ALSO WATCHED

A change in sun a different heat that sought control of the earth

Task that couldn’t serve this light of any useful purpose

A curse from far and long toyed mortals trapped on a planet

Also watched by night

Also watched by night

Also watched by night

Also watched by night

Setting away, at least for the day;

Struggling escapes, outside in the darkness

Others make no attempt, for tired from the blaze

A new enemy found; spy of the sun, a second eye, its satellite

Also watched by night

Also watched by night

Also watched by night

Also watched by night

By quantum ray, a new command that UFOs deliver

Fire and light from out of sight of any surface dweller

A beast that hunts its mortal prey

Says, “Homo Sapiens' had his day!”

BUSHMAN'S GRAVE

Starve the lizards, strike a light

She’s a beauty of a day

He’s a two pot screamer

Tickets on himself

Tight as a fish’s arse

I was doing all right with that Sheila

Until the bastard white anted me

It’s back or beyond, whoop, whoop

Until Big Smoke is calling me

Come a cropper, chuck a wobbly, clagged out

Couldn’t kick an arse off an emu

Colder than a bushman’s grave

Come a cropper, chuck a wobbly, clagged out

Oudie cologne, up to the shop

Big night on the Persian rugs

Chew and spew, full as a goog

Further back than a walla walla

Grab a few zeds, rest me ham and eggs

Haven’t got two bob to rub together

If it were raining virgins, he’d be locked

In a dunny with a poofter

Come a cropper, chuck a wobbly, clagged out

Couldn’t kick an arse off an emu

Colder than a bushman’s grave

Come a cropper, chuck a wobbly, clagged out

You dobbed me into the coppers

On this fair cow of a day

Now my life seems down the gurgler

And you’ll be drinking with the flies anyway

Starve the lizards, strike a light

She’s a beauty of a day

He’s a two pot screamer

Tickets on himself

Tight as a fish’s arse

I was doing all right with that Sheila

Until the bastard white anted me

It’s back or beyond, whoop, whoop

Until Big Smoke is calling me

Come a cropper, chuck a wobbly, clagged out

Couldn’t kick an arse off an emu

Colder than a bushman’s grave

Come a cropper, chuck a wobbly, clagged out

DIRTY POLITICS

The price of oil is soaring

Domestic crude is down

Beleaguered legislature

Stands on shaky ground

The president’s opposed

To granting tax incentive

Because companies import

Foreign oil independence

Slush fund antics, corporation tricks

Skeletons in the closet

Dirty politics

A symbol of the heart

A formal club of swine

Inside track to obscene wealth

“Our friends are doing fine!”

A gathering, a quickening

A stern, deceptive code

Local hero, fiend and foe

Fear it might explode

Slush fund antics, corporation tricks

Skeletons in the closet

Dirty politics

HOT SPOT

My local hot spot ain’t  your jukebox

Spit your politics on drunken breath

Not much better when you’re sober

Go loiter someone else’s  place

Don’t come around here

If you’re bored and lonely

And if you ain’t got nothing better to do

Your ill-gotten gains

Short-term rewards

Soon have back for more

OIK AND YOBBERY

Out here like the bloody cocky

On the bloody buscuit tin

He came at me full bore

But I stoushed the bastard anyway

Go for the doctor

Sorry mate, had the bloody claw

The bastard can go buggery

It’s all hay, hell, and booligal

Oik and yobbery

Spanner in the works

Teen skullduggery

Bugger ‘em till it hurts

Prince Charles is like a Mini

With the doors wide open

Clumsy as a duck

In a freshly ploughed paddock

Couldn’t train a chocko vine

Over a country dunny

The bastard can go buggery

It’s all hay, hell, and booligal

Delicate as a starving dingo

Crooked Mick’s up you for the rent

Death adders in your pocket?

Wouldn’t shout if a shark bit him

Shot thru like a Bondi tram

Where the crows fly backwards

Stir the possum, strike me pink

It’s all hay, hell and booligal

REBEL

Gets discerning looks from the establishment

They don’t understand

They resent nonconformity, used to doing as they please

They criticize the notions in his mind, says he’s wasting time

Want to see him settle down before he turns to crime

He’s a rebel from the working class

Got no future, hates his past, independence is his creed

Rebel, rebel, independence is his creed

Has alarming eyes and hair, leather jeans wear and tear

Maverick to mom and dad, more antidote than bad

They criticize the notions in his mind, says he’s wasting time

Want to see him settle down before he turns to crime

He’s a rebel from the working class

Got no future, hates his past, independence is his creed

Rebel, rebel, independence is his creed

TAINTED WORLD

The taste of progress is bittersweet

By the means used to achieve it

Languish behind glittering spires

While outside the wilderness expire

On the streets, grim poverty

Elitists bask in poverty

Riches pumped from foreign soil

Another case of blood for oil

It's a tainted world

It's a tainted world

Forests burn into the night

Watching eyes by satellite

Global change is Nature's plan

A reckoning with toxic man

Poison's stench on breath of life

Children breathe depleted waste

Ain't no future for the human race

It's a tainted world

It's a tainted world

Coal producing Geenhouse gas

SUV's allowed to pass

Oil war gift of vapor clouds

Fossil fuel's deadly shroud

"Leave it to the marketplace"

Poor legacy for the human race

Riches pumped from foreign soil

Another case of blood for oil

It's a tainted world

It's a tainted world

TEXAS INSANITY

Raised in filth and squalor, placed in an urban plight

Homeless wander aimlessly, all around downtown

Stat institution’s budget has you outside on your own

Once was an insane man stuck out all alone

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental wardTexas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental ward

One day you’re in a hospital, next day they’re kicking you out

I’m sorry son, we’re out of bread

Let me tell you what it’s all about

They’re cutting back our funding, we’ve gotta fix the books

You’ll have to bite the bullet, regardless how it looks

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental ward

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

No one’s gonna help you anymore

Next day you’re in a strange town, the driver said, “Get out!”

They took away your nightgown, of that there is no doubt

Fifteen dollars in your hand, I guess you’ll have to fend

For yourself and you land on the doorstep next of kin

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

Outcast of the mental ward

Texas insanity, Texas insanity

No one’s gonna help you anymore

                                                            RECORDED 22 NOVEMBER 2004