what I’m worth
    I’ll get what I deserve
    Look at me now
    I’m in my prime
    My eyes are on the prize
    There’ll be no compromise this time
    You can still change your mind
    ‘cause I want it all, that’s what I’m here for
    I want the cake
    I want the candle

    You’ve had your share
    Of pleasure and pain
    All that was just a taste
    Before the feast
    So bring me your body
    Bring me your flame
    I’ll make you burn so bright
    I’ll make you shout my name
    You can still change your mind
    If you can’t afford the scandal
    Yeah I want it all
    Body and soul
    I want the cake
    And I want the candle
    I want the whole damn cake and candle
     

  • 13
    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?

  • 14
    Change Your Mind

    Staring at the river
    Watching the water flow
    I can't stop the river
    Never, no

    If I could make the mountains
    Fall into the sea
    Maybe I could make you
    Fall for me

    (Would you) change your mind
    Change your mind, change your mind

    All the stars keep turning
    Wheeling all night long
    I wish you'd turn
    And hear my song

    If I could make wild horses
    Come and get their hay
    Maybe I could make you
    Sway my way

    (Would you) change your mind
    Change your mind, change your mind

    Maybe when you're sleeping
    I can make a spell
    And when you wake up
    I won't tell

    (Would you) change your mind
    Change your mind, change your mind
     

  • 15
    Charlie Owen’s Slide Guitar

    I was crawling, in need of inspiration
    So disgusted, aching for a cure
    Right there in my neighbourhood
    A spell from the old, dark wood
    Charlie Owen's slide guitar

    The usual murmurs, the clinking of the glasses
    The usual rumours drifting round the bar
    He made the same mistake twice
    My tears took me by surprise
    Charlie Owen's slide guitar

    Charlie, I can't see your face
    Your good friends are in disgrace
    And at the crossroads I am told
    The devil's waiting for your soul

    If I ever find my way to heaven
    I promise I'll throw a party there
    The band will be from Brazil
    I know he'll be sitting in as well
    Charlie Owen with his slide guitar

  • 16
    Cities Of Texas

    I am the wind without a name
    I have been blowing long before you came
    I am the wind no one calls
    I see your towers rise and fall
    Cities of Texas, my lovely ones
    Cities of Texas, shining in the sun

    I am the wind no one knows
    Out from your deserts, down from your melting snows
    Over the ocean right across your land
    I turn your high glass back to shifting sand
    Cities of Texas, my lovely ones
    Cities of Texas, shining in the sun
     

  • 17
    Coma

    (Written by Paul Kelly, Peter Luscombe, Steve Hadley and Bruce Haymes).

    I can hardly stand your touch
    I tremble and shiver
    It's been so long since I felt so much
    I just came out of a coma

    So take it easy, take it slow
    Take your time, dear lover
    Inch by inch melts the snow
    I just came out of a coma

    Help me, help me, help me love
    Help me, help me, help me love

    Sky so blue, walls so white
    I'm crying at their colours
    Yeah, I know I ain't talking right
    I just came out of a coma

    Help me, help me, help me love
    Help me, help me, help me love
    I just came out of a coma

  • 18
    Cradle Of Love

    Baby, you look tired, baby, you look beat
    Seems like you've been working eight days a week
    Baby, take a break from all you're thinking of
    And come into my cradle of love

    Baby, let me hold you and rock your cares away
    Put aside your troubles at the ending of the day
    'Cause when we lie together I fit you like a glove
    Come into my cradle of love

    Down in the valley you can lose your name
    Your sorrow and your pain
    The dark, warm waters can heal you
    And make you clean again

    So, baby, come on over and lean your head on me
    Here in my arms now is where you're meant to be
    Baby, take advantage of all I've got to give
    And let me be your cradle of love
     

  • 19
    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 him 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 him 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

  • 20
    Desdemona

    Once I had a life so rare
    Beauty lived inside the lair
    Desdemona straight and true
    Desdemona gold and blue
    Well I lost my Desdemona
    With my own hands I destroyed her
    Yes I lost my Desdemona
    I fell for lies, I fell for lies

    Poison in my ear at night
    Took away my appetite
    I couldn't hold on to the pain
    Something broke inside my brain
    Well I lost my Desdemona
    With my own hands I destroyed her
    Yes I lost my Desdemona
    I fell for lies, I fell for lies

    Never has a man been born
    Who can take a woman's scorn
    Nor tasted a more bitter wine
    Than the brewing of his mind
    Yes I lost my Desdemona
    With my own hands I destroyed her
    Yes I lost my Desdemona
    I fell for lies, I fell for lies

  • 21
    Difficult Woman

    A difficult woman
    Sometimes hurts her friends when she don't mean to
    A difficult woman
    Makes it hard for the ones she loves
    It's easy to do
    She's had to be tough all of her life
    So she's built herself a wall
    She doesn't know how to trust herself
    So it's hard for her to trust at all
    A difficult woman needs a special kind of friend

    A difficult woman
    Swings between shame and pride
    A difficult woman
    Has strong, strong stuff deep inside
    And getting to her is no easy affair
    It's like working in a mine
    You'd better prepare to pay the price
    If it's treasure you want to find
    A difficult woman needs a special kind of friend

    And living with her is better and worse
    Than living with anyone else
    She can be cruel or so kind
    Oh you go from heaven to hell
    If she got what she wanted
    If she got what she needed
    She wouldn't be hard to understand
    A difficult woman needs a special kind of man

  • 22
    Don’t Explain

    Don't explain
    It's really not your style
    I've had some fun
    You really made me smile
    Don't look so serious
    It doesn't suit your face
    Don't explain, don't explain

    You sure know
    How to use your hands
    But you don't have a great attention span
    Don't apologise
    Or drop your eyes
    Don't explain, don't explain

    I've seen them come, I've seen them go
    Boys like you
    Their gangster hearts, their dreamy loads
    Boys like you

    So take your things
    I won't count the days
    Sure you can call on me
    If you pass this way
    But if one night you're lonely
    And I have other company
    Don't complain, don't complain
     

  • 23
    Don’t Harm The Messenger

    One day you might hear someone knocking loudly at your door
    And you know it must be bad news – absolutely sure
    You must realise before you strike the very first blow
    He's the one who only tells you what you already know

    Lay not a finger on him
    Beat not, oh bruise not, his skinny skin skin
    No don't ever harm the messenger

    Understand he came a long way on a lonely road
    Multiplying were his trials, heavy was his load
    Understand his heart was breaking, never once did he sleep
    And no hollow log kept him warm, no counsel did he keep

    Give him food, give him a bed
    Touch not one single hair on his head
    Don't ever harm the messenger

  • 24
    Don’t Stand So Close To The Window

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Alexander McGregor).

    Oh Marlene, how we fell
    What we've done now we never can tell
    Bottle of wine, then another
    Suddenly we fell into each other

    Don't stand so close to the window
    Somebody out there might see

    Then the word on the wire
    Would be just like Ash Wednesday bushfire
    Kiss me quick, kiss me warm
    Put your dress on and hurry back home

    Don't stand so close to the window
    Somebody out there might see
    And you're not supposed to be here with me

    There's a way, there's a track
    One false move and there's no turning back
    Turn the page, close the book
    Walk out the door now with never a look

    And don't stand so close to the window
    Somebody out there might see
    And you're not supposed to be here with me
    The walls have ears and the darkness has eyes don't you see?

