1. Grid (February's Drought)

You can’t eat anything everything’s a poison,

It’s a mystery how you’re still alive

They’re listening on your telephone, listing everything you own

Trying to sell you something you don’t need

They’ve got their hands in each others pockets, if one don’t get you the others got it

There ain’t no place you can hide

 

I gotta get me off the grid

It ain’t nothing I did

I’ll get myself a tin foil hat

I’ll get myself a bug out pack

I’ll build a bunker way outback

I’ll buy my food in big heavy sacks

So when the zombies attach

You’ll be begging to take me back

 

They’ll tell you to be offended, Meanwhile it’s the truth their bending

The advertisers rub their hands in glee

They’ll whip you into a frenzy, you’ll forget who’s the really enemy

The advertisers rub their hands in glee

They’ll push whatever pays best, we’ll buy whatever they’re pushing fresh

The advertisers rub their hands in glee

They see in quarterly projections, we live following their directions

The advertisers rub their hands in glee

The puppet masters we’ll never see, the winners are never you and me

The advertisers rub their hands in glee

 

I gotta get me off the grid

It ain’t nothing I did

I’ll get myself a tin foil hat

I’ll get myself a bug out pack

I’ll build a bunker way outback

I’ll buy my food in big heavy sacks

So when the zombies attach

You’ll be begging to take me back

 

The advertisers rub their hands in glee

 

 

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4. Hide Away (February's Drought)

Two hands wide open, hoping just to find some sense of satisfaction, someone to sympathise,  I’ve lived all around, ain’t never found my home

Seems these two boots the only things that can’t be outgrown

Hide myself away/ hide myself away/ hide myself away

 

Well ain’t never gonna have to put myself on the line,

Never gonna have to see another dollar sign

Lord knows it could all be different this time

 

Always wondering what to write, wondering what the punters are gonna like

But the punters change from night to night and I’m stuck with myself for life

As the debt collectors call more often, well my sense of dignity starts to soften

My nights are full of drunks and dives, man it makes me want to crawl away and

 

The notepad confessions can’t be read out in court

You know it’s a shame, they might help something get bought

If only I’d dreamt of office chairs, morning meetings and well cut hair

I’ll buy five minutes and take the stairs, late again by the time I get there

Big boss tired of tardy me, fired, what’s it going be, what’s it going be?

 

Well ain’t never gonna have to put myself on the line,

Never gonna have to see another dollar sign

Lord knows it could all be different this time

 

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2. Happy Man (February's Drought)

You ain’t never gonna be no, no blues man

Boy you’re far too, you’re far too happy all the time

You ain’t never gonna be no, no country guitar man

Boy you’re far too, you're far too happy all the time

 

Well she said, wipe that smile from off your face

Find a frown and stick it in place

You gotta be beat up, beaten down

Broken up and scattered all around. To make it in that town

 

You ain’t never gonna be no, no working class man

Boy you’re far too, you’re far too happy all the time

You ain’t never gonna be no, no married man

You’re far too, you’re far too happy all the time

 

Well she said, wipe that smile from off your face now

Find a frown and stick it in place

You gotta be angry, with a clenched fist, a broken heart and a death wish

To make it in that town

 

She said tune you ear boy, have a listen in

To a thousand screams from a thousand broken dreams

That’s how you know

You ain’t never gonna be that happy all the time

 

Well she said, wipe that smile from off your face

Find a frown and stick it in place

You gotta be beat up, beaten down, broken up and scattered all around

To make it in that town.

