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
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
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.
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
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.
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.