Say The Word lyrics

Say The Word lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
On a day not quite like any other
In a land both warm and sweet,
You were born such a proud, proud daughter
A smirk on your face, the world at your feet.
Now you move in awkward circles,
Now your smile is looking drawn,
You talk with such vague authority,
You are looking so forlorn.
I refuse to believe
All the things that I have heard,
And if you want anything
Just say the word.
From the town into the city,
Full of awe and hope you come.
Thought you'd found the welcome stranger,
Listen, I'll give you the drum.
He is doomed, his shares are down,
His name is shit all over town.
You know he don't care how you feel,
But it's up to you girl, make it real.
I refuse to believe
All the things that I have heard,
And if you want anything
Just say the word.
Just say the word, just say the word,
Just say the word, just say the word,
Just say the words...
I can but do what I am asked,
I will but do what I'm allowed.
You'd take the job, but you're not sure
I'm so precious, you're so proud.
It's your life, it's your time,
I'm glad that you won't wait in line.
The harder fought, the better won,
It's worthwhile, but it's not much fun.
I refuse to believe
All the things that I have heard,
And if you want anything
And if you want anything
And if you want anything
Just say the word
Just say the word
Just say the word
Say the word, say the word
Just say the word.

Roaring Days lyrics

Roaring Days lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
Trams pass me out on St. Kilda Road,
Drizzle wet and slow, like thinking,
Oh oh, take me down into Young and Jacksons
We'll do a bit of serious drinking.
Lean on bar, hands in the pockets,
Drain those glasses down like rockets.
Call this history? But what could we ever really know,
Of you?
In your Roaring Days,
In your Roaring Days,
In your Roaring Days,
What could we ever really know?
In your hard day the world was oh, so very wide
Poets were people still..
And though I'm young, I am so, oh so very tired
Couldn't count the tears I have cried
I think of London, I think of Mudgee,
Think I'll stay and fight.
So it's set them up,
And we will dream tonight, Henry.
Of your Roaring Days,
Of your Roaring Days,
Of your Roaring Days,
What could we ever really know?
Of your Roaring Days,
Of your Roaring Days,
Of your Roaring Days,
What could we ever really know?
In these Roaring Days,
In these Roaring Days,
In our Roaring Days,
What could we ever really know?
What did you ever have to show?

Morton (song For Tex) lyrics

Morton (song For Tex) lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
He stopped to change a tyre out near Warnambool,
His Chevy it was all over the road.
He pulled into town sometime in the early afternoon,
More than a normal travelling salesman, the guitar his only load.
And we were all there waitin', in the Colac hall,
Our little legs a-swinging 'neath the chairs,
But I just sucked a butter menthol and never once looked at the girls,
Would the 'Cat Come Back' like last time? I fell into despair.
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's back in town.
And I still hear the way he played his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he sang those songs.
And I still hear his voice so crisp and clear above the crowd,
Do I remember? Am I joking?
Somehow it all just seems so strong.
And could he crack a whip?
You bet he could (don't you make me laugh!)
And could he tell a joke? He would make you cry.
And could he hypnotise and do a dance and spin a yarn?
You name it, he could do it with the winkin' of an eye!
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's back in town.
Ain't it funny how time passes, how the years just slip away.
And the memories we have they play their games.
And now it's me who's strumming guitars,
Now it's me who's travelling round,
But somehow I get the feeling that it isn't quite the same...
For it was never quite this easy,
It was never quite this hard.
But it never made much sense to theorise,
When the show closed down you'd pack your things,
You'd soon be on your way.
First you see him, now you don't,
He'd be gone before your very eyes.
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's back in town.
From the you. S. A. To Canada,
He played the roving clown,
Morton's back in town.
From Dunedin to Germany and on to Darling Downs.
Hey, Morton,
The Great Morton, Tex Morton!
Morton's back in town.

Missing In Action lyrics

Missing In Action lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
And after all this time why must you be
Missing in action, missing in action?
And after all these years why must you be
Missing in action, missing in action?
Replacements were sent, the battle went on,
There were people, did not even notice you'd gone
Oh, but I did, oh, but I did.
And after all this time why must you be
Missing in action, missing in action?
And after all these years why must you be
Missing in action, missing in action?
I know there were times, the sun never shone
And I know there were times I thought we had won
Oh well I did, I'll tell you I did.
Missing in action, missing in action
Missing in action, missing in action
Were there too many times, I had my way?
Were there too many times, you had your say?
You said we'd be together when the siren sounds
But I look for you, you're nowhere to be found
And nobody's seen you in ages...
And after all this time why must you be
Missing in action, missing in action?
And after all these years why must you be
Missing in action, missing in action?

