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Kangaroo Karaoke
- Thread starter Dyer'ere
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Michael said:
you blokes have to join the punters club version 2.0. Its like karaoke with an SP bookie drinking moonshine in the corner. makes me want to ..... sing
edit. FWIW wouldnt put $0.10 of gina rineharts money in a pokie.
Michael said:
If golly's here, we must be at the Rails. The single mums dance here.Michael said:
If you look over to the table next to the fire bin you'll see a tramp with a shabby beard and straggly hair. He finishes a plate of trout linguine washed down with a couple of Coopers and takes to the stage.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Beers on the tramp tonight.
Hey golly, I checked the gig guide and The Hombres are playing the Rails next Friday night. The Tramp sheds his coat to reveal a Hawaiian shirt. He tokes a joint from the roadie and swigs a beer. Grins, winks at a pretty girl and you'd swear he's Matthew McConaughey. Especially when he opens his mouth.
"A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve"
No parkin' by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razor's broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I don't care, let it all hang out
Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what it's all about,
It's too much, man, let it all hang out
Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.'s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out
Sleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb, can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out
It's rainin' inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
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"A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve"
No parkin' by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razor's broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I don't care, let it all hang out
Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what it's all about,
It's too much, man, let it all hang out
Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.'s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out
Sleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb, can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out
It's rainin' inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
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great singing spook. you have more stamina than me. I'd been in bed 3 hours while you were ripping the town to shreds.
great singing spook. you have more stamina than me. I'd been in bed 3 hours while you were ripping the town to shreds.
I'm at the Puntroadend front bar. Absolutely rapt after beating Carlton, who I hate more than Andrew Bolt, Gina Rinehart, Rupet Murdoch and that Frankston MP put together, well maybe not now I think about it. I'm drinking shots with beer chasers and dancing to crap songs on the jukebox. But I keep hearing this unpleasant dischordinant whinging from Tiger supporters, who should be having a good time. My name comes up on the karaoke list and I grab the mike:
I start singing at the appropriate time: (apologies to The Blue Oyster Cult)
Puntroadend we're drinkin', baby
Tiger force at work
Yella and black
It's their color scheme
Get their man
In the end
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Ah yeah my honies know it's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Ah yeah baby knows it's all right
You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em
You'd kill, you'd maim....Look out
C'mon my Dusty
Chateau Jack Dyer baby
We celebrate tonight
I got 2 drinks in each hand, baby
And a fine time thanks to Dusty
whose shout now?
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Ah yeah baby knows it's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Yeah baby yeah it's all right
You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em now
You'd kill, you'd maim
Dimma and the boys got us home tonight
Make a dash for the front bar baby
Won't sleep for some time yet
Good moods don't come nothin' like this
By the light
Of yellow and black tiger nights!
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Yeah baby knows it's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Yeah knows it's all right
You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em now
You'd kill, you'd maim....Maim 'em too
Ah, break it up
I raise my arms in the air, scream, grab my drinks off the bin and return to the bar. Some of the naysayers are smiling, some aren't. I am.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIawk-9PApw
I start singing at the appropriate time: (apologies to The Blue Oyster Cult)
Puntroadend we're drinkin', baby
Tiger force at work
Yella and black
It's their color scheme
Get their man
In the end
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Ah yeah my honies know it's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Ah yeah baby knows it's all right
You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em
You'd kill, you'd maim....Look out
C'mon my Dusty
Chateau Jack Dyer baby
We celebrate tonight
I got 2 drinks in each hand, baby
And a fine time thanks to Dusty
whose shout now?
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Ah yeah baby knows it's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Yeah baby yeah it's all right
You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em now
You'd kill, you'd maim
Dimma and the boys got us home tonight
Make a dash for the front bar baby
Won't sleep for some time yet
Good moods don't come nothin' like this
By the light
Of yellow and black tiger nights!
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Yeah baby knows it's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............It's all right
It's all right............Yeah knows it's all right
You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em now
You'd kill, you'd maim....Maim 'em too
Ah, break it up
I raise my arms in the air, scream, grab my drinks off the bin and return to the bar. Some of the naysayers are smiling, some aren't. I am.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIawk-9PApw
Who is up and about on the KK thread? You never know who. It's about surprises. I think that's due to an atmosphere of freedom.