 

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3. Drought (February's Drought)

We've been waiting to see the river flow

Nothing but a drought here

We've been trying to get a garden to grow

Nothing but a drought here

Haven't smiled since I can't remember

Hasn't rained since last September

We've been doing exactly like we oughta'

We've been saving up our water

Now there's clouds on each horizon

I don't know if we'll survive them

Only thing thriving here is my fear

Nothing but a drought a here

No trickles in our streams

Nothing but a drought here

No life left here it seems

Nothing but a drought here

 

We're living off that unseen basin

We've survived but now we're facing

Contract that's due for replacing

There talk of compensation

Not a word about the degradation

Fighting solely out of desperation

If only tears brought some consolation

Nothing but a drought here

 

No leaves growing on these trees

Nothing but a drought here

No seedlings fighting the dirt to be free

Nothing but a drought here

No hope for you and me

Nothing but a drought here

 

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5. Doctor (February's Drought)

 

I don’t need no doctor

I don’t need no nurse

Just two more sets of hands

Grabbing at my money purse

I don’t need no doctor

To tell me I’m gunna die

Lord knows I been working on it

Gunna happen no matter how hard I try

I don’t need no doctor

To tell me I’m getting old

I’ll probably meet an early death

I’ll probably die on the road

He said don’t drink

Don’t smoke

Don’t hardly eat

I don’t need no doctor

To tell me the end is near

I can feel it my bones

But death I do not fear

I fear that doctor

He want me to lay in bed

Wants to inject me full of medicines

That screw with my head

I don’t need no doctor

 

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2. Freddy One Eye (January's Pages)

Lord I’m down in the mangroves with Freddy One Eye and Timmy The Nose

We’re all playing a game of chase but if I lose I will be buried in a hole

Well I’m trying to hold my breath for the stench of stagnant water

I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Johnny’s daughter

‘Cause I’m down in the mangroves with the concrete shoe blues

 

It all started about a month ago, it was just another hit

Till Timmy pulled that trigger a little early, there were more bodies than we could shift

So we left the place ablaze, then later on I took a pay cut and the blame

Well then in a tight skirt, who should appear, with limber limbs and a sympathetic ear

She made love like it was all, like it was all that she knew

And she washed away my concrete shoe Lord my concrete shoe blues

 

Well we both knew Johnny wouldn’t take well to me sleeping with his daughter

So we drew up plans we were gunna meet on the other side of the  border

I took one last job it was gunna pay enough just to get us by

All I knew was I working with Freddy Ol’ One Eye

Well we met up by the swamp, by the mangroves

And the fact that I’m running means Ol’ Johnny knows

I hear their footsteps splash in the shallows as they draw near

It’s not them Lord but her heartache that I fear

And the looks on their faces it all seemed, all seemed so confused

As I shot my way out, out of these concrete shoe blues

 

I said I shot my way out, out of these concrete shoe,

out of these concrete shoe blues

 

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1. Try (January's Pages)

Try as you might that lonely road won’t come to you

She only dances for travellers and folk passing through

She can’t be fooled by a shiny belt buckle or the pool that you shoot

Try as you might

 

I’ll stay for another drink, another night, another year

Not much to go back to, even less ahead and for the moment I’m here

Try as I might to live a life free of a home

All I see floating next to me in the trees are leaves all alone

Try as you might

 

Sunday roast sitting next to uncle Charlie, in between the wheezing and the coughing

He said “Son always take the scenic route, there’s only one view from a coffin”

Try as I might, to live as Uncle Charlie says

All I see floating next to me is Uncle Charlie in my head

Try as you might

 

Time he tick tick tick tocks right past me

Not a smile not a wink, no he flat out don’t see me

One day time is gunna tell me, all the stories I could’ve been in

And though I don’t believe the man, try my best to deceive him when I can

Try as you might

 

Try as you might that lonely road she won’t come to you

She don’t care for nothing but weary eyes sunburn and worn out boots

Once glance into those white line eyes she’ll have you on the move

Try as you might

Try as you might

 

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3. Weren't For The Way (January's Pages)

Another shit fight with the wife last night

The couch weren’t even on the cards

She needs the car to drop the kids at school

I just need to get out for a while

 

Fell in love in the spring of ‘99

Everyone told us it could never last

She came from the top end of town

I hate to picture how I make those bastards laugh

 

If it weren’t for the way you wear those spring time dresses

A casual smile and a sun shower

We wouldn’t be here sifting through ashes

Counting down life by the hour

 