Industrial Town lyrics

Industrial Town lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

Down in the valley, the valley so low,
Lay the town over and hear the winds blow,
Lay the town over and dig it all in,
For what we once had will not come again.
The people are crying, the people are down,
They look at the crevice where once lived a town,
And it's not for the money, they cry not for the blame
They just cry for a ghost town, such a great shame.
Take six politicians and dig me a grave
Take six intellectuals, my soul try to save
And six union workers, a red flag to wave
And one stupid singer to rant and to rave...
Now Old King Coal was a merry old soul
Such a merry old soul was he,
Cause he fed my dad, he fed my mum,
He fed us children three.
And I remember Old Coach Road,
And the pine trees by it's side
And I remember the playground there,
And every swing and slide.
It's goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, tear you down,
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town.
In the morning when the sun came up
On commission housing, there,
We could feel the ash from the mine sometimes
Come floating through the air.
But times were good and we didn't mind
About the chimneys and their mess.
Oh no, three meals a day, a sleep at night,
We couldn't have cared less.
It's goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, tear you down,
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town.
Time moved on, we moved away
How a young child soon forgets,
Twelve years later I returned,
And I see with regret
Empty houses, empty streets,
Not a single soul to meet,
Sold right out, damned on whim,
Sing this chorus, sing this hymn.
Goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, tear you down,
Goodbye to you - Industrial Town.
Industrial Town, Industrial Town, Industrial Town.

If You Were A Cloud lyrics

If You Were A Cloud lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

If you were a cloud - wpa (Kingtide)

If you were a cloud you would rain on me

If you were a boat I'd be all at sea

Of all the things we're not

I couldn't tell you want

Exactly what it means to me

If you were a tree you would bare strange fruits

If you were the queen of hearts I would follow suit

Whatever cards I hold

I'd just as soon as fold

And never ever see your hand

If you were a chair you'd have one leg short

If you were a brain I'd be lost in thought

If you were a trial I'd lose it by a mile

To know that I could try again

If you were a cloud you would rain on me

If you were a boat I'd be all at sea

Of all the things we're not

I couldn't tell you want

Exactly what it means to me

Gun lyrics

Gun lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Steel)
A bunch of withered roses lie, a faded silhouette
Caught you jumpin' in the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
They're tying up your body with some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too early with your run, son.
Too early with your run.
A bunch of worn-out ockers, the local magistrate,
Go down to kicking at the altar when the evening's getting late,
And the scene is much too busy, the prizes are so obviously fakes,
Too early with your run, son,
Too early with your run.
And what you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that gun?
You don't believe in killing, someone's trying to kill you,
You don't actually want answers, just the odd clue,
And the timing moves to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you,
Too early with your run, son,
Too early with your run.
Next time you'll take anything, you wonder if you think too much,
Hoping just for anything to readjust your senses,
No-one believes in that these days, no-one's really taking chances,
Too early with your run, son,
Too early with your run.
And what you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that gun?
Yeahhh... What you doing, what you doing,
What you doing, what you doing, hey,
With that gun?
Bunch of withered roses lie, Tathra by the sea,
A four am hotel carpark, a vicious memory,
They're wrapping up your body, it's an ambulance charade,
They're telling you,
Too early with your run, son,
Too early with your run.
And what you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that gun?

Under The Clocks lyrics

Under The Clocks lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Malvern Star,
Through the spastic Northcote streets at dawn
See the way her hair's tied back,
Her cheeks so red, a grey coat ragged and worn.
Picture this, a paper boy,
He stands outside a Collingwood hotel
On his back black and white,
He hums a tune I've learnt to hate so well.
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
Well I'll tell you what, it's such a lark,
We'll take a walk down Fawkner Park
And check the health fanatics,
See them, they go jogging there.
Could buy some chips, a piece of flake,
Drive down and eat them by the lake,
I know a shop in Chapel Street
Where nothing could compare.
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
We could find a pub where it is warm,
Study up our racing form,
Hit the tab, we'll blow our money there, tell me this -
Is there anywhere you'd rather be
Than with me at the mcg,
And if the Saints get done again,
By Christ, I couldn't care.
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
In the Winter time, in the Winter time
In the Winter time, brrr!

For A Short Time lyrics

For A Short Time lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so
Than some people get across, in a life of lying low.
And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barley kissed,
But you don't see it at the time, and the moment that you've missed.
For a short time, she was standing there,
And you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.
There's a photo of your gang, on the night she hung about,
And you're looking like a wag, you've got your fat tongue poking out.
But she's no-where to be seen, you won't spot her anywhere.
It was her who took the picture, you were looking straight at her.
For a short time, she was standing there,
And you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.
Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
Or a bit less than a weekend. Is it shorter than a year?
Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
With a friend you make in transit,
To a daughter held so dear.