The standards are self imposed, not from without. The posts are brilliant.
Which brings me to a point about Bachar Houli on another thread - something about steady improvement. I read this thread from go to whoa only a week or so ago. It evloved, notwithstanding a few bumps from Oldster, in the main. Did the coach license Bachar to just do what he could, to give what he had?
So what if somebody aims for more than that? Is there something new, that nobody has ever heard of?
Gillian Welch wrote a song better than anybody else could have and some time before I realised it needed to be written -
"One Little Song"
There's gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything
One little song that ain't been sung
One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet
Just gotta a little left
One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again
One little bird that makes it home now and then
One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie
One little week in paradise and I start thinkin'
There's gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything
One little note that ain't been used
One little word, ain't been abused a thousand times
In a thousand rhymes
One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again
One little bird that makes it every now and then
One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie
One little week in paradise and I start thinkin'
Gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything
One little song that ain't been sung
One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet
Till there's nothing left, yeah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbnZMbes0vE
The standards are self imposed, not from without. The posts are brilliant.
Which brings me to a point about Bachar Houli on another thread - something about steady improvement. I read this thread from go to whoa only a week or so ago. It evloved, notwithstanding a few bumps from Oldster, in the main. Did the coach license Bachar to just do what he could, to give what he had?
So what if somebody aims for more than that? Is there something new, that nobody has ever heard of?
Gillian Welch wrote a song better than anybody else could have and some time before I realised it needed to be written -
"One Little Song"
There's gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything
One little song that ain't been sung
One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet
Just gotta a little left
One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again
One little bird that makes it home now and then
One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie
One little week in paradise and I start thinkin'
There's gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything
One little note that ain't been used
One little word, ain't been abused a thousand times
In a thousand rhymes
One little drop of fallin' rain, one little chance to try again
One little bird that makes it every now and then
One little piece of endless sky, one little taste of cherry pie
One little week in paradise and I start thinkin'
Gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything
One little song that ain't been sung
One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet
Till there's nothing left, yeah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbnZMbes0vE
There's a girl sitting alone in shadows. Faded, raggy jeans, tye-dyed t-shirt under a faded flannelette shirt and a faraway, mournful look in her eyes. She puts down the Ouzo and Coke she's been nursing, picks up her battered guitar and slowly heads for the stage. The noise in the room almost drowns out the beautiful strumming of her guitar. Gradually the drunks shout out "Quiet please!", "How about a bit of shoosh?" "Give the girl a chance". One by one the seasoned drinkers demand and get silence. You could hear a pin drop. Her soulful voice catches their attention. Head low, eyes focused on her guitar, or maybe it's her feet, she shyly tells her story. A story she's told in other karaoke bars in other times and places on lonely nights when she didn't have a friend.
"AT SEVENTEEN"
By Janis Ian
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth...
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say "come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen...
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly...
So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen...
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me...
We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...
"AT SEVENTEEN"
By Janis Ian
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth...
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say "come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen...
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly...
So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen...
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me...
We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...
