Addenda One

Uncle Dennis Sets The Scene

[added Aug. 8, 2013]

[Uncle Dennis]
...New South Wales. Les and Joyce and Steven and Barbara are here.
And this track one opens with Steven John Kilbey saying his party piece
which is "I Love A Sunburnt Country." Over to Steven.

[Steven John Kilbey]
...I know but cannot share it
My love is otherwise
I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of drought and flooded bain [sic]
I love her far horizons
I love her jeweled sea
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me

Do you know what a terror is? It's a landscape. Huh?

---
Three Mice

Three little mice walked into town
Their coats were gray and their eyes were brown
Three little mice walked down the street
With woolwork slippers on their feet

Three little mice sat down to dine
On curranty bread and gooseberry wine
Three little mice ate on and on
Till every crumb of bread was gone

Three little mice sat down... Uhh-uhh-uhhh [realizing he had read the wrong line]

Three little mice, when the feast was done
Crept quietly home one by one
Three little mice went straight to bed
And dreamt of crumbly, curranty bread

---
Liberty Lot

Out on a lonely hillside green
Liberty liberty lot
Lots of baby bunnies to feed
Liberty liberty lot
They hopped and skipped and jumped about
Liberty liberty lot
When all at once they heard a shout
Liberty liberty lot...

What are you laughing at?
[Uncle Dennis] I'm sorry mate

Up like a shot went ??? [2:24]
Liberty liberty lot

??? [2:31]

They scurried safely home at last
Liberty liberty lot
When a man and his dog went scampering past
Liberty liberty lot

[Uncle Dennis] Steve, that was lovely.

??? [2:52]

That's all I've got to say to meself, nanny.
I wish you a Happy New Year. Thanks for me presents last year.
??? ...wishing you ??? love. ??? [3:04]

[Les]
Hello mom and dad.
This is Les here recording Christmas wishes to you all.
Uh, this is about the fifth time I've had a go at it.
Twice I've been interrupted by Joyce and Barbara and Steve coming back again
and, uh, interrupting me...

 

Put You On My Wall

[A song by Baby Grande, a band Steve was part of in the '70s.]

[rev. Sept. 3, 2013]

I looked on page nineteen and there you were
Reclining on a bed and covered in fur
Delicately posed to reveal your hide
Trapped on a page to show your best side

You got another name in this month's spread
I suppose all the glamour, it's going to your head
But I would never fold you, I told you I shan't
If I never get to heaven, you're the reason I can't

I'll put you on my wall, make sure you never fall
Though I might never meet you, I can keep you
And change you for a real girl when you call

Your face is in the window when I'm dreaming at night
And though I can resist it, it's not worth the fight
Your hairstyle is no-care style, hanging in one eye
Oh, won't you come alive-a, there's saliva on my tie

I'll put you on my wall, make sure you never fall
Though I might never meet you, I can keep you
And change you for a real girl when ya...

I'll put you on my wall, make sure you never fall
Though I never meet you, I can keep you
And change you for a real girl when you call

 

Pure White And Deadly

[A song by Baby Grande, a band Steve was part of in the '70s.]

[added Aug. 8, 2013]

Pure, white and deadly is my love
Oh, like a vicious knife, she'll cut you and hurt you and ruin your life
Oh, like a plunging scar, she'll jump in your brain and desex your heart
Swoop you up and swamp you up and lick your wounds when the bleeding starts

It doesn't matter if you shoot her or drink her
It doesn't matter if she's a girl or a man
It doesn't matter if you buy her or steal her
She's Christine Keeler, she's Peter Pan

Pure, white and deadly is my fear
Oh, like an angry man, flasher and slasher and spoonfeed you sound
Oh, like a shooting star, you'll fall out of sight and desexualise
Make her scream, make her dream with a pack of lies

It doesn't matter if you shoot her or drink her
It doesn't matter if she's a girl or a man
It doesn't matter if you buy her or steal her
She's Christine Keeler, she's Peter Pan

Pure, white and deadly is my death
Oh, like an acid burn, hurting and flirting, always nearer your turn
In another day, in another year, like a dog at your throat
Tuning your voice, leave you no choice, there's no suicide note

It doesn't matter if you shoot her or drink her
It doesn't matter if she's a girl or a man
It doesn't matter if you buy her or steal her
She's Christine Keeler, she's Peter Pan

 

Getting Away With Murder

[A song by Baby Grande, a band Steve was part of in the '70s.]