Brunswick lyrics

Brunswick lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
In the summer all the old men, they sit on their front porches,
While the women comb their hair, shell their peas
And wonder what they've missed.
And the forlorn children scan the streets
For wayward dogs, with fading torches.
It's no amazing sight, it's something that I miss.
I still hear the trucks
As they crunch their gears going through the lanes,
And curse all folk who get stuck in their way
And the roaring forklift starting up
At 7am of a weekday morning
How I cursed them then, now I see things another way.
And if I see things through a hallowed gaze,
Well is it such a crime?
When I ain't been to Brunswick for a long long time.
There was a kind word you could get
>From the man who ran the milk bar,
And a rough one from the old bloke
Who lived across the road, and though
The footpaths stank with the refuse
Of overfed Alsatians,
The air was rife with Tip Top Bread,
The baker's morning load.
And if I see things through a hallowed gaze,
Well is it such a crime?
When I ain't been to Brunswick for a long long time.
And there's a cottage I think of,
Sometimes when I've been drinking,
And in the bottom of my glass,
I see a life I've missed,
Of summer walks and well trained dogs
And plenty of time for thinking.
So just don't bother asking why the hell I'm always pissed.
But if I see things through a hallowed gaze,
Well is it such a crime?
When I ain't been to Brunswick,
No I ain't been to Brunswick,
I ain't been nowhere near it for a long long time.

Sisters Of Mercy lyrics

Sisters Of Mercy lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne streets in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through their tents
At the fires in petrol drums, they seemed to say
Have we come to this, is it all we can do,
To sit here and wait, to see the thing through?
But to dig in their heels was a thing they'd been taught,
So they painted a sign and it said, "Blow your horn if you support".
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
It's a telephone vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in from their luxury homes,
It was easy to do, far too easily done,
Well the thumbs they went down, it was three against one.
And none of us now can know how that felt,
But they strengthened their stance and they tightened their belts,
And the papers they all said "no beer for Christmas",
It seemed such a shame
While the nurses sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
Well the girl on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments bitter and bold,
But I could not help wonder what she got for Christmas,
And was there a story we hadn't been told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the whole thing was fine,
But they never drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the pickets they cared not for beer,
Just for health, just for welfare,
Just for their hard fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
You will have your day, someday...

A Tale They Won't Believe lyrics

A Tale They Won't Believe lyrics song presented by Weddings Parties Anything :

We left Macquarie Harbour it was in the pouring rain
none of us quite sure if we would see England again
some fool muttered death or liberty
there was six of us together a jolly hungry crew
and as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grew
some fool muttered death or liberty

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark
we were only trying to keep ourselves alive
but when the sun came up next morning well the six had turned to five

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

All five of us were nervous and I'll tell you that's a fact
bu you should have seen the bastard who was carrying the axe
He was a sick man he had murder in his heart

And then we reached the Franklin River, and it took two days to cross
we were wet and almost starvin' and for food were at a loss
we were hungry men with murder on our minds.

So that night we made a fire out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were rumbling all through the night so dark,
And they were making noises the dead could not ignore
and when the sun came up next morning,
the five had turned to four!

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Well the four of us kept marching to a place called Western Teirs
A country full of tasty game but for us it held no cheer
we had no guns we were traveling without hope.
But the axe it loomed so ominous and God's hand was at play
a sick man is a type of game which can not run away
so stay easy, my poor man, your time's at hand.

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark
I can't say I feel guilty, after all it wasn't me
but when the sun came up next morning the four had turned to three

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Well the three of us kept moving but one was fading fast
he had been bitten by a snake and you could see he would not last
stay easy my good man your time is at hand
and when he could last no longer his days were fading fast
we were far to weak to carry him subsistency comes first
stay easy my good man your time is at hand

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark
It was a messy job but it was one we had to do
but when the sun came up next morning the three had turned to two

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Now he had been looking at me funny, sort of eyeing me for days,
And you would not need to be too bright to know that bastard's ways:
He was a sick man, he had murder in his heart.
But even bastards have to rest, and even bastards have to sleep,
And when he was in the land of Nod straight over I did creep,
and the axe that he had wielded now was mine.

So that night, I made the fire, out of twigs and out of bark,
and my stomach it kept rumbling all through the night so dark.
I can't say that I enjoyed it, and it wasn't exactly fun,
but when the sun came up next morning, the two had turned to one!

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Well now history is a pack of lies, as any fool can tell,
So when I got down to Hobart town I told my story well,
But do you think they would believe one word I said?
For they thought that I was covering for my mates still at large,
Said they'd be roaming in the bush so wild and free,
And back to old Macquarie Harbour they sent me

But I remember the fires made out of twigs and made of bark
and my stomach it was grumbling all through the night so dark
And this young fool he just said to me it's liberty or death
and he looked a rather tasty one, I just could not help it singing

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe
When I get down to Hobart town

A tale they won't believe

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Based on Australia's colonial past
a macabre account of escaped men making
their way across Tasmania, resorting to
cannibalism to survive the long trek in the bush.
From a passage in Robert Hughes' The Fatal Shore