  • 25
    Don’t Start Me Talking

    Don't start me talking or I'll tell everything I know
    Don't start me talking, I'll spill the beans for sure
    Right before your eyes
    I'll blow it all open wide
    Don't start me talking

    Don't start me talking' cause once I get the itch
    Don't start me talking, I just have to scratch
    First a little slow
    Then I start to flow
    Don't start me talking

    Cheers, all you, cheers
    Help me if I fall
    Cheers, all you, cheers
    God bless you all

    Don't start me talking or I'll have it all my way
    Don't start me talking 'cause night will turn to day
    Stars will run and hide
    Strong men weep a tide
    So don't start me talking

    Cheers, all you, cheers
    Help me find a wall
    Cheers, all you, cheers
    God bless you all

  • 26
    Down To My Soul

    We light the dark and lie us down to pray
    All night long we keep the dogs at bay
    If I had my time over again
    You know that I wouldn't change a thing
    You touch me down to my soul
    Down to my soul

    You wake me up speaking dreams at dawn
    I reach and touch the fine lines time has drawn
    For all the world I wouldn't trade my place
    Your mixed up tears falling on my face
    You touch me down to my soul
    Down to my soul

    No other kiss ever felt like this – such tenderness
    Oh, give me one more kiss' cause every time we kiss
    All heaven breaks loose!
    You touch me down to my soul
    Down to my soul

  • 27
    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
    I threw my hat into the ring
    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
     

  • 28
    Emotional

    The days are getting colder
    They stand before me all in a line
    Each night gets a little bit longer
    And these stars that once were strange, now I call mine
    Oh, it's been so long since I saw her face
    And I just can't find my way out of this place
    I took the law into my hands
    You'd do the same from where I stand
    But the punishment here is much worse than the crime
    I guess I get a little emotional sometimes

    Each night I light a candle
    And I get down on my knees and I pray
    My home in ashes I can handle
    But not to see my loved ones losing their way
    If my tongue sounds lame please don't turn away
    Don't you see I'm losing it a little bit every day
    If you let yourself understand
    I'll give you my heart and hands
    Or else the punishment will be much worse than the crime
    I know I get a little emotional sometimes
    Do you blame me if I get a little emotional sometimes?
    Don't act so surprised if I get a little emotional sometimes
     

  • 29
    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
     

  • 30
    Everybody Wants To Touch Me

    Everybody wants to touch me
    Everybody wants a feel
    Everybody wants a piece of something that's real

    Everybody wants to touch me
    They all love my skin
    They all want to take me home
    They don't even care where I've been

    Everybody wants to touch me
    Everybody wants a little pat
    They can't wait to tell their friends
    How they had themselves a piece of that

    Everybody wants to touch me
    Everybody wants to touch me
    Everybody wants to touch me
    Everybody wants to touch me

    Everybody's lost their manners
    Everybody's in a rush
    One starts to push, another starts to shove
    Then they all get caught in the crush

    Everybody wants to touch me
    Everybody wants a slice
    Everybody wants to touch me
    Want a little magic in their lives

  • 31
    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
     

  • 32
    The Foggy Fields Of France

    Green the foggy fields of France today I journey through
    Green the singer, Al, who sings the way I feel for you
    Green our love so tender yet, a gift each day made new
    Green would be the whole wide world if they our secret knew

    Blue the little patch of sky peeping through the grey
    Blue the colour of your dress the day I went away
    Blue the mighty ocean deep keeping us apart
    Blue the melody I strum on this old guitar

    I carry you with me wrapped up in my heart
    We are the wonder that keeps the stars apart
    The root of the root and the bud of the bud
    The deepest of the deepest
    The singing in the blood

    Gold the feeling that I get as I come in to land
    Gold the sinking western sun making its fiery bands
    Gold the colour of your curls as at the gate you stand
    Gold the ring I bring for you to slip on your left hand

    I carry you with me wrapped up in my heart
    This is the wonder that keeps the stars apart
    The root of the root and the bud of the bud
    The deepest of the deepest
    The singing in the blood

  • 33
    Foggy Highway

    I'm on a foggy highway
    I'm on a lonely road
    I can't see the way ahead
    I'm on a foggy highway

    Don't know just why I'm out here
    Don't know just how I strayed
    The road behind me is long and dark I
    I'm on a foggy highway

    Cold my heart
    Cold the ground
    And my way is darkest night
    Not a word
    Not a friend
    To help or guide me
    To walk beside me tonight

    I'm on a foggy highway
    I'm on a lonely road
    I'm not long for this world
    I'm on a foggy highway
     

  • 34
    Forty Miles To Saturday Night

    Well I rubbed the dirt all down
    And I washed away six aching days
    And my shoes all slick and spit
    And my singlet fresh and my sideburns shaved
    As I turn from the mirror
    And I open my first beer since yesterday

    Danny brings the Bedford round
    A three-ton girl with a ten-foot tray
    And she knows the way to town
    So we kiss goodbye to two weeks' pay
    Now the leaves are shaking
    And the stars are all waking from the day

    Big wheel turning (turning all night)
    Big light burning (burning so bright)
    Downright foolish but that's alright
    It's only forty miles to Saturday night!

    There's a place on Fortune Street
    And a band down there called Gunga Din
    And Joanne from Miner's Creek
    She said that she'd be back again
    She lives out on the station
    And she works on my imagination

    Big wheel turning (turning all night)
    Big light burning (burning so bright)
    Downright foolish but that's alright
    It's only forty miles to Saturday night!

  • 35
    Forty-Eight Angels

    Twelve angels from the north
    Twelve angels from the east
    Twelve angels from the south
    Twelve angels from the west
    Coming for to carry me away

    Angels shooting from your brow
    Angels leaping from your mouth
    Angels lighting on your shoulders
    East and west and north and south
    Coming for to carry me away

    Angels flying from your fingers
    Angels dancing on your breast
    Angels happy just to linger
    North and south and east and west
    Coming for to carry me away

    Angels sleeping in your hair
    Angels resting at your feet
    Angels singing on your stairs
    South and north and west and east
    Coming for to carry me away

    Angels in the inky night
    Angels when the day breaks forth
    Angels at the noonday table
    West and east and south and north
    Coming for to carry me away

    Me no more, me no more, me no more
     

  • 36
    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 airplane
    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 airplane
    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

  • 37
    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

  • 38
    Gathering Storm

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Jex Saarrelaht).

    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

  • 39
    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

  • 40
    The Gift That Keeps On Giving

    The gift that keeps on giving
    Has come into my house
    Like a wild deer at my doorway
    He was suddenly so close
    My beams are made of cedar wood
    My rafters made of fir
    My garden holds a fountain, honeycomb and myrrh

    I went along the broad ways
    Searching for my love
    I asked among the watchmen
    'Have you seen my love?'
    Oh, promise not to wake him, sisters
    Let him sleep his time
    He comforts me with apples and succours me with wine

    Holy night! Blessed daylight!
    You are my true delight

    I sought whom my soul loveth
    I sought him on my bed
    His right hand doth embrace me
    His left under my head
    He brought me to the banquet house
    And when I looked above
    Then I saw his banner over me was love
     

  • 41
    Glory Be To God

    Here comes the one that I adore – glory be to God!
    And I'm the one she's come here for – glory be to God!
    Throws her arms around my neck, oh glory be to God!
    Presses in against my chest – glory be to God!
    Glory be to God! Glory be to God!