[rev. Sept. 3, 2013]

I'm killing time, I'm dyeing my hair
You gotta look chic to get anywhere
I get charisma injections
They keep me nearer to perfection

I'm getting away with murder
I'm getting away with murder
I'm getting away with murder
I'm getting away with murder

What's going on down the hall
The drummer's got my chick up against the wall
She doesn't know that he's diseased
I hope you feel very pleased

To get away with murder
To get away with murder
To get away with murder
To get away with murder

Just how long will we keep this up
I can't possibly tell
When I looked in the mirror just then
The guy in there said, "Get to Hell"

She's got a face to make you feel speedin'
She's like a page in a book that I'm readin'
She's a hawk and you're in her talons
But her face is owned by the salon

She's getting away with murder
She's getting away with murder
She's getting away with murder
She's getting away with murder

 

Mad Damn Lash

[A song by Baby Grande, a band Steve was part of in the '70s.]

[rev. Sept. 3, 2013]

Widow black leather, face deadly white
I'm Madame Lash, queen of the night
Creatures, dementoid, in the blue light

Madame Lash took her hand off her hip
Lying down screaming, biting my lip
She said, "Oh boy, you're gonna get my whip"

Madame Lash, Madame Lash
You hit me again I just know I'll crash
Madame Lash, Madame Lash
You hit me again I just know I'll crash

Beat me, bruise me, knock out my teeth
Masochistic freakout, dead on my feet
Pain is the pleasure, the pleasure is sweet

Oh no, not now, I can't take any more
Lying here alone, half dead on the floor
She said, "You're gonna get just what you paid for"

Madame Lash, Madame Lash
You hit me again I know I'll crash
Madame Lash, Madame Lash
You hit me again I know I'll crash

Widow black leather, face deadly white
I'm Madame Lash, queen of the night
Creatures, dementoid, in the blue light

Madame Lash, Madame Lash
You hit me again I just know I'll crash
Madame Lash, Madame Lash
You hit me again I just know I'll crash

 

Statue Garden

[rev. Sept. 20, 2016]

I went looking for a reason
In the marble eyes
The gardens with their peacocks
The flowers and the flies
The silence round my fingers
That touch the cold stone skin
They never think, they never breathe
They take the gardens in

The paths lead here, the paths lead there
I'm looking on the pools
Fish too slight, they don't see light
Where imaged flowers rule
The air so much like opium
The trees are drugged and still
Soon my hands turn gray then white
I see my hands are chill

I'm moving very stiffly
My feet and legs are stoned
And then I'm frozen marble
But then I'm not alone

I'm moving very stiffly
My feet and legs are stoned
And then I'm frozen marble
And then I'm all alone

 

Electrical Disturbance

[rev. Sept. 20, 2016]

(...electrical disturbance, electrical disturbance, electrical disturbance)

Stuck in your temple, electrical disturbance
See you in the jungle, electrical disturbance
Stuck in your temple, electrical disturbance
See you in the jungle, electrical disturbance
Stuck in your temple, electrical disturbance
See you in the jungle, ooohhh

Scattered to the vines a monkey alters signs
Scattered with vines a monkey alters signs
Unbrightened light

She's sleeping in the trees, where the monkey sees
She's sleeping in the trees, where the monkey sees
Tropic breeze

(electrical disturbance, electrical disturbance, electrical disturbance)