"Time folks" the barman calls "Bar is shut" "Be sure to come back nest Saaturday night". A man who had just walked in and caught the last bit of the girls song downed his beer, grabbed her hand and led her back to the stage. Everyone needs to be happy and enjoy life. The girl lifted her eyes and smiled. She sang along with her new friend. They left the bar holding hands
It's A Good Night For Singing
It's a good night for singing,
I got too drunk and my ears are still ringing
It's so good to be here, it's a brand new day
We been singing weary midnight tunes,
We started at noon, it's a slip of the moon
And we still got time, it's a brand new day
I wonder where are all the pleasant souls tonight
Indecision made them stay home and wait for daylight
Spherical witness, help me in my flight
Singing hours into the night, over and over 'til we saw the light
The nightime seesaw, the love light we saw
Love at the right time, love at the right time
It's a good night for singing,
I got too drunk and my ears are still ringing
It's so good to see you, it's a brand new day
It took us lifetimes to get this far, back to reality
Wonder where we are tonight, it's a brand new day
It's A Good Night For Singing
It's a good night for singing,
I got too drunk and my ears are still ringing
It's so good to be here, it's a brand new day
We been singing weary midnight tunes,
We started at noon, it's a slip of the moon
And we still got time, it's a brand new day
I wonder where are all the pleasant souls tonight
Indecision made them stay home and wait for daylight
Spherical witness, help me in my flight
Singing hours into the night, over and over 'til we saw the light
The nightime seesaw, the love light we saw
Love at the right time, love at the right time
It's a good night for singing,
I got too drunk and my ears are still ringing
It's so good to see you, it's a brand new day
It took us lifetimes to get this far, back to reality
Wonder where we are tonight, it's a brand new day
Im in the clubhouse. Its grim out there. I ask tigersnake, my most trusted friend and brother to have a quiet word to Oldie, our sergeant at arms. We dont have any firearms as such, were kind of peaceful warriors, but we dont take any *smile*. Part of our defence system is a collection of DVD's of great moments in footy. It 95% tiger stuff, but theres a few clips from other clubs, just to remind us that footy is a beautiful amalgamation of poetry, art, science, life and death. "Tell him to get the 1980 grandfinal out". Snake looks at me, worried; he worries about me too much. "its OK, just in case"
"you should relax golly, and not drink so much. Fire up the karaoke machine" over his shoulder. Then whispers past his hand into Oldies ear. Oldy doesnt flinch. hes been in this game long enough. Thats why hes the Sarg. Snake goes over to the Karaoke Machine, flicks it on and brings me the mike.
I smile as I look around the room. It looks like an besser brick op shop. Theres the 1960's cane bar. A pool table with torn felt. 3 posters on the wall. Liam McBean, Charles Darwin and The Weg premiership poster from 1974. And the most eclectic collection of virtual motorbikes I have ever seen.
Its an odd assortment of ladies and gentlemen also. A neat deposition of the optimistic, the obsessed, the artistic and the downright strange. I love them all, but I love the strange the best.
I wander past my 1927 Indian Chief and buff off a fingerprint on the tank awkwardly with my apple-green boardies. The music begins. I try to conjur sam cook and I sing.
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes, I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes, I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
(Still around)
I offer an apology to The Platters, cause I always thought the Big O wrote that song. Snake smiles. Oldie puts on a DVD, but its not the 1980 grand final. Hes put together a highlights package of Ben Griffiths from the last 3 weeks. Thats why hes the sarg. Noone can reach us in here.
"you should relax golly, and not drink so much. Fire up the karaoke machine" over his shoulder. Then whispers past his hand into Oldies ear. Oldy doesnt flinch. hes been in this game long enough. Thats why hes the Sarg. Snake goes over to the Karaoke Machine, flicks it on and brings me the mike.
I smile as I look around the room. It looks like an besser brick op shop. Theres the 1960's cane bar. A pool table with torn felt. 3 posters on the wall. Liam McBean, Charles Darwin and The Weg premiership poster from 1974. And the most eclectic collection of virtual motorbikes I have ever seen.
Its an odd assortment of ladies and gentlemen also. A neat deposition of the optimistic, the obsessed, the artistic and the downright strange. I love them all, but I love the strange the best.
I wander past my 1927 Indian Chief and buff off a fingerprint on the tank awkwardly with my apple-green boardies. The music begins. I try to conjur sam cook and I sing.
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes, I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes, I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
(Still around)
I offer an apology to The Platters, cause I always thought the Big O wrote that song. Snake smiles. Oldie puts on a DVD, but its not the 1980 grand final. Hes put together a highlights package of Ben Griffiths from the last 3 weeks. Thats why hes the sarg. Noone can reach us in here.
I wandered into a little faux-mexican cantina on Sunday night. Feeling pretty low. I noticed Shaun Hampson sharing a soft-shelled taco with Megan Gale in a dim corner. Megan looked upset. I was still in my tiger jumper and I had my apple-green boardies under my trackie daks, so I took off my daks and folded them on a stool. I asked the karaoke DJ if he had anything really blue. pure minor chords. He said "Ive got some Bonnie Tyler". "Jesus" I said. I plucked up the courage to approach Megan and ask if she had any hair spray. She was soooooo nice. It was obvious she was feeling my pain. She wasnt wearing any make-up and looked beautiful. I overheard her say "youre just going to have to take a couple of grabs honey". Anyway, she helped me comb out the front of my afro, and sprayed it into a sort of a puffy fringe.
