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1. |
Wimbledon
02:27
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I’ve packed my bags and I’ve sold the amp
I’m moving out of rock
I’ve got the makings of a tennis champ
And so I’m bound for Wimbledon
All this decay is stifling me
Too much drugs and booze
And so I’m bound for Wimbledon
Where I cannot lose
The backhand volley and the forehand smash
The lovely ladies and the prize in cash
Rock is dying but I’m going to live
It’s not taking me down with it
The basic thing that appeals to me
The racquet doesn’t lie
Unlike this racket called an industry
Cause it makes stars like Wimbledon
But half the stars are charlatans
Most of the rest are dead
And so I’m bound for Wimbledon
To grace the net in – stead
Bjorn Borg and Vitas Gerulaitis
Don’t come down with serum hepatitis
And if in health I’ll win cause I’m Australian
And we do well at Wimbledon
I’ll have to practice every day and night
No time for writing songs
The only singles that I want to make
Is centre court, Wimbledon
The backhand volley and the forehand smash
The lovely ladies and the prize in cash
Rock is dying but I’m going to live
It’s not taking me down with it
Bjorn Borg and Vitas Gerulaitis
Don’t come down with serum hepatitis
And if in health I’ll win cause I’m Australian
And we do well at Wimbledon
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2. |
Free Kicks
03:25
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When you're parked with your lover and outside all is dark
Or making love with another under cover from the rain in a park
Be sure you abide by the rules that make smart men brave and brave men fools
Refrain from action if in doubt 'cause if you overstep the mark
It's certain someone will shout
Free Kick (Free Kicks) * 2
I knew a man once who held society in his palm
He was a winner and a winger he pushed women in the back with his charm.
He was never offside but he was always pretty off when he spoke
And I envied this man 'cause I was such an average bloke
Then one day he broke the rules got drunk at a discotheque
Society threw him out trippin' up a debutante and grabbing round the neck
Free Kick (Free Kicks) * 2
I once went out with the same girl for nearly a year
She loved me so much she'd wait while I mated my beer
My concession to her was the same drive-in every week
I thought I could do what I liked and she'd never crack
But I retained possession too long and when I finally let her go
The siren had gone
My goals were empty before me
So berated and frustrated I hit the referee
Free Kick (Free Kicks) * 2
So if you can't play by the rules I suggest you better not play at all
I hate players who yell "trip" when all the time they're holding the ball
If you pick the time to end you can't expect to pick the time to start
When you meddle with emotion
You're liable to get hurt yourself and break somebody's heart
Free Kicks and play out.
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Joey Black
02:53
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My name is Joey Black
I grew up by the dock
Never had good school reports
Fighting was my only sport
But lately times have changed
Everything's been rearranged
Now I find I don't belong
On the streets that I once roamed
These streets aren't safe for violence any more
All the trendies do's restore restore restore
And that's a boor
They ride their bicycles
Where we raced our cars
They take the billiard rooms
And turn them into flash wine bars
They talk about equality
But the chicks don't talk to me
I tell you that these streets
Aren't what they used to be
These streets aren't safe for violence any more
They stink of lawyers' dope
That's hidden in the floor
These streets aren't safe for violence any more
All I ever wanted was to own the family house
But I can't afford it
So I'm moving further out
They'll take their photographs and write their poetry
About the emptiness of the new life that I lead
They'll try to keep me out by changing all the rules
They'll drink their funny tea
Say money is for fools
Well I tell you I want all the money I can get
'Cause that's the only way
A guy like me can get ahead
And when I'm rich enough I'll bring back all my friends
And these streets will ring
To violence once again.
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4. |
Spooks In The Dark
03:17
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I'm watch watching stop hopping
Running up the street my car has stalled
Pushing past the geriatrics gotta make it
To my house before night falls
Last week I locked my key inside
I had to spend the night a sleeping in the park
I awoke when someone spoke
They're out to get me
They're the spooks in the dark
It started when I charted
All the critics said I was a different man
At number 10 my girlfriend slept with other men
And left me on my own again
I been fretting I been sweating
I had dreams I been taken by a shark
And there's just no escaping from a raping
By these spooks in the dark
I wish there was some way
I could get away
But they win if I leave
And drive me nuts if I decide to stay
God help me
BREAK
I had a bright idea to make these spooks disappear
In a moment when my head was clear
I knew it would work I knew I would smile again
I had an operation
Attenuation to my hearing
It stopped the spook sensation
But now I cannot wear an earring
And my fans loved the new record
Though I'm sure I'm heading for a fall
'Cause the other night I woke in fright
I swear I saw a shadow on the wall
Well I had to fix it quick
So I got the doc to cauterize my eyes
It gave me some relief from the belief
I was the one they all despised
Well I've given up my hearing
And now I've gone and given up my sight
But there's still no escaping from a raping
By these spooks in the night.
