playful song idea thing… fingerpicky runup and down g and c thing…
had a basket full
of big ideas
that i washed with a red thing
now theyre not good for much
thats not my colour
gonna tie them all together
and climb
down
through the windy weather
misty sideways rain
might be the start of great adventure
or it might all end up…
e with F# on the D to G with only low G
i esacape with such ease i think the guards must be crazy
Some concepty things for design and theme for album thing i want to thing:
Time Capsual
Lackluster Tunes: Fools Gold and Unpolished Gems
Just thought i’d drop this quote in here (from the movie From Here to Eternity):
“Nobody ever lies about being lonely”.
Thought it might be a song seed. But ya never know do ya?
Few pictures and an image of stuff i would like to do “studies” of i.e. draw heaps and heaps of until something interesting starts happening 
Musical collaboration with lovely Ned who died a couple of years back now. Tom and Lou and Anna sent me some nice recordings they had. Kinda stole a bit of Ned’s melody, and changed it to fit a new chord progression. Lyrics are awesome, hope i did a good job.
Recording is obsolete 8-track, filtered through obsolete computer so there’s a little bit of extra noise going on. Last disclaimer, i had just recovered from the flu when i sang this, but i kinda like the results.
Blah and also etcetera…
Just stumbled across the lyrical doodlings at the bottom of a list of my songs crumpled up in a box (in a dark dark room, on a dark dark shelf there was a dark dark box… etc). Both seem to have chords attached to them and some vague melodic notations. I have no memory of writing them, both are about an old friend. I’m gonna hide them here:
C F G C
Waiting at the police station, up against a wall
Ccdefed ddce
C F G G
Wondering what your Mum will say
Ccdefed
C F G C
“Well I guess it could be worse” is what you are guessing
Gegegea dddcedc
But this time Your Mum will say…
efed
“You’ve really done it this time mate. You’ve done it this time.
Don’t come home”
(Well I guess) things can only get better, is what you have to think
and Your mind’s made up.
Am runup
Yep your minds made up.
You cant go back to Queensland, or to South Australia
Guess it’s time for Newcastle.
Maybe the welcomes mats you wore out have all been mended
Probably not…
I tell you to stay off the Dante and Beer, the Weed and Christianity.
Now that you cant go back to Queensland, or to South Australia,
You’re coming home.
F G
Living at the Mission now
What a crazy cast of characters
Waiting at the Sleep Station After a looong day…
This second one seems like an attempt at a poem, but does have some chords attached to it. Could be about two different friends, i can’t remember:
Am C G D (6th fret)
CAAG CDEEDCC
Youre standing still, watching the world passing by.
CAGEEEDC
It’s ten seconds till… midnight
You’re hanging on, to the second hand,
I heard it from, my sister.
Youre standing still, Youre still standing,
But for how long?
I would cut you down…
To size… if I thought you deserved it.
(notes and melody run up… AAABCDEFEDCBC
When the clock strikes 12,
Our friendships at an end you dick.
I have a bit of a thing for sad clowns. I am one.
Made this thingy a while back… first experimentations with computer colouring (opensource photoshop thing):