    She's got a smile that shames the sun – glory be to God!
    Undoes her buttons one by one – glory be to God!
    On my knees before her splendour, oh glory be to God!
    She knows she's a natural wonder – glory be to God!
    Glory be to God! Glory be to God!

    Her eyes closed in trust above me – glory be to God!
    We both start shaking like a leaf all a tree, oh glory be to God! Glory be to God! Glory be to God! Glory be to God!

  • 42
    Going About My Father’s Business

    Standing in the darkness watching while you sleep
    I can hear you softly breathing while I creep
    Going about my father's business
    Doing my father's time
    What's done to me I'll do to mine

    I woke up one summer morning-he was gone
    Soft light through the window breaking for my son
    Going about my father's business
    Doing my father's time
    What's done to me I'll do to mine

    Know them by what they do
    Let no one speak for you
    Just this I beg of you
    Forgive me, forgive me

    Someday when we sign the treaty I'll be home
    War is long and lasts forever and I'm your own
    Going about my father's business
    Doing my father's time
    What's done to me I'll do to mine
    What's done to me I'll do to mine
     

  • 43
    How To Make The 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.
     

  • 44
    I Can’t Believe We Were Married

    We danced in the kitchen on Boxing Day
    I held you swaying in my arms to Marvin Gaye
    Our Christmas ham turned green by New Year's Eve
    We weren't hungry anyway
    Now sometimes we see each other on the street
    Maybe at a hotel or some party
    We say hello, then we have to go
    I can't believe we were married
    That we were wed

    Our houses were a shambles, our love conspiracy
    Your hand was always down my pants before our guests could leave
    They didn't like our drugs, our children or our dogs
    The way we made it up each day
    Now the kids have grown we talk on the phone
    If one of them is sick or needs some money
    Our words are dry, so measured and polite
    I can't believe we were married
    That we were wed

    Now maybe if I'm with someone you come into my mind
    The one I knew with your certain little cries
    You're not the only one to come rushing in
    It's like a party line

    Yeah sometimes we see each other on the street
    Maybe at a concert or some party
    We say hello, talk about the show
    I can't believe we were married
    Yeah we say hello, then we have to go
    You send your regards to all my family
    And the years have changed even the sound of your name
    I can't believe we were married
    That we were wed
     

  • 45
    I Close My Eyes And Think Of You

    When another day has ended
    And everything's been said and done
    And the lights across the valley
    All go out one by one
    I close my eyes
    I close my eyes and think of you
    I close my heavy eyes
    That's all I need to do

    Sometimes when I get a moment
    In the middle of the day
    And nothing else needs my attention
    I take my chance and slip away
    I close my eyes
    I close my eyes and think of you
    I close my weary eyes
    That's all I need to do

    I hear the big trucks changing gears
    As they go rolling by my door
    The driver counts his days 'til he gets home
    If I could only count my days
    But I just don't know what's in store
    I've been so long on my own

    I know there's a singing river
    I've heard about the golden shore
    But I would pass by all that beauty
    Just to be with you once more
    I close my eyes
    I close my eyes and think of you
    I close my heavy eyes
    And that's all I need to do
    I close my weary eyes
    And that's when I think of you
     

  • 46
    I Don’t Know Anything Anymore

    Once I knew how the world worked
    You earned your bread, said your prayers well
    You loved your own, helped your neighbour
    Now I don't know anything any more

    Once I knew what was wrong and right
    God was good, black was never white
    Once I knew what I was living for
    Now I don't know anything any more

    I see her face everywhere
    I hear her voice across the air
    I drove all kindness from my door
    Now I don't have anything any more
    No, I don't know anything any more
     

  • 47
    I Keep On Coming Back For More

    Won’t somebody help me please
    I’m afflicted with a strange disease
    No doctor can help me, neither can the nurse
    ‘Cause the cure I crave is just making me worse
    And I keep on coming back for more

    I make a promise every morning to keep
    Then that old sun begins to creep
    In my mind a whisper turns to a roar
    And here I am again, baby now, knocking at your door
    I keep on coming back for more
    I keep on coming back for more

    All my friends keep shaking their heads
    You don’t care for me, you never did
    I’m so tangled up inside your spell
    And the gates of your heaven now, baby, lead straight to hell
    But I keep on coming back for more
    I keep on coming back for more

    I know, I know, I know what I should not and what I should
    But baby, baby, sometimes you know it feels so good

    Like a sick dog licking at his own spew
    I’m always turning back to you
    First my mind’s a preacher, then it’s turning tricks
    Like a drunk to a bottle, like a junkie to a fix
    I keep on coming back for more
    I keep on coming back for more

  • 48
    I’d Rather Go Blind

    I suppose I should get over this
    I'm not the first and not the last
    To ever wake up with a hurt inside
    But it just won't go away
    It's getting worse now every day
    And I can't find a hole that's big enough for me to crawl and hide
    I'd rather go blind, I'd rather go blind
    Than see you with another guy

    You made a special tape for me
    With songs from all your favourite CDs
    I put it on today then I had to turn it off
    From Junior Brown to Dr Dre
    And You Am I along the way
    The music only made me want to get inside your touch
    I'd rather go blind, I'd rather go blind
    Than see you with another guy

    You robbed me of my peace of mind
    Stole the taste out of the wine
    You left with nothing but you took it all
    Now if you sleep with someone else
    I just hope it's with another girl
    You know I can't compete with that at all
    I'd rather go blind, I'd rather go blind
    Than see you with another guy

  • 49
    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

  • 50
    I Wasted Time

    I wasted time, now time is wasting me
    One question left-to be or not to be?
    I cheated time and now it's time to pay
    All out of change and less and less to say

    I was a handsome raver in my time
    Oh girl, you should have seen me in my prime
    I see old friends at funerals now and then
    It's down to this-it's either me or them

    Yeah, I wasted time
    Now time is wasting me
    Soon it's closing time
    Won't you stay with me?

    Molly took my hand and led the way
    Now Molly's yellow hair is silver-grey
    She wore a red dress she let me undo
    But Molly swears that day her dress was blue

    Yeah, I wasted time
    I thought it came for free
    Now it's closing time
    Won't you pray for me?

