One Sunday morning While I was out walking By the Brisbane's waters I chanced to stray There I found a prisoner Layed half in the water He'd seen me coming
I ain't often one Who'd be having a crisis in faith Though I would not be the one That you'd come asking anyway I ain't no big believer In the virtues
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed cryin' I'm sitting on the edge of the bed cryin' I sat staring at my toes, how am I meant to know That someone's
Standing on the deck watching my shadow stretch The sun pours my shadow upon the deck The waters licking round my ankles now There ain't no sunshine
Georgie, i can't stop drinking seems like every time i try i can't stop thinking georgie, when i was a boy i would stand there in the shade of a wedding
Work for me Do what I tell you to do Work for me Do what I want you to do I am not an apple I am not a plum You can't know the wealth of my seat You
Her life was a heart breaking mess She dug her smack and cigarettes I dug the whiskey and rohypnol That I stole from her when ever she went cold We weren
You see the miller's daughter She's dancing with the boys The poor thing's lost her garter Somewhere in the noise She got eyes choking in her head Like
Oh Lord I want to thank you For choosing and taking from me Oh Lord I believe I'm down on my knees Yeah I know things are bad Maybe it just has to be
I came form the desert Where for miles you could see Where the weight of the space Blurred your waking and dreaming And if a stranger appeared at a distance
It aint like you saw it coming It aint like you were all there In that space between chance and trying There aint much time to get things straight I've
(Spencer P. Jones) Someone tell me what I did so wrong To make me feel so lousy for so long I keep my muscles caged inside my arm As I ride out of the
I don't mean to leave you feeling defeated Nobody needs to be found out All I wanted for you was to see the evening With it's paper streets I pulled my
I did lose my cradle to the flood And I did lose my tenure to the rain I have met with hard times as have you It's good to know you feel the same way
A meat wagon in the shadow of a tenement block You got the Pigs up in the stairwell Asking questions and taking down names I say 'that boy had a mean
You're gonna need someone on your bond I might be a man of lean means But let me paint this scene'. Your wife's a real heel And that pulse inside your
I said, why d'you people such an ugly place? I said that anyone would think you came from outer space She held her skin to yours, when they brought
(John Lennon) I took my baby out to dinner So we could get a bite to eat And though we both had looked so much thinner She looked so beautiful I could