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Kiss And Tell
03:16
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KISS AND TELL
Riviera Sarah got a camera in her underwear Designed by a Spook out a Langley and it’s fun to wear
Fritz from Stern said pix would be wunderbar The patsy is a diplomat from somewhere outa Ecuador
What the hell? It’s kiss and tell
On the beat they talk of legendary Mimi Made it with a Royal on Betacam SP
The Sun gave her heaps and it went to TV Now Mimi owns a Porsche and a mews in Chelsea
She did well out of kiss and tell.
There’s no secret you can’t sell Kiss and Tell
There’s no secret you can’t buy Kiss and Cry
People in the public eye gotta watch the gratitude the platitudes
There’s an attitude to sexploits don’t allow no latitude
You gotta be a nun or a monk or a eunuch
Remember that girl you lunched in Munich?
She’ll do well out of kiss and tell.
There’s no secret you can’t sell Kiss and Tell
There’s no secret you can’t buy Kiss and Cry
Keep a dat in your iguana And a mike in a banana
And a pencil in the sleeve of your pyjamas
It could mean cash or a stay in the Bahamas
For what you sell in Kiss and Tell
There’s no secret you can’t sell Kiss and Tell
There’s no secret you can’t buy Kiss and Cry
Kiss
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2. |
Lucky Country
06:51
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ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE LUCKY COUNTRY (Macainsh-Warner)
Friday 4 PM one of those brasseries where the waiters all have pony-tails and the chefs have an obsession with pine nuts and pesto sauce and there’s a table load of women or “girls” as they prefer to call themselves been there since midday and now their tablecloth looks like it’s had a traffic accident happen on it, one terrified bottle of wine has pissed itself and dived head-first into the ice bucket and it’s no Porphery Pearl for this generation of Australian women nothing less than a Richmond grove Chablis as they gaze at the coagulated traffic into the afternoon which has dissolved into the colour of yellow which also happens be to the colour of decay and the colour of the chunky gold jewellery which they flash at one another, each link on their bracelet symbolising a husband’s infidelity and as they talk about pergolas and tube operations each one prays for something different to happen this weekend and at the same time each one is terrified that it might
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Riff x 2
In King’s Cross the rattle of the tattoo gun punctuates the traffic, Madame Myrna pulls her shawl gazes into her crystal ball and tells the young woman opposite that into her life will shortly come a mysterious dark haired stranger, the young woman floats down to Kings Cross Railway Station where Myrna is proved extremely perspicacious for the young woman is mugged by a mysterious dark haired stranger, grabbing the girl’s handbag he dashes through the traffic almost coming to grief on the prostrate body of a 68 year old stockbroker who lost all his money in 1987 crash and who is clothed only in a greatcoat with crystallised snot hanging from it like war medallions and his mattress is compressed cardboard packing crates with Sanyo Vacuum Cleaner stamped across the side and the whole of the Cross looks like TAB carpet on Melbourne Cup night and that’s when you know you must be hallucinating because nobody in the Cross possesses a vacuum cleaner and it’s not a good ad for Sanyo but what it is is
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Riff x 2
5.26 pm and the boys at Mike’s Perth Body Smash Repairs are already well into their second celebratory end of week carton. Only the young apprentice Clayton is missing, still in the workshop tinkering at the suspension of his own Mazda 626. One of the guys has brought along a library of porno videos and as the cheers and whistles reach their zenith no one hears the pleas from Clayton trapped under the suddenly collapsed 626. As the life is crushed from him the last thing he hears is a distant yelp for “big bazookas”.
A couple of blocks away and after six years together Cheryl and Todd have finally decided to call it quits. Todd must admit he got his nuts tightened when Cheryl confronted him about his affair with Gail from Records. And as they rage at one another over who is entitled to the Beatles Boxed Album Set they are momentarily distracted by a screaming ambulance siren beneath their window but it’s only for a moment
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Solo 8 bars
So I wonder what will become of these words spewed out into the atmosphere like so much excess sperm will they daisy chain and dance and intermingle with the sounds of Milli Vanilli, will they revisit the planet at some future time on a distant radio beam or will they just fade in the ever increasing expanse of Friday nights in the lucky country.
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another Friday night in the lucky country
Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart
Just another Friday night in the lucky …
Lucky country.