    I tell you there's no failure like success
    And no success like failure too, I guess
     

  • 51
    I Won’t Be Your Dog

    I've been drinking muddy water
    And it tastes like turpentine
    I've been leaving muddy footprints
    Up and down the Morgan line
    Crows are crying all around me
    In a sky where the sun refuse to shine

    I've been taking scraps from back doors
    I've been hiding in the cane
    I've been fighting over morsels
    And I've been slinking back again
    I've been building up a reputation
    On the levee, all across the plain

    No I won't be your dog
    Your low riding dog anymore

    Now the mangrove sun is sinking
    And the moon is bloody red
    Every gun is clean and loaded
    Lying by a feather bed
    Far and wide goes my description
    And the price is rising on my head

    No I won't be your dog
    Your low riding dog anymore

    I've been drinking muddy water
    I've been keeping way down low
    All I hear is my own breathing
    All I see is a distant glow
    All I have is tearing me up
    Wearing me down, just won't let me go

    No I won't be your dog
    Your low riding dog anymore
    No I won't be your dog
    Your skinny little dog anymore

  • 52
    Jandamarra/Pigeon

    My name is Officer O'Malley
    My job is hunting Pigeon down
    I don't like this kind of work much
    I'm sick of sleeping on the ground
    Pigeon – that's the name we gave him
    Pigeon used to be so tame
    'Til one day he turned against his master
    Killed him, broke his brother's chains

    Now Pigeon could track the Holy Spirit
    But he don't leave no tracks at all
    I've been running ‘round in circles
    I've been feeling like a fool
    Pigeon – that's the name we gave him
    But he's got another name
    It's spreading all across the valleys
    Jundamurra! – like a burning flame

    One time we had him in a gully
    One time we had him in a cave
    Each time we closed in on our quarry
    He disappeared like smoke into a haze
    Pigeon – that's the name we gave him
    Pigeon – putting me to shame
    I do this job because I have to
    I don't say that he's to blame
    Jundamurra! – how I hate that name

  • 53
    Jump To Love

    (Written by Paul Kelly, Christine Anu and Stuart Crichton).

    You're on the edge now, leaning over
    And down below you, the raging river
    I can feel you tremble
    Yes, I know you're scared
    It'll be alright now – jump to love!

    Don't hold back now
    Inside you're crying
    Let it go now and you'll be flying
    And wherever you may land
    I'll be there to break your fall
    Come on, now – jump to love!
    Take a chance – jump to love!

  • 54
    Just About To Break

    Handle me with care
    I'm the answer to your prayer
    I, come from the great nowhere
    Step back! Give me some air
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break

    I've been dreaming some
    I'm a sleeping time bomb
    When I wake it won't take long
    I'll hit from here to kingdom come
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break

    They're gonna want to analyse me
    Canonise and demonise me
    Buy the rights and serialise me
    Moralise and sermonise against me
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break

    I'm gonna rock your head
    Start a burning in your bed
    I'm making gold from lead
    Multiplying fish and bread
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break

    My philosophy's eclectic
    Things round here are gonna get hectic
    There's no defence 'cause I got no tactics
    I sing the body electric
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break

    The thunderstorm is just above
    Every heart one day must cry enough
    I'm heaven sent to spill my stuff
    My heart, my heart is full of love
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
    I'm just about to break
     

  • 55
    King Of Fools

    I'm the king, I'm the king of fools
    The king kong king of fools

    But a fool always has a song
    He sings it feeling proud
    And before too long there's a crowd
    Now a fool finds himself alone
    With grinning faces all around
    Watch him dance 'til he falls down

    I'm the king, I'm the king of fools
    The king kong king of fools

    And a fool falls into a trance
    He cannot help himself
    He's a walking, talking someone else
    And a fool buys another round
    To keep out of the rain
    Makes a promise to himself 'Never again'

    I'm the king, I'm the king of fools
    The king kong king of fools

  • 56
    Lately

    (Written with Renee Geyer).

    Lately I must have changed
    All day long I'm dreaming
    Lately I lose my way
    When I'm running some small errand
    Maybe I'm lucky some people are kind
    Lately you've been on my mind

    It's funny what gets disregarded
    Right before your eyes
    It's funny how everybody else can see it
    And you're the last to realise
    A secret spell has caught me in the sweetest bind
    Lately you've been on my mind

    I had almost forgotten
    The way it used to feel
    From a sleep I've woken
    Now the dream is real

    Lately I don't take for granted
    Every moment passing by
    Lately I'm trapped in wonder
    When you move I'm mesmerised
    You have blessed me, you've made me shine
    Lately you've been on my mind

  • 57
    Leaps And Bounds

    (Written with 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
     

  • 58
    Little Boy, Don’t Lose Your Balls

    Little boy, you look so clear around the eyes
    And what they've got in store for you you may not realise
    So be careful when you hear the voices call
    Watch out, little boy, don't lose your balls

    'Cause you never know the rules until you play
    First they stroke you then they screw you
    Try to take your balls away
    And once they're gone they're way beyond recall
    Watch out, little boy, don't lose your balls

    Balls run wild
    Balls may get way out of line
    You may not even know you've left your balls way behind

    You know money only buys you what you want
    And you can't buy your balls back like you buy a pair of pants
    And once they're gone you've really got fuck all
    Watch out, little boy, don't lose your balls
     

  • 59
    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
     

  • 60
    Love Never Runs On Time

    I pulled out of the suburbs by sunset
    Rain was falling, it looked like it would for a while
    I had a radio, a six-pack and some cigarettes
    The radio died after the first hundred miles
    I sang all the way to the border and guess who starred in every rhyme
    Ah you know and I know that love never runs on time

    I followed that old river 'til the morning
    I stopped, I don't remember the name of the town
    But the colour of the coffee was a warning
    It was the colour of the river but not nearly as brown
    The waitress poured me another, I guess she was feeling kind
    You know and I know that love never runs on time

    You're lost in the traffic
    I've been asking around, but you haven't been seen
    I never thought we were perfect
    Oh but darling-what we could have been!

    The rain came and went all the next day
    I pulled over sometime for a sleep on the side
    Then I gunned her back out on the highway
    Hit a big pot-hole and the radio came alive
    I never heard a love song yet that I could call yours and mine
    'Cause you know and I know that love never runs on time

  • 61
    Luck

    Well it hasn't changed yet
    Each time I wake in a sweat
    And the sun has slipped out of the sky
    As I get to my feet and struggle to dress
    All my fingers are thumbs, there's a fog in my brain
    Only one thing is clear – I'm late for my train
    And I know all at once that it's goodbye my one
    I'll be here when you're gone

    Then I stumble outside
    Try to flag down a ride
    But the taxis just pass me by
    So I run down the street, jump on a slow bus
    When I get to the station the train is still there
    I can't find my ticket, everybody just stares
    And I'm turning to stone
    As the train starts to groan
    I just can't get on

    I can see tomorrow
    Long, black train I follow
    When it's all there in your eyes
    And it's all no big surprise
    Well it's goodbye my one
    I'll be here when you're gone
    I just can't get on

    Yeah it's goodbye my one
    I'll be here when you're gone
    I just can't get on
    'Cause I'm turning to stone
    As the train starts to groan
    I just can't get on

  • 62
    Maralinga (Rainy Land)

    This is a rainy land
    This is a rainy land
    No thunder in our sky
    No trees stretching high
    But this is a rainy land

    My name is Yami Lester
    I hear, I talk, I touch but I am blind
    My story comes from darkness
    Listen to my story now unwind
    This is a rainy land

    First we heard two big bangs
    We thought it was the Great Snake digging holes
    Then we saw the big cloud
    Then the big, black mist began to roll
    This is a rainy land

