Photos by Adrian the Rock

 
 
 

INTO HEROIN

I would not say – you were painfully thin
But when you turn full profile – honey, the sun gets in
 I would not say – I don’t love you now
But when I see you on the streets all beat up – I have to ask myself how
You got in – to heroin I mean down – down – down – down – down

 So good to be – back on the streets again
So good to be – back on my feet again
 I’m alright now – have you got a cigarette?
We T.V. kids got our act together
We left a little blood on the tracks back there
 But it’s no big deal tho’ you know, man, is it?
Have you got a cigarette? Have you got a cigarette?

And you remember how we used to score on Friday night
Sit talking nothing but the truth ‘til early light?
Man! Those amphetamines! But what a come down!

But the biggest hit of all was the horse
Hey, how come now man you went and altered course
 Oh, now, but it’s so good to see you man
How long you back in town?
Have you got a cigarette? Have you got a cigarette?

And you remember Johnny, man, that played the oboe
Let me tell you, man, he went and took an overdose
Oh, man, you would not believe some of the shit that goes down
 Have you got a cigarette?
Have you got a cigarette?
 

 

DOWN AT THE WATERHOLE

When a man gets restless – when he’s deep in debt
When he’s going through changes – when his needs ain’t met

Then he goes to the window – and he paces the floor
And he listens to the wind blow – then he goes for the door

 Leave your partner – take a stroll
Choose your character – choose your role
You’re going on down to the world of beautiful losers
Down at the waterhole

And when the lady’s lonely – as ‘the little wife’
Saying “He don’t own me – I’ve my own life”

Then she makes up pretty – and she looks so fine
It’s a Walter Mitty – everybody knows it’s a dreamtime

You’v got to leave your troubles – take control
Choose your character – choose your role
You’re going on down to the world of beautiful losers
Down at the waterhole

And I drink to remember – and I drink to relate
It’s a small misdemeanour – for such a heavy weight

Sometimes I feel like a soldier – but the problem’s this
That I don’t know where the wars are – or who the enemy is

 Choose your weapon – choose your goal
Cross your fingers – cross the road
You’re going on down to the world of beautiful losers
Down at the waterhole
 
 

MARIA BAHRAN

Maria Bahran
Who lives in quiet desparation
In some small corner of this nation
Her sorrow etched upon her face

 My thoughts are with her
She is a tall boat on a tempest
Torn between gypsy girl and empress
She’ll disappear into the waves

 Maria Bahran
The voice of ancient forest kingdoms
 Survives though sage and superstition
 To find an instrument in youth

Far off mandolins
Play gypsy melodies that haunt you
Tapestry rhythms come to taunt you
And yet you still deny the truth

 Maria Bahran
 Who gave the fuel for this creation
The very jewel of conversation
And asked for nothing in return

Except for my time
 That I gave gladly, and a bottle of wine
But fail so badly in these few chosen lines
To express my grave concern
 
 

FUNNY HOW TIME FLIES

We placed the photograph above the mantleshelf
 In the corner of the mirror
So we saw you when we saw ourselves
 And, sometimes, in the reverie of a Sunday afternoon
Sometime between dinner and tea
 We would imagine we could hear you whistle that tune

Funny how time flies – slips away
 Funny how time flies – everyday’s a funny day

 Now, it’s a strange affair
Seems more and more like total warfare
  Dreams dissolve into thin air
There’s disenchantment everywhere
There’s bombers in the basement
Kalashnikovs on the pavement
And I’m scared to watch The World At One
In case we’ve gone and overdone it

 Funny how time flies – slips away
 Funny how time flies – everyday’s a funny day

We placed the prototype in the corner of the loft
 And, though we talk about it often
 We talk about it really soft
And, sometimes, in the dead of night
We go up and wipe away the dirt
 And we stand and watch the strange reflections
Bouncing off that shiny metalwork

 Funny how time flies – slips away
 Funny how time flies – everyday’s a funny day
 
 

6 BILLION OF US

Day in – day out
 Same old desperation – same old doubt
 Just another version of the same old vision
 It’s the same perversion – just a new position
 Same old crises – same old vices
 Same old voices on the answerphone
 Politicians playing the same old games
 It’s just the same old picture in a brand new frame

 6 billion of us – 6 billion of us
Sisters and brothers and we’re all unique
 6 billion of us – 6 billion of us
 And here’s another one of us as I speak
In a tree in Mozambique

We breath in – we breath out
 Another day older and deeper in doubt
We got the same old wars, settling the same old scores
 Meanwhile, women are from Venus and men are from Mars
Same confusions, same delusions
Same decisions – still no conclusions

 Meanwhile, the leaves are falling – it’s a September day
 There’s beauty in a new born babe and beauty in decay
 Beauty in the way the moon trips over the hill
Beauty in the way my love slips over my window sill

6 billion of us...

I’m locked in and locked out
One of these days I might just opt out
Take a slow train to some faraway place
Feel the sun in my eyes and the rain on my face
 Nobody begging for a little bit of me
Nobody dragging me into the machinery
Nobody tagging me, bagging me, nagging me
Nobody trying to make me be part of the scenery

6 billion of us...
 
 

EVERYTHING'S LIQUID

Once upon a time I had it all worked out
Money in my pocket, not a trace of doubt
Moving like a rocket across the firmanent
Everything was locked, rock-solid, permanent

Now everything’s liquid
 And subject to change
Everything’s liquid...

Once upon a time my world was black and white
 Everything defined as either wrong or right
Love was in a locket placed so high upon the shelf
And I became a stranger to myself

Now everything’s liquid
 And people are strange
Everything’s liquid...

Everything’s liquid...

Once upon a time my heart was solid oak
Monuments of gold and walls of solid rock
Once I built an empire from the mountains to the sea
Studied by the fountains of democracy

Now everything’s liquid
And must rearrange
 Everything’s liquid...
 
 

WAITING ROOM

Hello? – Hello?
Is anybody out there
 If anybody’s out there
 Please say, “Hello”

It’s me – it’s me
If anybody knows me
Can anybody tell me
Where this might be?

It feels like – it feels just like a waiting room

I’m lost – I’m lost
This is the road less travelled
These are the dreams, the constant recurring themes
Of a lifetime unravelled

 It’s cold – so cold
   Am I all alone here
Am I on my own with ten thousand things left unresolved?

It feels like – it feels just like a waiting room
It feels like – it feels just like a waiting room

 

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