If it weren’t for the way the rain messed with your hair

Or made your dress cling to your chest

I’d be off having grand adventures

You would’ve found a man who wasn’t second best

 

She’d never known life without the old mans bankcard

After the ultimatum she took things pretty hard

He said “If you want my love and money, and I know that you do

Get rid of that clown he ain’t no good for you”

 

To her credit she told him where to shove it

said she’ll make her own mind up about what she loves and she did

Guess 12 years on she’s got a few      regrets

Guess with love that’s what you get

 

Chorus

 

If it weren’t for the hole we’ve dug ourselves into

Or the hope that we could dig our way out

If it weren’t for the shrinking     corner we’re backed against

Or the delusion that we could block the world out

 

If it weren’t for the way I kissed you

And the world stood still and we owned nothing but bliss

I’d have never laid my heart on the line again

I’d never known a love like this

 

If it weren’t for the cold beers on those camping trips

The music, the air mattress and the fun we had

I’d never have loved three little snot nose kids

I’d have never become a dad

 

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6. Blank Page (January's Pages)

Johnny lives life like a blank page

He goes through from day to day

He’s got nothing ahead

Had a dream once but now it’s dead

He’d trade places with anyone

A life that’s ending would seem more fun

And to johnny the grass is greener, but forever out of reach

Says he got nothing left to learn, he ain’t got nothing left to teach

And the world seems unobtainable, as if wanting it were a crime

But not as criminal as leaving a blank page in time

 

Sarah’s straight laced, rigid, square like an army boot

But she wouldn’t know dirt if she stepped in it, wouldn’t know hurt wouldn’t know truth

She finished school got a degree, a good job and a good salary

And a cat and a unit in a complex of just three

And the walls here are thick no one else can hear her TV

Or her sobbing as she falls asleep, in the arms of Mr nobody

But she does all the right things, sleeps 8hrs and recycles

Even owns herself a Good News Bible

And she prays like hell there’s a man like her, one with no spine, who hates both equally, dirt and grime

She prays together they will leave a  perfect white, clean perfect white page in time

 

Me I’d like to leave time with some memories

A book of torn dirty pages, bound together by my very arteries

A heroic swashbuckling dramatic adventure quest

With a tongue in cheek comedic tone,  more than a few love interests

I’ll fit a day to a page, full of humanity

Profanity, insanity, by God it’ll be a good read

I’ll skim over the slow parts, skip straight to the emergencies

I’ll be a page turner, so time will never want to put me down

The day that he stops reading, will be the day I drown

Off some exotic island after a high speed chase

From pirates and police, both trying to get my briefcase

Where I keep the stains on pages,

The sordid little lies

The book that I will leave in time

 

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8. Camping (January's Pages)

I like camping, camping by myself

No people around, it’s good for my health

 

Rain pours down, puddles in my shoe

Rain pours down, gunna catch the flu

 

Sun shines out, sun shines on through

Sun shines out, reminds me of you

 

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10. Country Song (January's Pages)

My life sounds like a damn country song

With the sad heartbreak the dead dog but the faith strong

And bluesey Tuesdays on the porch with a pair of thongs

Jinxed the day asked how much could go wrong

 

No sleep no dreams, when it finally all ends

Spinning on a pillow dizzy till we do it all again

Hindsight comebacks like billboards round every bend

And hair-brain ideas for new online trends

 

I got work clothes bills dishes all piled up high

I got plans for the weekend that will pass me on by

Spend my days just trying to paint the sky

But if it don’t fit on a canvas how can it fit in my eye

 

If only the sunrise would bring a new day

New clothes new strings a maid and a little more pay

On the TV show it ends when they find their way

I found mine I just seem to stray

 

There’s so many faces, places in the scene

Can’t remember names bluffs all bursting at the seams

Smiles from the mountains, winks from the trees

The saddest faces are always worn by human beings

 

Chorus

 