    A strangeness on our skin
    A soreness in our eyes like weeping fire
    A pox upon our skin
    A boulder on our backs all our lives

    This is a rainy land
    This is a rainy land
    No thunder in our sky
    No trees stretching high
    But this is a rainy land

    My name is Edie Millipuddie
    They captured me and roughly washed me down
    Then my child stopped kicking
    Then they took away my oId man to town
    They said 'Do you speak English?'
    He said '1 know that Jesus loves me I know
    Because the bible tells me so'

    This is a rainy land
    This is a rainy land
    No thunder in our sky
    No trees stretching high
    But this is a rainy land

  • 63
    Meet Me In The Middle Of The Air

    I am your true shepherd
    I will lead you there
    Beside still waters
    Come and meet me in the middle of the air
    I will meet you in the middle of the air

    I will lay you down
    In pastures green and fair
    Every soul shall be restored
    I will meet them in the middle of the air
    Come and meet me in the middle of the air

    Through the lonesome valley
    My rod and staff you'll bear
    Fear not death's dark shadow
    Come and meet me in the middle of the air
    I will meet you in the middle of the air

    With oil I shall anoint you
    A table shall I prepare
    Your cup will runneth over
    Come and meet me in the middle of the air
    I will meet you in the middle of the air
    In my house you'll dwell forever
    You shall not want for care
    Surely goodness and mercy will follow you
    Come and meet me in the middle of the air
    I will meet you in the middle of the air
     

  • 64
    Midnight Rain

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Wendy Matthews).

    Something woke me up
    Must have been the rain
    And for no good reason here you are
    Inside my head again
    I know I won't go back to sleep now
    I'm in a mood
    Must be the midnight rain, the midnight rain

    So I get up and I wander around
    In my dressing-gown
    Put the kettle on, some music too
    But not too loud 'cause the neighbours complain
    So I keep it soft and low, just above the sound
    Of the midnight rain, the midnight rain

    Yeah, you told me so
    I didn't want to know
    You sure told me so
    Don't you let a good thing go

    What coast are you on? What country?
    Is it raining there? Is it morning or midnight?
    Are you walking barefoot or have you got your shoes on?
    Is there somebody there with you?
    Are you talking soft and low underneath the sound
    Of the midnight rain, the midnight rain?

    I just want you to know wherever you are
    Wherever you go
    I hope you're under a lucky star
    Wherever you are
    By the way, have you still got that stupid car?

  • 65
    My Way Is To You

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Dan Kelly).

    Tall trees are trembling
    Dark clouds arc bearing down
    God's tiny creatures are all
    Going crazy on the ground
    My way is, my way is to you

    Your gates were guarded I had to swing around
    All the dogs are silent now
    I can hear the softest sounds
    My way is, my way is to you

    Many times I've stumbled
    Many times I've fallen down
    But always I had
    The dream of your dear ground
    My way is, my way is to you

  • 66
    No You

    I woke up with all my clothes on
    Cigarette smoke in my hair
    Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room
    Spilling ashtray by my bed
    Empty bottle on the chair
    No one else was there

    I was ready in two minutes flat
    Just washed my face and combed my hair
    I had an eight-twenty-five train to catch
    I was out of there
    Flying through the front door
    Then I hit the air!
    No you! No you! No you! No you!
    No you, no you, no you!

    I was sucked into the subway
    Like an ant into a hole
    I stood in the crowded carriage
    Shoulder to shoulder
    The wheels began to roll
    A tattoo in my soul

    I do not lack good companions
    They pick me up when I'm feeling down
    We go to the track on Saturdays
    Spread our money ‘round
    I go up and down
    And every single sound says
    No you! No you! No you! No you!
    No you, no you, no you!
     

  • 67
    Nothing But A Dream

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Dan Kelly).

    High on a hill, deep in a forest
    At the end of a lonely road
    Inside a house of New Zealand timber
    Lives a young queen all on her own
    She took me in and did her healing
    And said 'You can stay if you know when to go
    But don't take too much when you start your stealing
    Just a little's enough-you're the one who should know'

    You will fall, you will fall
    Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems
    You will fall, you will fall
    Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream

    She sat me down at her dark piano
    And said 'Can you play me that old Spanish song?
    I know a verse and all of the chorus
    But there's just one chord I keep getting wrong'
    She threw down three coins and said 'There's a purpose
    In all that we do, every fall of a leaf
    Now drink from this cup, I made you a potion
    And lay yourself down and get you some sleep'

    You will fall, you will fall
    Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems
    You will fall, you will fall
    Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream

    I woke to the sound of somebody strumming
    She held in her hands a parlour guitar
    She said 'If you like this song that I'm strumming
    Take it with you, it's only a prayer'

    You will fall, you will fall
    Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems
    You will fall, you will fall
    Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream

  • 68
    The Oldest Story In The Book

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Dan Luscombe).

    Tom and Harry were the best of friends
    They called themselves The Dharma Bums
    Lit out from their home and kin
    With a mandolin and a pair of thumbs
    They worked side by side all the summer
    Picking those grapes from the vine
    Read by one light, took turns to cook
    The oldest story in the book

    Enter Richard and his sister, June
    Just before the season's end
    Richard's guitar knows a whole lotta tunes
    Harry starts a-picking on the mandolin
    Down by the dam in the moonlight
    They play 'til their fingers are sore
    When June kisses Tom, Harry doesn't know where to look
    The oldest story in the book

    The band pull into town in the afternoon
    They've got a hit song on the radio
    Richard calls up his sister, June
    And says 'Do you want to come along to the show?'
    June scrapes the money together for a babysitter
    Tom's working late, she's glad she's on her own
    Especially when Harry sings that song about the girl
    By the lake and how the moonlight looked
    The oldest story in the book

  • 69
    One More Tune

    Night is turning into morning
    This shindig’s winding down
    The cops have been and the cops have gone
    Somebody didn’t like our sound
    Now all this fuss has come down to just us
    Singing soft inside a room
    Won’t you stay now?
    Let’s play one more tune

    Martin’s sleeping, we won’t wake him
    Nothing could do now
    He and Ruby’ve sure had some doozies
    But never such a row
    Blame it on the bottle
    Or blame it on the moon
    Oh, come on, stay with me
    And play with me one more tune

    Close we huddle to keep warm
    So frail our candle, so strong the storm

    I can’t do this on my own
    Make the sounds that make me swoon
    Please stay a while
    Make me smile with one more tune
    Every cup, every glass is empty
    If you go now it’ll be too soon
    Won’t you stay here
    And play one more tune?
    Come on, won’t you stay
    And slay me with one more tune
     

  • 70
    Other People’s Houses

    His mother always let him stay up late on Fridays. They would lie in her room together watching Tv. Sometimes she fell asleep before he did and he'd be watching a talk show-one person talking, then another, then all this laughter coming from nowhere. Next thing he knew she would be shaking him gently. Wake up little one, wake up.' Saturday morning. So he'd get up, dress himself, put his shoes on and leave the house without breakfast. Breakfast always came later in other people's houses.

