There's a little town in Ouyen Vic.'' Under 1200 people so
I'll tell you bout aspects; of it sort'a quick!
There's Clarys slate bush etching, in three d real fine.!
And a little hairdressers that comes to mind.?
The conveniance store.' And theres some more.!
Like the old English banknotes found under
Its timber hall floor.' Also Kingdon chickens thats out a bit'
Where I worked a time 'come to think of it?' There
Was that pet Emu..Dang! I've forgot its name?
It would steal your food, just take it plain.' Away
From your hand, on the way to your mouth!!
Maybe thats the reason i left the South? I reckon
I'll get back there one of these days..And lay a
A fresh sandwich upon that old birds grave.!
The young lackey cries
For the glorious achievements
That featured his past
His dreamy head flies
Daydreaming of contentment
That he's always last
His present is bleak
With overgrown overcoats
Torn beyond repair
His future is weak
Without the thousand banknotes
That makes life all fair
In convolution's twist the puppets dangle
And by intellectual snobbery
Confound themselves in obscure philosophies
Within this miasma of strings
Bring thier selfrighteousness to weigh
And heavily obey the populace
Puppets mouth the marionette of speach
Chatter with placatory promises
Gather their idiot payment taxes
Weaving the jerking kink of threads
Into the fashion of a brand new security blanket
The wisdom of puppetry hangs in banknotes
A masquerades entertainment for the fools
It is a dictators empire so steadily employed
To a deception of freedom
To act as the puppet would
Without accountability in the annals of performance
Puppets mereley do their job
Bouncing around on mass medias stage
Dancing through the loopholes they have made
Don't blame me they say
Someone else is pulling on the wires
And I've been played
Puppets perform by popular demand
A roll fulfilled by another's command
In convolution's twist they dangle
Confounding all by obscure philosophies
Bring thier selfrighteousness to wiegh
And heavily obey the populace
of course yes...
we did everything to get here!!!
but now there's nothing left!
it seems the gods have abandoned us.
governments are slowly gone,
because they were useless.
families fell apart,
and the cities themselves disappeared.
only we are left,
disfigured by the changes,
traveling through a hostile world,
but optimistic about the apocalypse:
just now we found a watch,
we found banknotes,
we found incredible weapons.
every moment we add more things
and in a few years we will be able
to destroy the world again.
In my jacket pocket
I once found a banknote
Completely forgotten
In my trouser pocket
I once found a banknote
Washed to extinction
I said I didn’t need it
The banknote discretely placed
In my packpocket
Walking down main street
I once found a banknote
Blowing softly in the wind
I remember my first payday
Banknotes and coins in a paper bag
Placed into my jacket pocket
Today I found a face mask
Same colour as a serious banknote
In my jacket pocket
The homeless slept out in the cold
Because all the preachers loved gold
Until they could see
Its better to be
Pocketing large banknotes that fold
Hello people I know
I know the people we are
the kind of people from here
passed out in a shack
with a butt and a beer
or outside in the road.
And the wind cries and drives
one of us to his knees
while the moon lights up
a line of pine trees
that might give some relief
but he's ready to freeze
in a song sent back home, dear,
from the western frontier.
Hello people I know
I know the people we're not
the kind of people from here
who say that things change
and you can go anywhere
and start over again.
And with no money at all
and too old to get hired
when's the ship coming in?
where's the ocean, the pier?
It's all dust everywhere
and banknotes all our years
in a song sent back home, dear,
from the western frontier.
Hello people I know
I know what we hoped
the kind of people from here
with cudgels and cutters
and "peace, man" and "cheers"
who mean well and don't.
And the reason we left
used to be very clear
and that's just how it is
and it's just what we feared
we would see if we caught
ourselves in a mirror
in a song sent back home, dear,
from the western frontier.
Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.
Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.
Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.
No one had foreseen this.
Eventually, she’ll cripple
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.
Fake banknotes,
Bought hotel,
Went to jail.
Cute long legs with strappy lacy shoes
Glamor wears and classy hairdos
Eloquent speech with flawless quotes
Elegant grace and so much banknotes
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All She wants to be is that ordinary girl
Miss perfection with expensive condos
Always found in exclusive talk shows
Every other girl wants her autograph
Signed on her most current photograph
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All she wants to be is that ordinary girl
She sneaks to an Italian bistro
Just to catch a hand of hot dog
Working with so much hardihood
Just to please the neighborhood
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All she wants to be is that ordinary girl
Wishing she could trade all this fame
To be with her girls even if it’s in shame
The world would never discern
How much her heart so burns
So she has to stop living In pearls
Just to become that ordinary girl
AUTUMN : COMPULSIVE GAMBLER
Waste leaves no gain
Only loser-game pain.
Autumn squanderer, late season gambler,
Compulsive, forced spender,
Staking every last gold penny.
Feels he can afford the luxury,
Throws his yellow banknotes to the floor
In dramatic confidence gesture,
Betting that winter won’t come yet.
He will lose the bet.