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Big Bad Sexual Drive
02:52
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I’ve got this big bad sexual drive
It might be wrong but I feel alive
And it’s a big bad sexual drive
Now I don’t know if it’s politically right
But I have these thoughts in the middle of the night
Naked girls some are black
And that’s a big bad actual fact
I got this big bad sexual drive
Lead break 8 bars
My oh my what ecstasy
Melt the walls and come with me
Floating where there is no pain
All my demons have been slain
Well I had a visit from the thought police
And they showed me what was wrong with this
Now I no longer feel alive
I got this nice clean asexual drive
I had this big bad sexual drive
Made me glad just being alive
And now I’d feel I’d rather die
If I can’t have my big bad sexual drive
I got this big bad sexual drive
I got this … (Big Bad) … sexual drive
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Jack Kerouac's Back
02:44
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I met him in a depot in Tijuana (Who? – Jack)
He had a turtle neck sweater and a gram of humour
We talked of life over cappuccino
He said `Life’s like a night with Ida Lupino’
Kerouac’s back but he’s incognito
Kerouac’s back wow hot burrito
Kerouac’s back in a big black Studey
Jack Kerouac’s back x 2
We danced all night at the sugar shack
I wore fishnets Jack wore black
Castro Castrol castrate check
In Cuban heels with a cubist cat
Kerouac’s back but he’s incognito
Kerouac’s back wow hot burrito
Kerouac’s back in a big black Studey
Jack Kerouac’s back x2
Jack Kerouac’s
I’m the beat in the Beat Generation
I’m the original rolling stone
I’m the voice from the subterrane
Unlock the loft I’m coming home
Bongo drums in a Greenwich bar
Goatee beard and a folk guitar
Ginsberg concrete poetry
The Kennedy dynasty started out with me
And Jack Kerouac’s back x2
Beatnik babies in a b-baby boom
Ban the bomb, lower the boom
Let the loose limbed limo take the load
Kerouac’s back and he’s on the road
Kerouac’s back but he’s incognito
Kerouac’s back wow hot burrito
Kerouac’s back in a big black Studey
Jack Kerouac’s back x 3
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Assassin
03:55
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It follows and it haunts you
The thought the creeps and taunts
You dunno where to hide
All you know is that you ache inside
The days seem awful long
The nights go on and on
The bat is always broken
The leaking fridge is always open
When you love your own assassin
Late at night you wake up sweating
It’s a very lethal passion
When you love your own assassin
You try to run but your heart calls out
You try to cling to any shadow of a doubt
You won’t admit you’re beaten
You try to mess with reason
You think you’ll dodge the bullet
You think you’ll spot the poison pellet
And if it’s gas you think you’ll smell it
When you love your own assassin
Late at night you wake up sweating
It’s a very lethal passion
When you love your own assassin
You try to run but your heart calls out
You try to cling to any shadow of a doubt
Break 8 bars
You try to run but your heart calls out
You try to cling to any shadow of a doubt
When you love your own assassin
Late at night you wake up sweating
It’s a very lethal passion
When you love your own assassin
When you love your own assassin
Late at night you wake up sweating
It’s a very lethal passion
When you love your own assassin
When you love your own assassin
Late at night you wake up sweating
It’s a very lethal passion
When you love your own assassin
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6. |
Baby You Got Me Goin
03:49
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Baby you got me going Baby you got me going good
I should have known I should have known
I should have gone and knocked on wood
But late at night when the moon is bright
There’s no time to doubt
And later on when it’s all been done
It might seem wrong but it still was fun
Baby you really had me going Baby you know I was your dupe
You had me waiting by the phone
You had me jumping through the hoop
Guess I must have looked a clown but I don’t bear no grudge
I got burned and I got learned
But I’d repeat it all if you just gave the call
I’d be your fool babe and I’d be your knave and
I’d be your footstool and I’d be your slave
I’d be anything you want any time you gave the word
You took my soul in the trick moonlight
I never did so wrong but felt so right
Baby you got me going Baby you got me going good
I should have known I should have known
I should have gone and knocked on wood
But late at night when the moon is bright
There’s no time to doubt
And later on when it’s all been done
It might seem wrong but it still was fun
I’ll be your fool babe and I’ll be your knave and
I’ll be your footstool and I’ll be your slave
Riff
I’ll be your fool babe and I’ll be your knave and
I’ll be your footstool and I’ll be your slave
