All lyrics Dean except where noted.

 

Be My Friend

If you like me and I like you.
We could try if you want to.
P. A. I. N            
Be my friend .   

You act so coolly when you come by.
I need my winter coat in the sunshine.
P. A. I. N           
Be my friend.   
  
You had a secret, a big one.
Our little bow came undone.

Now there are spaces where we should be.
There’s a hole there’s a hole a whole lot of empty.
P. A. I. N           
Be my friend.    

 

Casino Town

Bankers and bottle blondes
roidy boys in tiny bonds.
Working for security
saving everyone from me.
Here in casino town
either you’re in or you’re out.

Looking like a ghetto now
from the Shire to the Bower.
You can hear Macquarie weep
they sold the vision splendid cheap.
Here is casino town
build it up or knock it down.

Traffic jams and lollipops
streets are filled with empty shops.
Midnight and I’m all locked out
Only kings and queens about.
Here in casino town
everybody wants the crown.

 

Hola Senorita

I won a parrot in a game
took him home in a big old cage.
He talked and talked and talked all day
but the only thing that he could say was
Hola seniorita.

I let him out he flew around.
Sometimes he just sat for hours
up on the chandelier
and all day long I’d hear
Hola seniorita.

He met all my friends. 
I read him stories every evening
from books and magazines,
he like to watch things on tv.

I lost a parrot in a game.
Should have know better than to play
a man with so few fingers.
I had so few hands.

Walking home in the morning
by the sea I threw myself in.
There he was waiting for me
He read our favourite story.

 

Messy Time

I thought we were glue
I thought we would stick.
I thought a lot of things
that weren’t really happening.

Turned around to find
it’s a very messy time.

I fell asleep at the wheel
that much I admit.
I didn’t see the bus
till I was under it.

I missed every sign
it’s a very messy time.

I see you around
you are looking thin.
Was it me or was it you
who let the enemy in?

No reason or rhyme
it’s a very messy time.
I missed every sign
it’s a very messy time.

 

5000 Camels

He made an offer for you
5000 camels for you.
That’s a lot of humps
for one pretty girl.

We thought about it,
Talked about it.
I’d miss you.
I’d miss you.

He made an offer for you
5000 camels for you.
That’s quite a caravan
for one pretty girl.

We thought about it,
laughed about it.
I’d miss you.
I’d miss you.

 

Bottle
(D. Manning/S. Mozgawa)

Happy kinda.
Happy kinda.

This is meant to be a song
of joy for you.

Motorcycles, wind up toys
cowboy hats and polaroids.

This is meant to be a song
of joy for you.

Lost your bottle,
couldn’t think of what to say.
Lost your bottle,
that’s ok.

Happy kinda.
Happy kinda.

 

Broken   

There’s a hole in this and a crack in that.
Some of the pages are torn and stuck together.

When it all seems broken, maybe it always was,
it’s just the way it feels today.

When the colours run, faded in the sun
and nothing is how you remember.

When it all seems broken, maybe it always was,
it’s just the way it feels today.

When it comes undone
and the voices whisper run,
run run baby run.

When the lines are crossed, rhyme and reason lost.
The wheels spin but nothing is turning.

When it all seems broken, maybe it always was
it’s just the way it feels today.
Maybe it always was.

 

Diamond in the Mine

She’s a diamond in the mine.
She’s a beautiful scar.
If we could travel I think we’d go far.

She’s a circus girl.
She’s a shepherds delight.
I couldn’t love her anymore tonight.

All’s well in my tree.
I’m not looking down.
When I fall will she catch me
is she with me now?

She’s a mardi gras.
She’s a house of fun.
It’s awful quiet when she’s gone.

 

Dog House

I get so lonely
out here on my own
I get so lonely baby
can I come back home?

Let me out of the dog house baby
set me free.
Let me out of the dog house baby
throw me the key.

Maybe I went too far
maybe I just didn’t think.
And maybe maybe
maybe baby
all these maybes lead me to drink.

Let me out of the dog house baby
set me free.
Let me out of the dog house baby
throw me the key.

Streets are empty
my pockets are too
and no matter which road I take
all of them are leading to you.

 

Even When I'm Sleeping

Don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony
my mind is clear.
I may be low or miles high off in the distance
I want you near.

I love you even when I'm sleeping.
When I close my eyes you're everywhere.

And if they take me flying on the magic carpet
see me wave.
If our communication fails I'll reconnect it
I want to rave.

I love you even when I'm sleeping.
When I close my eyes you're everywhere.

No matter where the road is leading us remember
don't be afraid.
We have a continent that sometimes comes between us
that's ok.

I love you even when I'm sleeping.
When I close my eyes you're everywhere.

 

Faith
(D.Manning/J. Johnston)

Phone won't ring when you sit by it waiting
toast don't pop when you're watching the clock.
We could be waiting on a sign
until the end of time
and there's still no guarantee
of it making sense to anyone.
All we need's a little faith.

Now we can question ourselves
every book on every shelf.
We can run a marathon
and still be where we started from.
Roll with the punches
swim with the tide
even an angel
can get taken for a ride.
All we need's a little faith.

