Couple of old ideas…

29 May

I feel like a puzzle with a couple of pieces missing.



Mount Fear of Failure seems to big to scale

i’m ready to quit before I fail

and it’s casting its shadow across the valley

where me and my family live.


I’ll run away before they wake

and not even leave a note.

I’ll go and live in the woodshed

or down near the railway tracks.

by Luke “Self-Indulgent Melodrama” Wade

(written on my failed internship attempt).


had a basket full of big ideas that i washed with a red thing

11 Dec

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


Am C

I climb
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 escape with such ease i think the guards must be crazy, or sleeping on the job

Album thing concept thingos…

24 Oct

Some concepty things for design and theme for album thing i want to thing:

Time Capsual


Lackluster Tunes: Fools Gold and Unpolished Gems

“Nobody ever lies about being lonely”

23 Sep

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?


21 Sep

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 😉

I got a rock in my pocket

10 Sep

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Recording is obsolete 8-track, filtered through obsolete computer so there’s a little bit of extra noise going on.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…


In a dark dark room, on a dark dark shelf there was a dark dark box…

10 Sep

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


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…


“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)



Youre standing still, watching the world passing by.


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.