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7. |
Put On Earth
03:58
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We’re put on earth to get pissed
We’re put on earth to pray
We’re put on earth to breed and bleed
And put on earth to pay
We’re put on earth to put on airs and put on wigs and be
And I was put on earth for you and you were put on earth for me
We’re put on earth to surf and suffer and suffocate
We’re put on earth to love and hurt and put on earth to hate
We’re put on earth to conquer space and race about the sea
And I was put on earth for you and you were put on earth for me
We’re put on earth to entertain
We’re put on earth to fight
We’re put on earth to quarrel
And to test each other’s might
We’re put on earth to ask
Why we’re put on earth
We’re put on earth to balance
The surplus with the dearth
We’re put on earth to have and we’re put on earth to need
And I was put on earth for you and you were put on earth for me
And there’s no justice but there’s hope
There’s not path just a blind, instinctive grope
And I was put on earth for you and you for me
That’s all I need to know that’s all there’ll ever be
Break 8 bars
We’re put on earth to get pissed
We’re put on earth to pray
We’re put on earth to breed and bleed
And put on earth to pay
We’re put on earth to put on airs and put on wigs and be
And I was put on earth for you and you were put on earth to put on me
And there’s no justice but there’s hope
There’s no path just a blind, instinctive grope
And I was put on earth for you and you for me
That’s all I need to know that’s all there’ll ever be
And there’s no justice but there’s hope
There’s not path just a blind, instinctive grope
And there’s no justice but there’s hope
There’s not path just a blind, instinctive grope
And I was put on earth for you and you for me
That’s all I need to know that’s all there’ll ever be.
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8. |
Surry Hills Boogaloo
03:35
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You can make like an Eskimo and live in an igloo
Walk nude in Chicago when December snows are due
Be dressed for Key Largo on the tip of old K2
But you haven’t felt a chill till you’ve done the Surry Hills Boogaloo
You can scoff cold cray at a Toorak barbecue
Quaff Chardonnay with the gays of Woolloomooloo
Have it off in the hay with the gal from Kalamazoo
But you haven’t done nothin’ till you’ve done the Surry Hills Boogaloo
Boogaloo Boogaloo x 2
You can traverse all London from the depths of the Bakerloo
Converse with sponges on the floor of the Arafu
You can plunge like futures in a failed Wall Street coup
But you haven’t hit rock bottom till you’ve done the Surry Hills Boogaloo
Boogaloo Boogaloo x 3
Chew you up and it’ll spit you out
It don’t care what you’re about (Surry Hills don’t care)
Kiss my arse and lick my shoes you’re Boogalooed
You could be the gum on the heel of Neil Armstrong’s shoe
You can heel to windward at the helm of Australia 2
And you could wind the watch that timed what Lindbergh flew
But you ain’t history till you’ve done the Surry Hills Boogaloo
No you ain’t history till you’ve done the Surry Hills Boogaloo
Instrumental break 16 bars
Chew you up and it’ll spit you out
It don’t care what you’re about (Surry Hills don’t care)
Kiss my arse and lick my shoes you’re Boogalooed
Chew you up and it’ll spit you out
It don’t care what you’re about (Surry Hills don’t care)
Kiss my arse and lick my shoes you’re Boogalooed
When you’re down in Surry Hills
And you feel that Surry chill there’s nothing you can do but Boogaloo
Boogaloo Boogaloo x 3
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9. |
Heading West On Sunset
09:17
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HEADING WEST ON SUNSET
I tried to sew them back together but I ran out of string. I tried to sew them back together but I ran out of string.
What do you want to talk about yesterday for? You know I already told you, I don’t remember that much. Let’s talk about tomorrow, the future man … Okay, okay I’ll tell you the story. Then I get my steak alright? Okay. Okay so yesterday, let’s see … well, the first thing I remember is waking up in my car down Venice around noon, you know the night before I drove up from Tijuana so –
Anyway, I cruise on up to Van Nuys. You know why man, don’t act dumb. I wanted to settle it with that fat asshole. Man, he said I came at him with a tyre lever, that’s bullshit man, if I’d have come at him with a tyre lever he wouldn’t have been able to say nothing, getting words would have been like trying to shit glass …
What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened. The fat slug was on his break. So I turn around and drove back to the Strip.
No man, I don’t know anything about his car, but if somebody stripped it that makes me feel good, the fat fuck probably did what he did to me to some other less tolerant individual.
So, um, where was I?