    They had to catch two buses to reach their destination and the trip seemed to take forever unless he fell asleep along the way. When they got off at their stop they were in a bigger, brighter neighbourhood. The houses were a long way back from the street and some of them were hidden from view by big hedges. Looking down the street was like looking through the wrong end of a telescope. His mother guided him through this country. She knew exactly where to go. She carried in her bag a big, heavy ring full of keys-all keys to other people's houses.

    She would turn one of the keys in the lock. Some of the doors needed two keys. Then presto they were in. The houses had so many things in them yet still so much space. He liked to rub his feet quickly on the thick pile then touch a door knob with one finger and give himself a small electric shock. In the first house they always went straight to the refrigerator. There were things in there he couldn't imagine anyone ever eating-strange looking pastes in jars and horrible concoctions in plastic. His mother would sit him down with a jam sandwich and a glass of milk, then set to work cleaning other people's houses.

    And so they would go all day long from one house to another, his mother scrubbing, mopping, vacuuming, cleaning, tidying up, leaving him to his own devices. Often, if no one was home, she would play music on the stereo. There was one record she always put on and sang along to. It had two men and two women on the cover and they all looked sort of blonde except one of the women had dark hair. The stereo flickered like the controls of a spaceship. Other houses were full of books and sometimes he was allowed to take one of the books down from the shelves and open it up. There were books on war and cricket and movie stars. He liked to look at the pictures and pick out big words that he knew. He was very careful with the books. He was very careful with everything in other people's houses.

    Many of the houses had other children in them. They would rush right past him into the yard. He'd follow them out back where the back yard was as big as the house, sometimes even bigger. He'd play with them for a while then sit on the steps watching them. He felt slower than the others. There was a girl about his age who lived in a house they went to every second Saturday. Her name was Stephanie. She used to take him everywhere with her, wherever she went, all around the house, even into her room. He'd never see his mother until it was time to leave. One Saturday his mother told him that Stephanie and her family had moved away. Just like that. He still thinks of her now, twenty years later, moving, laughing, sitting down to dinner, making conversation, making love in other people's houses.

  • 71
    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

  • 72
    Please Myself

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

    If you won't be letting me please you, baby
    Guess I gotta please myself
    If you won't be letting me please you, baby
    Guess I gotta please myself

    Girl, your head's so hard I don't know what to do
    Girl, your head's so hard I don't know what to do
    If you won't be letting me please you, baby
    Guess I gotta please myself

    Stones in my passway, I'm pushing to get through
    Stones in my passway, I'm trying to get through
    If you won't be letting me please you, baby
    Guess I gotta please myself

    I've been so hard so long, you're breaking me in two
    I've been so hard so long, you're breaking me in two
    If you won't be letting me please you, baby
    Guess I gotta please myself
    Guess I gotta please myself

  • 73
    Pretty Place

    Take me to the pretty place where once we used to run all day
    From silver dawn to golden setting sun
    Take me where the water flows and bumps along on pebbled stones
    And sweetly sings its never-ending song
    We're going to the pretty place, going to the pretty place

    Take me where the fishes swim and shimmer in and out of vision
    Underneath the hanging willow tree
    Do you remember Charlie Boots? He broke the rope
    Back on the slope we laughed so hard I thought I'd have to pee
    Going to the pretty place, the pretty place

    In my mind it's shining bright
    I've had enough of all this stuff
    Now I'm going to the pretty place

    I know our pretty place has gone, it's been so long
    And everything and everyone I know is moving on
    But though my eyes are growing dim, still I can see the fishes swim
    And I can hear that never-ending song
    I'm going to the pretty place, going to the pretty place

    In my mind I see the light
    I've never been so ready
    Now I'm going to the pretty place

  • 74
    The Ballad Of Queenie And Rover

    Queenie was born on the banks of the great Ord River, 1930, maybe
    Her mother was black, her daddy white
    Daddy was a fine horse breaker, mama sang the songs of the old lawmakers
    She used to hide young Queenie in the bush
    Rub black charcoal all over her hair and her face
    Every time the police came around, looking for any blonde-haired brown-skinned children
    To round ‘em all up, take ‘em on down town

    Shine on, shine on, immortal one
    Shine on, shine on, immortal one

    Rover was born in the desert, lived out there ‘til his mother died
    Then he moved around a lot from place to place
    Bedford Downs, Bow River, Lissadell, Wyndham,
    Building fences, working as a stockman
    Then he had a series of dreams
    Started painting what he’d heard and seen
    Rainbow serpent, Krill Krill, Cyclone Tracy, the killing fields,
    Everything that lives and breathes

    Ride on, ride on, immortal ones
    Ride on, ride on, immortal ones

    When Rover and Queenie were young they met out on Texas Downs station
    She worked as a cook there for a long long time
    She said “Hey, Cowboy!” later on she said
    “Nice boy, good worker, top rider, lucky one, that one”
    One day a mean horse ripped the scalp from his head
    She stitched him up with a boiled needle and thread
    Good as any doctor, they were friends everafter
    She said “I wanna paint”, he said “I’ll teach ya”
    They died within months of each other

    Ride on, ride on, immortal ones
    Shine on, shine on, immortal ones
    Your story will always run
    Forever run
    Forever young
     

  • 75
    Rally Round The Drum

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Archie Roach).

    Like my brother before me
    I'm a tent boxing man
    Like our daddy before us
    Travelling all around Gippsland
    I woke up one cold morning
    Many miles from Fitzroy
    And slowly it came dawning
    By Billy Leach I was employed

    Rally round the drum boys
    Rally round the drum
    Every day, every night boys
    Rally round the drum

    Hoisting tent pole and tarpaulin
    Billy says 'Now beat the drum'
    Rings out across the showgrounds
    And all the country people come
    Then Billy starts a-calling
    'Step right up, step right up, one and all
    Is there anybody game here
    To take on Kid Snowball?'

    Rally round the drum boys
    Rally round the drum
    Every day, every night boys
    Rally round the drum

    Sometimes I fight a gee-man
    Yeah we put on a show
    Sometimes I fight a hard man
    Who wants to lay me low
    Sometimes I get tired
    But I don't ever grouse
    I've got to keep on fighting
    Five dollars every house

    Rally round the drum boys
    Rally round the drum
    Every day, every night boys
    Rally round the drum

    Like my daddy before me
    I stand up and knock 'em down
    Like my brother before me
    I'm weaving in your town

    Yeah, rally round the drum boys
    Rally round the drum
    Got to keep on fighting
    Rally round the drum

  • 76
    Randwick Bells

    Randwick bells are ringing
    Must be Saturday
    I woke late in the middle of the day
    Must be Saturday
    Put a blanket on the window
    And come on back to bed
    We got nowhere to be and no place to go
    So come on back to bed

    We're gonna rise up singing
    We're gonna rise up singing
    Randwick bells are ringing
    Through the empty rooms
    The bells are ringing high and wide
    For the bride and groom
    Put a blanket on the window
    And come on back to bed

    Just for a little while
    We got nowhere to be
    No place to go at all, no
    So come on back to bed
    I'll make you smile

    We're gonna rise up singing
    We're gonna rise up singing
    Randwick bells are ringing
    Randwick bells are ringing

  • 77
    Saturday Night And Sunday Morning

    She's a screamer but no one knows
    Just me and her old boyfriends I suppose
    When I take her to see the folks they eat from her hand
    On the way home I'm driving
    I have to stop the car or crash it right there
    She's my sticky treat, she's my bag o' sweets
    She's my medicine
    Oh she's Saturday night and Sunday morning

    Like Princess Grace in Rear Window
    She's a volcano under snow
    Sometimes our action's all slo-mo in holy candlelight
    I give her all my devotion
    But sometimes she can't wait to be mashing on me
    She's country soul, she's jelly roll
    She's mountain high, she's valley low
    Oh she's Saturday night and Sunday morning

    She's heroin, she's amphetamine
    She's mountain high, she's valley low
    She's my sticky treat, she's my medicine
    She's my medicine, she's my murder scene
    She's Saturday night and Sunday morning

  • 78
    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!