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Cabaretta
03:17
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Come to the Cabaretta when the moon is high
The girls play poker and the men all cry
Down at the Cabaretta when the moon is high
Grab your lame suit and hang it out to dry
My friends all do it but they don’t know why
Down at the Cabaretta when the moon is high
And the drunks fall from the ceiling
Their antics have us reeling
They land upon their feet and bid us try
And while the croupiers are dealing
The young bucks try cart-wheeling
They land upon the concrete floor and die
Come to the Cabaretta when the moon is high
Pull up a chair pull down your fly
At the Cabaretta when the moon is high
There’s so much semen make you feel sea-sick
Makes the running sore and the walking stick
To the Cabaretta’s dancing floor
Watch the drunks fall from the ceiling
With an impolite precision
Upon our turn shouts of derision
Greet our tries
The young folk are all dead
They wrote their names in pencil lead
I get up a drunk up in my stead or else I’ll die
And the heaving never ceases
Love among many greases
The poker-playing ladies open wide
Come to the Cabaretta when the moon is high
The girls play poker and the men all cry
Down at the Cabaretta when the moon is high
Grab your lame suit and hang it out to dry
My friends all do it but they don’t know why
Down at the Cabaretta when the moon is high
And the drunks fall from the ceiling
Their antics have us reeling
They land upon their feet and bid us try
And while the croupiers are dealing
The young bucks try cart-wheeling
They land upon the concrete floor and die
Come to the Cabaretta when the moon is high
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6. |
The Refugee Song
03:38
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How'd you like to be on a boat
In the South China Sea with no hope?
Stripped of all identity
You are just a refugee
And your please can't squeeze
Into conversations by the fire
Of the young trendy lefties
Who debate the changing women's
Role in society
How would you explain to your kiddies
As they cried with fear
That the other countries really care
It is just that jobs are hard to get this year
Can I get your attention
I'd like to remind you of a few concerts back
Remember the time you danced to Bob Marley
Jumped up and down in row E
And you were seen
Being so un-European
You even became a Buddhist over a hot dog
Renounced your parents religion
As something a pigeon
Might drop
Can I get your support?
Can I get you a prop?
Can you give us a thought for the people
On S China Sea?
You see I think that their problem
Is not just dramatic enough
Three Mile Islands and melt downs
Are really Quinn Martin stuff
Seal cubs are cute
And whalers are dumb ugly brutes.
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John Arlott makes me chuckle
With his stories of the forties from the Oval
And her soft hand makes me giggle
As it tickles from the buckle to the navel
And I don't know how a song can come from this
Bruce Springsteen wouldn't have me as his main protagonist
I'm far too ordinary
I work a steady job
I'm a journo into porno I vote Labor
I've got a quarter acre block
A small to average cock
And a fence that I went halves in with my neighbour
Still I sometimes feel I'm on the wrong side of a timewarp
My feet beat their retreat down footpaths never touched a sidewalk
I'm a no one in my loungeroom
But I'm sure I'd be a someone in New York
She always makes me tingle
When she scratches certain patches down my spine
And I bite her ear and kiss it
And a wicket falls while Frindle's marking time
It's a simple life I lead
And I feel guilty that I lead it
I'd search for more excitement
But I'm not sure that I need it
I've an ex-wife and a sex life
That it took me years to find
And there's just no greater pleasure
Than John Arlott on the tele
And her etching little numbers in my spine.
So this is my dilemma
On the one hand I'm a man with great potential
On the other I'm a lover
Much more potent
Than some glamorous credential
Still I sometimes feel I'm on the wrong side of a timewarp
My feet beat their retreat down footpaths never touched a sidewalk
I'm a no one in my loungeroom
But I'm sure I'd be a someone in New York
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8. |
Doesn't She Look Fine
02:58
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When I hear "lights out" I think of her
The cells bang and keys turn
And all of my body yearns
Doesn't she look fine today
Doesn't she look fine
When she's walking this a way
And I know she's mine
Every guy upon the block
Would like to walk her to the shop
And talk and tell her how he loved her
Try to kiss her never stop
And who can blame them
I would do the same
Doesn't she look fine.
When she's walking down the street
All the footpaths melt
And when I take her hand in mine
I just wanna shout
Tell the world I love her
How I'm never gonna leave her
Her love is like a dive into the river
Makes me shiver
Cannot float without her
Cannot doubt her
When she says she's mine
They say it won't last
She'll run off with some other guy
But all my fears fade when she says
"I'll love till I die"
Doesn't she look fine today
Doesn't she look fine
When she's walking this a way
And I know she's mine
Every guy upon the block
Would like to walk her to the shop
And talk and tell her how he loved her
Try to kiss her never stop
And who can blame them
I would do the same
Doesn't she look fine.
She says she loves me
I say I need her
She says she'll want me always
I say I'll never ever ever deceive her
Doesn't she look fine today
Doesn't she look fine
When she's walking this a way
And I know she's mine
They say she killed her father
Shot her mother burnt her brother
Poisoned her young sister
And smothered her two lovers
But she is trapped forever in a cell
And the key is mine
And she is mine (she is mine)
And she is mine (she is mine)
She is trapped forever in a cell
And the key is mine.