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A partial eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A partial eclipse of the heart
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround, every now and then I know you'll never be the boy you always wanted to be
Turnaround, every now then I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am
Turnaround, every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as magical and wondrous as you
Turnaround, every now and then I know there's nothing any better
And there's nothing that I just wouldn't do
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
Nothing I can do
A partial eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A partial eclipse of the heart
Megan was smiling and the candle light caught a tear in her eye. Shaun looked a bit puzzled. And he had some shredded red cabbage on his chin.
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A partial eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A partial eclipse of the heart
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround, every now and then I know you'll never be the boy you always wanted to be
Turnaround, every now then I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am
Turnaround, every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as magical and wondrous as you
Turnaround, every now and then I know there's nothing any better
And there's nothing that I just wouldn't do
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
Nothing I can do
A partial eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A partial eclipse of the heart
Megan was smiling and the candle light caught a tear in her eye. Shaun looked a bit puzzled. And he had some shredded red cabbage on his chin.
Dimma is the bright eyes who should 'turn around' the game plan and running down the corridor with swinging chandeliers and slamming doors.
Anything to re-make the haunting video and give the players a lesson.
Anything to re-make the haunting video and give the players a lesson.
I've spent the past few hours hooked up to the ECT machine, mainlining double Bloody Marys (no tomato juice). I'm a little bleary-eyed and despite the ECT, the droning of the doomsayers still reverberates around my skull. Seriously, how many times can you sing the same song? Especially when it's a bitter Alanis Morrisette ditty.
I step over the unconscious zips, muttering 'dud, delist' in his sleep and take the mic.
All I see is washed away
I am the voice left from drinking
I celebrate my love for you
Into the calm, saying I believe
That all the bitterness will last for hours
Maybe I would blind the girl
Who is drowning in the silence
She turns the grey into a cold stare
Into a storm I have to be
Wake up to anger and mixed emotions
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
All I see is washed away
Ooh, I am the voice left from drinking
I celebrate, my love for you
Into the calm, saying I believe
That all the bitterness will last for hours
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
Whoa oh, to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
I need to sleep. As I stumble off the stage I trip over several more darksiders, sleeping all jumbled up like a pack of dogs. A few of them yelp as my steel caps make contact with their ribs, possibly more than once.
We needa flea bomb this joint, it's gone to the dogs.
I step over the unconscious zips, muttering 'dud, delist' in his sleep and take the mic.
All I see is washed away
I am the voice left from drinking
I celebrate my love for you
Into the calm, saying I believe
That all the bitterness will last for hours
Maybe I would blind the girl
Who is drowning in the silence
She turns the grey into a cold stare
Into a storm I have to be
Wake up to anger and mixed emotions
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
All I see is washed away
Ooh, I am the voice left from drinking
I celebrate, my love for you
Into the calm, saying I believe
That all the bitterness will last for hours
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
Whoa oh, to see Barbados
In the sun I will come to see Barbados
I need to sleep. As I stumble off the stage I trip over several more darksiders, sleeping all jumbled up like a pack of dogs. A few of them yelp as my steel caps make contact with their ribs, possibly more than once.
We needa flea bomb this joint, it's gone to the dogs.
I'm at the Sacred Heart Mission, wearing my brand new red delicious boardies. I wouldnt wear 'em in the bull paddock. Theyre bright.
anyway, theres a whole lot of people who are really down on their luck. one lady has tears tattooed on her cheeks. another bloke doesnt seem to have a volume control or understand personal space. another lady stinks.
But its karaoke night, so everyone is in pretty good spirits. Plus Tommy Hafey has dropped in.