Electrical disturbance light of an egret eye
Electrical disturbance light of an egret eye
Watching me fly

She's smashed in ruin, she's smashed in ruin
She's smashed in ruin and I don't know what I'm doing
She's smashed in ruin and I don't know what I'm doing
No more beauty

She showed me to the house, but the door is always shut
She showed me to the house, the door is always shut
It's a mask

Electrical disturbance, it's a round eye
Electrical disturbance, it's a round eye

 

Ur Inside

Instrumental

 

Inkling

[rev. Sept. 20, 2016]

Be my inkling, be my earthling
Be the voices of the trees
Be my inkling, be my fledgling
Be an angel by degrees

Wolves at the door, look they're asking after you
Loves on the floor, look they're reaching after you
They want you

Be my inkling, be my princeling
Be a visit from beyond
Be my inkling, be my thinkling
Be a black and be a blonde

Wolves at the door, look they're asking after you
Loves on the floor, look they're reaching after you
They want you

Be my inkling, be my yearling
Be a portrait of a god
Be my inkling, be my starling
Be a world where strangers trod

Wolves at the door, look they're asking after you
Loves on the floor, look they're reaching after you
They want you

I know it's all coming back to me
I know it's all coming back to me
I know it's all coming back to me
I know it's all coming back to me

Be my inkling, be my yearling
Be a portrait of a god
Be my inkling, ah be my starling
Be a world where strangers trod

Wolves at the door, look they're asking after you
Loves on the floor, look they're reaching after you
They want you

 

My Abstract Model

[rev. Sept. 3, 2013]

Ladies and gentleman, can I have your attention please
Ladies and gentleman, can I, can I have your attention please
Ladies and gentleman, can I have your, can I have your attention please ladies and gentleman
Ladies and gentleman, can I, can I have your attention please ladies and gentleman
Ladies and gentleman, can I, can I have your attention please
Ladies and gentleman please, can I have your attention please
Ladies and gentleman, can I have you for, can we have, can we, can you...
Ladies and gentlemen, can we have your attention please
Ladies and gentleman, can we have you for attention please, a need for open [0:35]
Ladies and gentlemen, can we please have, only if for a moment...
Can we please have your attention...

See her in the car park
On the screen, on the phone
My abstract model

See her in the cool dark
With the queen, with a drone
My abstract model

My abstract model, doesn't know, doesn't care
My abstract model, no surprise coming there
My abstract model, sees her face, interface
My abstract model, cut her chain, win the race

Catch her in the lamplight
In the past, in the room
My abstract model

Chase her in the damp night
She is past, she is doom
My abstract model

My abstract model, doesn't think, doesn't breathe
My abstract model, can't forget, can't believe
My abstract model, I measure her, pleasure her
My abstract model, always keep and treasure her

My abstract model, doesn't know, doesn't care
My abstract model, no surprise coming there
My abstract model, sees her face, interface
My abstract model, cut her chain, win the race

My abstract model, doesn't think, doesn't breathe
My abstract model, can't forget, can't believe

 

You're My Idea

[rev. Sept. 20, 2016]

You came out of the dark and on your head a face burned
I let you in my room but I realised what you are when my back's turned
I lock the door, please don't come through
I try to think of something else but all I get is you
You're my idea, you're my idea

You're hanging in the wardrobe disguised as a piece of modern art
I feel my hands towards the rush but it seems that the rushes start
Off go the light, on come your eyes
You're dancing like a puppet, and tattered in disguise
You're my idea, you're my idea

You're hiding in the mirror and you think that I can't see
Sometimes I think I look like you but it's only that you look like me
Inside the building, outside the hall
I try to follow but you're walking through the wall
You're my idea, you're my idea
You're my idea, you're my idea

You came out of the dark and on your head a face burned
I let you in my room but I realised what you are when my back's turned
I lock the door, please don't come through
I try to think of something else but all I get is you
You're my idea, you're my idea

I lock the door, please don't come through
I try to think of something else but all I get is you
You're my idea, you're my idea
You're my idea, you're my idea
You're my idea, you're my idea
You're my idea...

