Wrote this a couple of years ago….

I’m so fuckn tired of telephone ringtones

Files, screens n copier machines

Listenin to people moan n groan

Bout unpaid loans n broken bones

They’re drowning out the saxophones

Should be mixing up a storm

Belting out tunes in my headphones

Instead I gotta guillotine shreddin up my dreams

Keep waitin for God to intervene

But he’s nowhere to be seen

Gonna need a double shot of caffeine

Just to escape being trapped behind bars

On the freeway behind a thousand cars

Fluorescent glare you’re stippin me bare

I’m pulling out my hair

Mr Lectar knife n forkin at my brain

Feel like i’m fallin down sliced by a train

Off track my head hurts

Where’s the Dr where’s the nurse

Hot in here it’s gettin worse

All I got is an empty purse

A voodoo doll stuffed with curse

Love in a locker it’s fuckn torture

Time for dummy spittin n teeth grittin

While all the good stuff’s still unwritten

Flittin around twice bitten

I want my bed I want my home

I want my fuckn Teddy Bear

We’re all players in the field of life

Running with invisible knives

We carve up the goal posts

From coast to coast

Tryna get there first

Sliding n trampling through the dirt

Planting seeds n climbing trees

Fall in a forest without a sound

Yeah we get tired n overwhelmed

Cause they kick us while we’re down

But like a football we’re off the ground

Gonna make it up n rise to the top

So never give in and never give up

Yeah some days are shit…

Never Quit

PC Immi got me itchin for a bitchin

Rx medi better gimme a prescription

Somethin to calm the nerves

Before I start-a-pitchin

About the friggn curve ball

Flung from their jurisdiction

Oh yeah my father

My knight in shining armor

Met my mother in a milk bar

Fell in love n made a family

Brother sister n me

Had a chicken farm in Africa

Until we fled the bloodshed

Rocked up at the Aussie harbor

Back in the 80s empty-handed

Then IBM moved us to Karratha

Aunt n uncle followed soon after

Along with my grandma n grandfather

We all became Aussies True Blue

The Goodies MTV n mixed lollies

Pool parties roller skates n drive-in cinemas

Summer loving cousins

Finished school got degrees

Except for me lol

Our families all expanded

Years n years of memories

Yeah my boy was born True Blue too

You see my father

Built a life here for thirty years

Paid taxes, paid what’s due

Won design awards to name a few

Yeah his contribution

Deserves a standing ovation

But being an ex pat off he flew

Cause you do whatchya gotta do

And go where the crust aint burnt

Italian boots and a British rucksack

He’s now married to lovely Linda

Yeah his British wife

She has a daughter here too

Who’s married True Blue

And they have two boys too

But they’re caught up in a catch 22

So skip now to twenty twenty two

Thanks to friggn COVID

Citizenship denied

Cause you mute the voice with your multi choice

Impossible questions n sterile rejection

Friggn authority n red ink

No matter how you try

It’s always access denied

They didn’t skip the queue

But they’re jumpin through your hoops

While you’re munchin on ur fruit loops

But to you n you n you

Does it even ring a bell?

Ding dong let me remind you

For Christ sake you’re makn a mistake

Even his mum n dads ashes

Are scattered here True Blue

And a heart deserves the right

To be in two places can’t you see

Yeah who decides who stays

And who’s gotta go?

So if they gotta go, I think i’ll go too

Cause that aint True Blue

And it doesn’t feel like home

So go on tear our family apart

Cause if that’s the essence of being True Blue

I’m outta here too

 

Fuk the politicians n government officials

Over-chargin homie-bargin

Corrupt cops they never stop

Flockn n mockn n heart-stoppin

Power hangin from their belts

Mr Frasers shootin tasers n earasin

With guns n bums n freedom never comes

Rain is comin black storm is formin

There gonna be a revolution a new constitution

Petition been signed by evry man & his watch-dog

Street gangs, bikies n suicidal schoolies

Fake chains and erratic names

Rebels yellin to their tellies

Info escapin into a  Japanese whisper

Repeated then deleted, extorted then imported

Rounded up like sheep without their bleep

Yeah catch us if you can

You’ll find us on the scrap heap

Beneath em cruel governmental rules

 

 

New song – in progress…  needs loads of work.  Just an idea so far

 

Lord of attraction are we in the wrong faction

Trapped in rat skin talkin ventriloquin

Kicked in the shin are we over-reactin

Strapped to the crossbow have we aimed too high

Flashin them rations n shakin the tin

Pickin the mix n scrappin the bin

Where have we gone are we lost in transmission

Losin our days while watchin them graze

Metal on metal soundin the steel

Pullin too hard n killin the deal

Whacked on the back by a pack of black jacks

Stealin our tools for mixin the gruel

Dogin the rules n actin the fool

Bendin the facts to get more tax

Shot like a rocket outta the pocket

Counter productor banking sub-tractor

Acid rain stainin the chain no pain no gain

Miss calculated… Infuriated… Figurines grated

(Oh) Are We Liquidated

New words. A song forming. 😕

Trapped, stifled, sandwiched in

Fermented fruit bruised by the heat

Rainbow trifle too sweet to eat

Diamond pinata too hard to beat

 

New song lyrics forming. I’ll write this out in next day or so. .

Hairy dog barkin into Saturday

Turn it up that two pack

Liftin cans might get lucky

You might getta six pack

Couch surfin time for turfin

Gotta get it back to two way

Win it back remote controller

Click it back to Friday

Moving into Saturday

Roasted Sunday

Double scooped sundae

Click it back to Friday

Mighty might no substitute

Gotta have it multigrained

Buttered up with Vegemite

Jingle Bells n wishin wells

Self worth diminishin

Cheap threads racked in

With price tags I can’t win

I guess I’d rather have nothin

When nothin seems to fit on

And I never seem to fit in

Can’t stand to be branded

So I’m leavin empty handed

Perfect little mannequin

Your givin me pain in my temples

Perfect little manequin

Sun kissed, shimmer glossed

Hot pink n gold draped

Speakers vibratin

To uptown girls with their

?

Fakin it to R Kelly

Don’t wanna sound envious

But I gotta write it down

Just to survive to boost me up the escalator

Revved up so see ya later

Drake

Speculatin ?

Wedding cake ??

Now I’m hiding in the bookstore

Flickin through why I failed

Maybe there’s a hardback

All about Love

 

 

 

 

Dance track.  Only one sentence of lyric.  Something to work on I guess…

 

Lyrics

 

I wanna give, wanna give, wanna give

I wanna give you head in my bed