Heading west on Sunset, stop off at this bar, it’s the smog, had to get that crap out of my lungs, yesterday was one of those, oh, you know, one of those days when you feel like you’ve swallowed a battle ship. You know one of these days I’m gonna walk through one of them metal detectors and set it off because I got so much lead in my lungs, Beep - `Yo man, you just been in LA?’ You got a gun?
Yes as a matter of fact I do, got a semi-automatic. Yes of course I had it yesterday. I wouldn’t go to Tijuana without it, man.
So. I’m in this bar, Paul’s Joint, something like that. I had a beer or two, Miller. Dodgers are playing the Padres, man Tony Gwynne can he ever hit? Anyway this English guy Ace, I don’t know what his other name is, he rocks up and slips me some speed. No, I don’t pay him, I ask him what he wants and he says he needs someone to drive him down to South Central to score. No way, man. you think I’m crazy or what? Fuck Ace, no fucking way am I going to South Central, you pick up some gear, that’s what I tell him.
So, you know um he’s hanging out for something and I say look I know this guy on Mullholland he’s usually got some good coke. So, we go there, good timing, party’s in full swing, English heavy-met band over for tour, Ace is happy he knows some guy from the road crew or something and there’s this great piece of ass in bikinis slips me some more speed and I hang out there till maybe seven or eight – What?
Circumstances of my departure? Hey man, they didn’t through me out man, I chose to leave, Okay? This faggot comes up to me while I’m taking a piss, man, yeah – I’m no queer okay? He tried it once. Once was all he ever tried. I was fifteen. I smacked him so hard in the balls he started to choke. He never tried it again. And my step-sister used to give it to him all the time, she didn’t know how to hurt him, so, or she wasn’t prepared to, so she suffered the consequences, it’s not fair but that’s life. So what I’m saying is you know, don’t ever call me bent, right, okay? I was fucking fifteen. I was out of there by time I was seventeen … step-sister … I dunno I never see her.
So they told you they threw me out?
I’d like to see ‘em try.
Anyway, I left there about eight. And I’m buzzing man, I’d had so much speed. I’m heading west on Sunset. That’s when I saw the chicks, round Doheny some place around there.
Three of them, cute. Valley girls on a night out I figure. So, they flag me down and they wanted some action. I know a doorman at the Roxy, he lets us in. Dance a bit, chicks had some tabs, I don’t know what it was. Cause I don’t remember anything except next thing we’re eating tacos out on La Brea. I buy some beers one of the chicks Valerie one with the brown hair, she says `Let’s go somewhere out in the desert.’ I say sure, the chicks, they wanna drive. That’s okay by me. So we drive, I dunno, a few hours, then we pull off the road, drink a few more beers and Rikki that’s the blonde, she’s coming onto me pretty strong and I say. Let’s go for a walk. Valerie’s giggling away and the other one’s singing to the radio. So, me and Rikki walk just a few hundred yards I guess and we started kissing and suddenly she stops. I ask her what’s the matter? She says she wants to go back to the others. I know she didn’t really want to, she just felt she had to say that. I know chicks, right? So I pull her back and go to kiss her. She hits me. First, I go, okay, it’s the drugs she’s on, but then she starts calling me names, cruel stuff, so I picked up a rock and I hit her and I kept hitting her.
I hear the music stop in the car and I wait for a while. Half an hour maybe, Rikki hasn’t moved, so I figure that’s it for her, no encore.
Yeah of course I was angry, man. Wouldn’t you be? Here’s these chicks, I give them a ride, I let them drive my car, I get them into the Roxy for free, I buy beers, I mean they’re ungrateful, you know? I walk back and the other two ask me where Rikki is, I say she’s weeing, and one of them not Valerie the other one, she starts screaming, maybe the blood on my shirt. They ran. They had too much to drink so I knew they don’t run too good. I remembered the gun. It was still under the seat where I stashed it with a bottle of tequila I bought in Tijuana. I only paid a hundred bucks for that gun but I tell you it’s a beauty. I got a bargain man. It took them apart real quick.
What’d I feel? Nothing much. No, I killed jackrabbits. Sort of like that. I was sad it had to happen but you know they asked for it the way they treated me. People shouldn’t do that. Use people. I finished my beer. Fell asleep. When I woke up I was sorry. I had one helluva of headache. I sort of remembered what happened but didn’t want to. I knew I had a big sailcloth needle in my trunk from when I used to sail. And some string. I thought if I could put them back together it might be alright. So, I tried but pretty soon I ran out of string. Well, at least I tried.
So how about that steak man? I haven’t eaten since those tacos.
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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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