 

Prophet Margin

[rev. Sept. 20, 2016]

One morning you wake up
And the ache is gone
Watercolour weather dripping off your umbrella
As if your life has just begun

Hard, dissatisfied, just like a child
It's not a question of pride
Your prophet margin comes after time
(Now we're gonna walk our line)

One evening you go to bed
Intoxicated, unaware
The symptoms that you painted, they respirate the pain
While danger is stroking your head

You see what is to be, what's been decreed
It's not a question of scared
The prophet margin is never shared
(But we're gonna get away)

You've got a beautiful future
Talk stranger and a house in the park
You shed no more tears for a couple of years
And then it gets kinda dark

You probably will have gifted children
There will be rumours of war
Then one afternoon as you lie in your room
Ah, then we won't see you no more

 

Spirit Of Christmas Yet To Come

[Originally on the Rockin' Bethlehem compilation.]

[rev. Sept. 3, 2013]

I am the Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
The future, the source of your grief
And all the little details and the things left undone
Catching you up underneath

Gray snow falls, cold night comes down
Into the hearts of the men in this town
Chains on the stair, a sudden chill
Something beside you is keeping quite still

I am the Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
The future, the source of your grief
And all the little details and the things left undone
Catching you up underneath

I am the Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come

 

Cut Up

[Originally an extra track on Margot Smith's Fall Down single.]

[added Sept. 3, 2013]

This is how it feels to feel real
This is how it feels to feel real
Everything has gotten me from here
Somewhere inside I try to understand
This is how it feels to feel real
Is it all I have to do to wait and try and find myself with you
This is how it feels to feel real
Is it all I have to do to wait and try and find myself with you

(You are) I can no longer tell who you are
And it's everything you want to be
You are (run away)
Tried to turn around
(There's just enough to touch now)

This is how it feels to feel real
And is there a place in the world to think?
(Can't you feel it love) (I felt you, somebody else)

(You are) I can no longer tell who you are
And it's everything you want to be
You are (is there a place in the world to think?)
You are (You are in my world)
You can no longer bring
You can no longer bring
Run away (You can stop nobody else)
This is how it feels to feel real

(You are) I can no longer tell who you are
(You are) And it's everything you want to be
Is there a place in the world to think? (this is how it feels to feel real)
(You are) (This is how it feels to feel real)

Jumped to turn around (Jumped to turn around)
Jumped to turn around (Jumped to turn around) (I felt you, felt somebody else)

Run away (sometime, inside, understand)
This is how it feels to feel

(You are) I can no longer tell who you are
And it's everything you want to be
(You are) Trust, your honor and pride
(You are)

Is there a place in the world to think?
This is how it feels to feel real
(You are) Jumped to turn around, jumped to turn around
(You are)

I can no longer tell who you are
And it's everything you want to be
(You are) (run away) Jumped to turn around
(Somewhere inside I try to understand)

(I felt you, felt somebody else)

(You are) I can no longer tell who you are
And it's everything you want to be

 

Blackrock Anti-Theme

[Originally on the Blackrock Soundtrack, with Sandi Chick on vocals.]

[rev. Aug. 8, 2013]

Helicopters flying overhead
Sonic scene beyond
Bad dreams inside my head
Everything keeps going wrong

Sometime, that's right

Television in every hall
Telecasting our name
Newspaper people writing it down
Tell everybody our shame

I've gotta go now
I've gotta go now

 

Gone For Good

[Created for the Blackrock movie but not used, with Sandi Chick on vocals.]

[rev. Sept. 3, 2013]

Left me lonely on the shore
Left me burning for some more
Yeah, it's okay to disappear
Say farewell to what's held dear

Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good

Left me waiting for the kill
Left me sitting with the bill
It's okay if you vanish now
Guess that I'll get home some how

Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good

Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good