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9. |
On The Weekend
03:29
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When boy and girl go to a movie
All they ever want to do
Is hold each other tightly squeezing
Have a chocolate or two
And after school upon the buses
Girls in dresses drive boys wild
The boys all try to hide their fever
Comb their hair but never smile
Till the weekend
When there's lots of things to do
Lock your door and fool your parents
Who have to guess what you're up to
On the weekend
On the weekend
When boy and girl start going out
There's only two ways it can go
The first is that they never kiss
The other is...well you all know
When boy and girl start going out
They telephone through the week days
But it is on a Friday night
That innocence ca go astray
On the weekend
When there's lots of things to do
Lock your door and fool your parents
Who have to guess what you're up to
On the weekend
On the weekend
When young girls start growing up
They leave their school boyfriends for men
And the young boys do it all wrong
And try to win them back again
So schoolgirls grow up so much quicker
Liquor leads them into bed
The next thing they are buying homes
On special for the newly wed
Till the weekend
When there's lots of things to do
Lock your door and fool your parents
Who have to guess what you're up to
On the weekend
On the weekend
By now the young boys are grown up
They've long left school and become men
They start dating younger women
Who leave their school boyfriends for them
Then browsing at the supermarket
They meet their old girlfriend from school
She's now divorced with two young kids
And a half completed swimming pool
Till the weekend
When there's lots of things to do
Lock your door and fool your parents
Who have to guess what you're up to
On the weekend
On the weekend
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10. |
Mid-Day Movie
03:07
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I'm getting poisoned by the midday movie
My stubbie's getting hot
And the fan that I got
Can't cool it.
There's a job in the paper that I just might get
But I can't read the label on my cigarette
My vision is shot and I'm bathed in sweat
From the effort of looking at my TV set.
I'm getting poisoned by the midday movie
Randolph Scott's got a gun to my head
He's a mean bastard
And he just might use it.
For the last ten month's I been out of work
I'm part of the carpet and I'm covered in dirt
Yesterday the man came and he shampooed me
But it didn't fix the toxins from my TV
My head is spinning
My heart is pounding
I feel like I'm stuck in a tube
Without a vertical hold.
I'm growing weaker by the dirty plates on the floor
If I can just last the afternoon might get to be with Dinah Shaw
Lately Audie Murphy's been the strychnine on my TV screen
And I can't get a job or an antidote
From the TV guide that I learnt by rote.
I guess I'll stay here till the night falls
Don't won't to go outside these four walls
I might be dying but at leats it's slow
There may be better ways of living
But few easier to go
My head is spinning
My heart is pounding
I feel like I'm stuck in a tube
Without a vertical hold.
I'm laying dormant like a virus that's packed in ice
And if they ever let me out
There must be doubt
That I'd turn out quite right
To help all the community
Develop an immunity
To the woes of those like me
They pump the gas through the TV
But all this gas is killing me.
I'm getting poisoned by the midday movie
My stubbie's getting hot
And the fan that I got
Can't cool it.
There's a job in the paper that I just might get
But I can't read the label on my cigarette
My vision is shot and I'm bathed in sweat
From the effort of looking at my TV set.
I'm going fast now
I cannot last now
I'm getting poisoned by the midday movie.
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11. |
Schoolgirl
03:23
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12. |
The Aus Rock Industry
04:01
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We’re part of the heart of the record that turns
The dunce in the classroom who never learns
We’re part of the same thing good and bad you and me
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re the struggling musician who can’t pay his rent
The part of the weekend where the week’s wages went
We’re the shedders of tears the scourge of our ears
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We are Dylan and Ferry and Presley and Bowie
We’re all of those places our money does go-ey
We’re the lead chasing roadie who’s searched high and low
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re the people who pay at the door every night
For the right to get tripped and then picked for a fight
We are bored and adored and ignored by the sweetie
Pulling beers for the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re an unstable lot we’re a nation of sheep
Sheep without stables means shit on your feet
We’re Mark Holden, Molly, Shirley and Angry
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re the sense of despair felt like losing a friend
When a good band breaks up we say it’s happened again
We’re the fans who buy posters the clowns who toss coaters
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re the Car-O-Tel’s clientele Devo and Blondie
The flombay at Bombay The Swap out at Bondi
We’re the dud cheque you got from Evans-Gudinski
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re part of the heart of the problem that makes
Most of us poor and the Poms and Yanks great
We’re dwindling crowds caused by government greed
We are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re the butt of the jokes of the Poms’ music press
Who write more and more and say less and less
We put hope in the scrote of a barren old B
I refer to the World rock and roll industry
We’re the accident of birth that makes some who deserve
To be wealthy rock heroes play pubs to be heard
O’Keefe Ross Wilson Macainsh are these
They are part of the Aus rock and roll industry
We’re part of the start of our own revolution
It’s up to us now if we follow or lead
We’re the love and the hate the success and the failure
The rock and roll industry of Australia.
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Dave Warner Sydney, Australia
Bob Dylan declared Dave Warner his favourite Australian artist. In 1973 Warner formed Pus, Australia’s first punk
band.
He travelled to London in 1975 and developed a concept of original Australian music, `suburban rock’. Warner returned to Perth in 1976 and formed Dave Warner’s from the Suburbs an instant success. Warner continues to write and record music and is author of 20 books.
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