  • 79
    Smoke Under The Bridge

    All day long I've been walking
    And mostly to myself I've been talking
    The lonesome night is too quickly falling
    In this unfriendly town
    It's cold when the sun goes down
    So I'll head for the river and look for smoke under the bridge
    I'll keep on moving 'til I find smoke under the bridge
    A little shelter, a friendly fire under the bridge

    Once I had a place I could call my own
    Now wherever I lay my head is home
    Ran into some trouble back on down the road
    They didn't like the look of me
    Someone took a hook at me
    I'll keep my eyes open for smoke under the bridge
    Keep on hoping for smoke under the bridge
    A warm fire, some company under the bridge

    I'll keep on looking for smoke under the bridge
    Keep on walking to smoke under the bridge
    A little shelter, a friendly fire, some company under the bridge
    I'll keep on walking
    I gotta keep walking
    Gotta keep walking

  • 80
    Somebody’s Forgetting Somebody

    Are you lonesome tonight?
    Are you feeling like me?
    I'll bet you're dancing tonight
    Running around so carelessly
    Somebody's forgetting somebody
    Somebody's letting somebody down

    The door to my heart
    Your kiss is the key
    The keys to the car
    Now they're useless to me
    Somebody's forgetting somebody
    Somebody's letting somebody down

    And every time I hear those bells
    I think I'm done for
    And every time they cast their spell
    I think I'm done for
    Nowhere to run for
    Somebody's forgetting somebody
    Somebody's letting somebody down
     

  • 81
    Somewhere In The City

    She's somewhere in the city and the clock has just struck nine
    This great big city and I can't get her off of my mind
    I called her today but, alas, she never got back to me
    Maybe I said something wrong
    Or something's wrong with her message machine

    She's somewhere in the city with a glass of wine in her hand
    This great big city with a lowdown sorry man
    It's tearing me up bit by bit the way she runs hot and cold
    I so love her face but I sure worry about her soul

    She's somewhere in the city, somewhere in the city

    She's somewhere in the city but she might as well be somewhere on Mars
    This great big city with its nightlife, restaurants and bars
    So many places in the city for someone to have a good time
    On a night like this I feel like committing a crime

    She's somewhere in the city, somewhere in the city
    Somewhere in the city, somewhere in the city

  • 82
    South Of Germany

    Many lives I could have lived, many trails taken
    It always seems that way at twenty-three
    You walk into a room sometime and then a window opens
    My life changed forever in the south of Germany

    A morning train I had to catch, I just lay there sleeping
    There was nothing in that town to hold me
    By the time the clock had done another day of creeping
    My life had changed forever in the south of Germany

    Oh I'm so sorry that today I have to go away

    Seven children have I raised, I love some more than others
    The hardest thing to do is set them free
    So I learned my lesson hard seven times all over
    My life changed forever in the south of Germany

    I never was the kind of girl for acting sentimental
    I never called our meeting destiny
    I just call it good luck to meet a man so gentle
    My life changed forever in the south of Germany

    Oh I'm so sorry that today I have to go away

    Sometimes when I wake at night I'm dreaming of another
    Then I turn and touch him next to me
    And I know where I belong; still I sometimes wonder
    My life changed forever in the south of Germany

    Oh I'm so sorry that today I have to go away
     

  • 83
    Standing On The Street Of Early Sorrows

    It was just a quarter mile
    To your house in Kensington
    It was always ninety-five degrees
    (Hey Julie)

    Walking to the swimming pool
    February back to school
    All that summer you were cool
    (Hey Julie)

    I'm standing on the street of early sorrows

    You never know just what you've lost
    Until it's yours and then it's dust
    But you remain and never rust
    (Hey Julie)

    I'm standing on the street of early sorrows

  • 84
    Stolen Apples

    Stolen apples taste the sweetest
    See them hanging in the pale moonlight
    You won’t feel those cuts and grazes
    As you reach out for your prize in the night
    And pluck it down and take that very first bite

    “Don’t tell anyone our secrets”
    Said the farmer to his darling wife
    “There are some here in the district
    Not so happy with their lot in this mean, old life.
    Now, sweetheart, won’t you pass me the paring knife”

    Stolen apples, plucked down in their prime
    Stolen apples, hanging heavy on my mind

    Eve called Adam in the garden
    “Hey Ad, come over here and look at these, won’t you try some?”
    “Oh, no” said Adam “That’s forbidden!”
    “Come on now, baby” said Eve, “What could be wrong with just one little one?”
    So Adam bit and cried out “That’s the bomb! That’s the bomb!”

    Stolen apples taste the sweetest
    Stolen apples taste the sweetest

  • 85
    Stories Of Me

    Ever since you said goodbye
    I've had a reputation
    I'm not drinking on the sly
    I'm the star attraction
    Every morning I wake up
    Fill my cup and listen bitterly
    To stories of me

    They say a man is going round
    He looks a lot like me
    They say that man is going down
    It's looking pretty likely
    Every morning he wakes up
    Fills his cup and listens shamefully
    To stories of me

    Everybody come on down
    Set 'em up and pass 'em round
    We're all here for a drowning

    I was down at Baker's Hall
    I heard somebody talking
    That's the last thing I recall
    Then my mind went walking
    I woke up with a heavy head
    On a hard bed trying to believe
    These stories of me

    Yeah I woke up in a stranger's bed
    Wondering about the things she said to me
    These stories of me

  • 86
    Stupid Song

    She's a melody; when she goes by she disturbs my soul
    She's a melody and she's playing me with cool control
    I try to keep a quiet heart but all in vain
    I'm falling, falling in a trance again

    She's a stupid song that once it's heard never goes away
    She's a stupid song, sorely nagging me night and day
    And just when I think she's gone, well here she comes again
    She's running around my brain

    I will carve her name upon the air, not in wood or stone
    I will carve her name and tell the world the beauty I've known
    And when we both are dead and gone
    The melody will carry on, yes, only the notes remain

  • 87
    Summer Rain

    She comes and goes like summer rain
    I wait all day for summer rain
    And when she comes I smile again
    She cools my brain like summer rain

    She'll change your plans like summer rain
    I raise my arms to summer rain
    I lift my head and taste again
    The sweet, sweet drops of summer rain

    She's warm, she's fresh like summer rain
    She comes in a rush like summer rain
    And when she comes she makes a change
    I wait all day for summer rain

  • 88
    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?
     