I ask Tommy if he wants to do a duet. "My bloody oath" he says "but I only know the words to one song"
so we sing it
Oh we're from Tigerland
A fighting fury we're from Tigerland
In any weather you will see us with a grin
Risking head and shin
If we're behind
we'll never mind
we'll fight and fight and win
oh where from tigerland
we never weaken til the final siren goes
like the tigers of old
we're strong and we're bold
oh we're from tiger
-YELLOW AND BLACK-
oh we're from tigerland
And then tommy is gone. and the whole room is crying.
anyway, theres a whole lot of people who are really down on their luck. one lady has tears tattooed on her cheeks. another bloke doesnt seem to have a volume control or understand personal space. another lady stinks.
But its karaoke night, so everyone is in pretty good spirits. Plus Tommy Hafey has dropped in.
I ask Tommy if he wants to do a duet. "My bloody oath" he says "but I only know the words to one song"
so we sing it
Oh we're from Tigerland
A fighting fury we're from Tigerland
In any weather you will see us with a grin
Risking head and shin
If we're behind
we'll never mind
we'll fight and fight and win
oh where from tigerland
we never weaken til the final siren goes
like the tigers of old
we're strong and we're bold
oh we're from tiger
-YELLOW AND BLACK-
oh we're from tigerland
And then tommy is gone. and the whole room is crying.
drunk. smelly. mean. and sad.
nude. hairy. fat. and mad.
Come home tired, what a day I've had
News ain't good from Stalingrad
I've been busy protecting the German race
So come on baby, defecate on my face
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Get to the bunker, looks like a stye
Turn on the TV, it's all one big lie
Here, Eva, have these prunes to chew
We have ways of making you poo.
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
Yesterday yesterday yesterday........
Here come the Russians, it's near the end
Proud to say that my girl never used an S-bend.
What's that, Eva? Your bowel is on strike?
Then it's all over for my Third Reich.
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
punch. cry. groan. and spew
sleep. forget. *smile*. renew
nude. hairy. fat. and mad.
Come home tired, what a day I've had
News ain't good from Stalingrad
I've been busy protecting the German race
So come on baby, defecate on my face
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Get to the bunker, looks like a stye
Turn on the TV, it's all one big lie
Here, Eva, have these prunes to chew
We have ways of making you poo.
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
Yesterday yesterday yesterday........
Here come the Russians, it's near the end
Proud to say that my girl never used an S-bend.
What's that, Eva? Your bowel is on strike?
Then it's all over for my Third Reich.
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
Defecate on my face, defecate on my face
punch. cry. groan. and spew
sleep. forget. *smile*. renew
Watched the game at the Rocklea Hotel in industrial south of of Brisbane. There are 2 TVs on the 2 walls of the L-shaped bar. A lot of people are watching the rugby league on the other TV, I'm on my Pat Malone watching Melb-Richmond. I get a few looks of sympathy from a couple of the NRL blokes who have half an eye on the footy, can see how I feel, and probably know a bit about our sorry history. Most don't though thankfully, this is as deep as rugby league territory gets. The siren goes. I stare into space, not caring if anyone sees. I order a beer, and wander over to the crappy karaoke machine on the far side of the mostly empty cavernous room. I grab the mike, dial in and go:
"Crying Time", Buck Owens
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin' Oooh
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time
Now they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder (fonder)
And that tears are only rain to make love grow
Well my love for you could never grow no stronger (stronger)
If I lived to be a hundred years old
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin'. Yeah now
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time
Now you say you've found someone that you love better (better)
That's the way it's happened every time before
And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow ('morrow)
Cryin' time will start when you walk out the door
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin'. Alright now
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time
(That it won't be long before it's cryin' time)
A few blokes have been watching me as they lean on the bar, far enough away there is no awkwardness. They smile sad, sympathetic smiles. I wander out with my head bowed. The song made me feel a bit better.
"Crying Time", Buck Owens
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin' Oooh
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time
Now they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder (fonder)
And that tears are only rain to make love grow
Well my love for you could never grow no stronger (stronger)
If I lived to be a hundred years old
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin'. Yeah now
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time
Now you say you've found someone that you love better (better)
That's the way it's happened every time before
And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow ('morrow)
Cryin' time will start when you walk out the door
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin'. Alright now
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time
(That it won't be long before it's cryin' time)
A few blokes have been watching me as they lean on the bar, far enough away there is no awkwardness. They smile sad, sympathetic smiles. I wander out with my head bowed. The song made me feel a bit better.
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