If only life were like a reggae song

Smoking on the beach with a soccer ball in the sun

And nothing in the world could ever get your groove wrong

But I keep changing channels back to that country song

 

My life sounds like a country song

Always jinx the day ask how much could go wrong

 

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4. Bosman (January's Pages)

Bye Bye Bossman

I wont be seeing you no more

Bye Bye Bossman

I’m gunna slam that door

 

Cause you  treat me like dirt

Pay me like a slave

Bye Bye Bossman

See my middle finger wave

 

Get to work early in the morning

Don’t leave till late at night

All that time Mr. Bossman

Act like he trying to start a fight

 

He work us till we’re dog  tired

Work us till we can’t stand up no more

All the time he scream and shouts

Till his God damn throat is sore

 

Union man come round one day

He told Mr. Bossman ‘You gotta play nice’

Bossman pulled out a pistol

Shot at Mr Union man twice

 

It’s a pity he’s a bad shot

Else he might of ended up in jail

Instead I’m gunna have to kill Mr. Bossman myself

Spend my last days in hell

 

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5. Driving (January's Pages)

All the lines that I had in my head last night

There gone like my dreams ‘cause I woke with a fright

I’m sleeping on the side of the road my only neighbour is squealing trucks

Got a grin from ear to ear, tells me I’m up on my luck

 

The show I came from last night, it felt like my wake

My fingers they were flying but my head it just weren’t on straight

So I asked the bartender, what kind of music do you like around here

He just shrugged his shoulders and poured me another beer

 

My guess is it’s the sound of a laughing drunk, chitter     chitter chatter in the back round

The AM radio and billiard balls falling down

Toothless Joe on the front porch sporting a gummy grin

He’s got squinty eyes in the morning as the sun shines in

 

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning I got one wheel left on the road

Got Mr. Jeff Lang all pumping out of my stereo

My eyes are sunken and heavy as I lose my wheels

Wake up in a pool of sweat with my head on the steering wheel

 

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7. January (January's Pages)

January came and it went

Brought with it water like I’ve never known

By the time the sun dried the mud and silt

January had taken everything I owned

Old guys at the bar seen it time and again

Still can’t tell if it helps them none

Talking to them gives me the strangest feeling

Can’t imagine I’ll ever live that long

 

I’m gunna throw myself in that big ol’ river

With the debris of a thousand homes

I’ll hold my breath, until I reach the bay

Won’t be no more January’s for me

 

February went by in a blur

Of cleaning and sleeping on floors

Rented a house few suburbs over

But the neighbours here want to start a war

Used to be squatters here before we moved in

Chicken shit on the carpet, piss stains on the wall

Found some junkies cooking spoon on top of the broken air conditioner

First night here I prayed for a wall of water once more

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Six months passed and I’m still going on

Seems nothing interesting happened since

Reds and Maroons both won their shields

I ain’t been happy ‘bout much other than this

And I see that river twist and bend

As if she thinks she’s the same old thing

That stole away so many lives

Like some beautiful spiteful goddess being

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I’ll be down in the raging waters

I’m gunna let it’s anger wash me clean

I’ll be torn into a million tiny pieces

Ain’t nobody ever gunna  find me

 

I’ll be torn into a million tiny pieces

Won’t be no more January’s for me

 

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9. Hipness (January's Pages)(co-written with Leigh Robertson)

Woke up one morning with my head it was lying in a strange ladies bed

Made my way down to the front yard, looked all around there was hipness on the boulevard

 

Made my way on down to the coffee shop, I was so tired I was about to drop

Old man looked at me said “Sonny boy it can’t be that hard, take a little look at that hipness on the boulevard”

 

Made my way on home, heard a little ringing it was my   telephone

Was a clairvoyant and she read my cards, said all signs point to that hipness on your boulevard

 

Made my way on to bed, strange little dreams I had inside of my strange little head

Met a woman she was beautiful called herself the Lord, said just remember that there’s hipness on the boulevard

 

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