  • 89
    Sydney From A 727

    Have you ever seen Sydney from a 727 at night?
    Sydney shines such a beautiful light
    And I can see Bondi through my window way off to the right
    And the curling waves on a distant break
    And the sleeping city just about to wake
    Have you ever seen Sydney from a 727 at night?

    Now the red roofs are catching the first rays of the morning sun
    My eyes are full of sand from my midnight run
    And the captain says 'Belt up now, we'll be touching down in ten'
    So I press my seat and I straighten up
    I fold my tray and I stash my cup
    As the red roofs are catching the first rays of the morning sun

    Have you ever fallen for a girl with different coloured eyes?
    And sent her letters full of lies
    Have you ever longed to see the sun fall where it used to rise?
    And quit your job on the spot
    Bought that ticket, yeah, spent the lot
    Have you ever fallen for a girl with different coloured eyes?

    Have you ever seen Sydney from a 727 at night?
    Have you ever seen Sydney from a 727 at night?
    Have you ever seen Sydney from a 727 at night?
    Me I've never seen Dallas from a DC9
     

  • 90
    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 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

  • 91
    Thoughts In The Middle Of The Night

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


    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

  • 92
    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

  • 93
    Until Death Do Them Part

    We are gathered here today to join a woman and a man
    And to witness what they say as before us they stand
    In sickness and in health, through the rich times and the poor
    They are bound to be together and to live under God's law

    Until death do them part
    Or the stars fall from the sky
    Until death do them part
    And the rivers all run dry
    What God has joined together
    Let no one tear apart
    They are bound to love each other
    Until death do them part

    We are gathered here today to join a husband and a wife
    So I call on you to pray for good luck in their life
    Through thick and through thin, through the good times and the bad
    May they always be respectful and make each other glad

    Until death do them part
    When God calls from on high
    Until death do them part
    And it's time to say goodbye
    What God has joined together
    Let no one tear apart
    They are bound to love each other
    Until death do them part
    Yes they are bound to be together
    Until death do them part
     

  • 94
    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

  • 95
    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

  • 96
    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?

  • 97
    Would You Be My Friend?

    If I fell into confusion
    Got scared but couldn't say
    If I lost my rhyme and reason
    And threw away the gift of grace
    Would you be my friend?

    If they said I don't deserve you
    That my credit was no good
    If they told you I'm not worthy of your love
    And you should cut me like you cut dead wood
    Would you be my friend?

    And if you heard that I was on the town
    Pissing loudly on your name
    Would you find me, would you face me down?
    Though your ears burned with shame
    Would you be my friend?

    And if I said I wished I'd never been born
    And my mouth could only curse
    If I'd passed the point of no return
    Like a poor, puking child in church
    Would you be my friend?
    My only friend
     

  • 98
    You Broke A Beautiful Thing

    Like a child acting so carelessly
    You destroyed something you just didn't see
    I'm not angry
    How could I be angry with a child?

    You broke a beautiful thing
    And it won't ever mend

    Thoughtless child
    All wrapped up in the shape of a man
    I tried so hard to get you to understand
    I'm so sorry
    Why am I always the one saying sorry
    Like a mother does for a child?

    You broke a beautiful thing
    And it won't ever mend
    I'll never have the pieces again

    I hate the way I keep losing things
    And I hate the way when I lose something
    I never seem to find it again

    You broke a beautiful thing

  • 99
    You Can Put Your Shoes Under My Bed

    It's a pretty pass
    How you always seem to land on your feet
    A little undone
    Anybody else by now would be cold meat
    Whenever you fall
    You can put your shoes under my bed

    Anytime, anytime you're passing by this way
    Remember you will always have a place to stay
    Whenever you call
    You can put your shoes under my bed

    Trip the light
    And who of us can tell what's real and what's fantastic
    You do it right
    No one else could have such grace and be so spastic
    Let heaven fall
    You can put your shoes under my bed

  • 100
    You Can’t Take It With You

    You might have a happy family, nice house, fine car
    You might be successful in real estate
    You could even be a football star
    You might have a prime-time TV show seen in every home and bar
    But you can't take it with you

    You might own a great big factory, oil wells on sacred land
    You might be in line for promotion, with a foolproof retirement plan
    You might have your money in copper, textiles or imports from Japan
    But you can't take it with you

    You can't take it with you though you might pile it up high
    It's so much easier for a camel to pass through a needle's eye

    You might have a body of fine proportion and a hungry mind
    A handsome face and a flashing wit, lips that kiss and eyes that shine
    There might be a queue all around the block
    Long before your starting time
    But you can't take it with you

    You might have a great reputation so carefully made
    And a set of high ideals, polished up and so well displayed
    You might have a burning love inside, so refined, such a special grade
    But you can't take it with you

  • 101
    Your Little Sister Is A Big Girl Now

    She was always bugging us
    Every day on the way home
    Riding on the back of the bus
    Every time we tried to kiss
    She was there right beside us
    Putting on a funny face
    Your little sister's a big girl now

    It seemed to happen in a dream
    Like the corn at summer's end
    She was standing fully grown
    Peaches hanging on the tree
    I shook some loose, she bit too quick
    All the juice came running down
    Your little sister's a big girl now

    We were married in the spring
    Little sister carried fresh flowers
    My best friend held the ring
    Later on that evening
    I saw them dancing in a corner
    She was kissing him slow and long
    Your little sister's a big girl now
    Your little sister's a big girl now
    Such a big girl now

  • 102
    Young Lovers

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


    Young lovers, young lovers, young lovers
    I see them everywhere I go
    Holding hands in the park
    As the sky grows dark
    Young lovers don't want to go home

    Young lovers, young lovers, young lovers
    They drive me right out of my mind
    Lying down by the river
    Whispering 'forever'
    Young lovers, they don't have very long

    (Everybody was a young lover once
    See this old man coming down the road, shuffiing on a stick
    Once he pressed a girl against a fence and drank her kiss
    And never knew such tenderness
    And holds still in his head that bliss
    Now he has to sit down to take a piss)

    Young lovers, young lovers, young lovers
    They seem to get younger every year
    Find a job, get a loan
    Raise some kids 'til they're grown
    Young lovers, they don't have very long
    Young lovers don't know what's coming on

  • 103
    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

  • 104
    Your Loving 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
    You're a miracle, girl, I'll never understand
    Your loving is on my mind
    Your loving is on my mind

  • 105
    Zoe

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


    Night is falling from above
    I’m waiting for the one I love, Zoe

    I sing her name inside my chest,
    The name the puts (an end to death?), Zoe

    Touched by the evening breeze the trees knot and sway
    One by one the stars come out to play
    And it seems I can hear them say “she’s on her way”

    We are all just tiny beings in the greater scheme of things, Zoe
    But she makes me feel I’m worth more than the greatest thing on earth, Zoe

    Every night I die under her loving touch
    Every day we drink the loving cup
    She makes all the loveless stuff come rising up

    And all I have is all I want when I’m with Zoe

    Every night I die under her loving touch
    Every day we drink the loving cup
    She makes all the loveless stuff come rising up, Zoe, Zoe, Zoe