I tell myself time and time again
somedays I am stronger
some days go for ever.
There's always heart while the dream is there
you have to let it come through
it's better when it finds you.

Phone won't ring when you sit by it waiting
toast don't pop when you're watching the clock.
We can only do
whatever can be done
we all eventually
take our place beside the sun.

 

Faces in a Passing Car    

I carry my friends around with me
not that my shoulders are so wide.
More in the things they say and see
I am the sum of everyone.
I am a concertina doll
like the books and records on the wall.
Some are dark and some are light
some are here and some are gone.
Faces in a passing car.

You said I was talking in my sleep
right on through the night.
They’re all there in my dreams
like a midnight choir.
I can hear them in my ear
like a radio.
Some are loud and clear
some are awful quiet
some are here and some are gone.
Faces in a passing car.

 

Fingers Crossed
 
Everyday is a hurricane
in the china shop.
Looking down
but seeing up.

Everyday Everest is small
from a cloud above.
A high wire act,
no net below.

Fingers crossed,
we find the ladders
skip on past the snakes
to the places we have what it takes.

Everyday it washes up
at our feet again.
Just as sure
as a fridge will buzz.

Fingers crossed,
we find the ladders
skip on past the snakes
to the places we have what it takes.

 

Flower
(D. Lane/D. Manning)

Is it you, is it me,
is it something in between?

Is it strange, is it weird,
is there something that’s disappeared?

I’ll be giving you a flower,
every other hour.
Is it wrong, is it right,
will this keep us up all night?

Is it up, is it down.
Is it lost, is it found?

Is it clear, are we blind.
Was I really so unkind?

I’ll be giving you a flower,
every other hour.
Is it wrong, is it right,
will this keep us up all night?

 

Forty-one False Starts 
 
I’ve been feeling like the old man and the sea.
You asked me if I was over it.
I'll never be.
It's all been torn apart
forty-one false starts. 
If I could be so brave
a little Lenny Bruce
like I didn't care. 
 
I'm working on it
I am working
see these hands are so very tired. 

I feel like such a loser on some dumb crusade. 
I feel so caught between
this whole love and hate thing. 
So what if I wear
a bullseye on my heart
forty-one false starts. 
So much is left unsaid. 
I wanted to clear the air
you said it was perfectly clear.
 
I'm working on it
I am working
see these hands are so very tired. 


Get Up and Fall Down 
 
The man with the voices in his head said
‘be quiet, please be quiet’.
There’s mayhem in the attic
can you hear it there’s a riot,
there’s a riot.

And I see you and me in him
like puppets on a string,
we dance and fall down,
we laugh and fall down,
get up and fall down.

He knows that life is just a hoop
you have to jump through,
you have to jump through.
Still he wonders as the whip comes down
does he have to, does he have to?

And I see you and me in him
like puppets on a string,
we dance and fall down,
we laugh and fall down,
get up and fall down.

The man with a pocket full of stones
stood beside the running river.
He wishes he could just let go and enjoy the show
but he’s so tied up, he’s so tied up.

And I see you and me in him
like puppets on a string,
we dance and fall down,
we laugh and fall down,
get up and fall down.

 

Great Big Old World

Bones by the road in the sun
that’s what we are, what we are.
And all these mistakes we have made
will wash away, wash away.

Great big old world,
great big old world.
And it doesn’t stop for anyone.

Broke like a spoke in a wheel
what goes around comes around.
And all we think is so real
is it ever there, is it ever there?

Great big old world,
great big old world.
And it doesn’t stop for anyone.

Someone said, watch your head
you could loose it round here.
Someone said.

Bones by the road in the sun
that’s what we are, what we are.
Burning up like a star
here and gone, here and gone.

Great big old world,
great big old world.
And it doesn’t stop for anyone.

 

Here Comes Your Ride 
 
Goodbye beautiful it’s time
the daisies are trampled
it's such a crime.
You looked so far ahead
and left so much behind.
Here comes your ride. 

I want to remember how we were
in those days of gold
when we shone like stars.
We were bright
we were bold.
Here comes your ride.  
 
Surely we will laugh again
it’s too soon now
you’re all around me.
I waited so long
guess I’ll be here a little longer.
Here comes your ride.   

 

How Love Came into the World

And the moon whispered to the sun
the sweetest thing ever heard.
And the sun burst through a cloud
told it to a bird.

And the bird sang it out to the wind
who carried it far and wide.
Whispered it to a bee
in a flower on a mountain side.

That’s how love came into the world.
That’s how love came into the world.

And the mountain ran down to the ocean
told all the fish in the sea.
And the fish told a whale the story
and the whale told me.

That’s how love came into the world.
That’s how love came into the world.

 

I Don’t Care
(D. Manning/D. Lane/I. Shadwell)

I don’t care if you want to leave me
I don’t care if you have to go.
I don’t care what your friends are saying
I don’t care if you think it’s so.

Oh, there’s a great big hole.
Oh, when you close the door behind you
can you give me back my soul.

I don’t care if you don’t want to see me
I don’t care one little bit.
I don’t care how I’m going to feel better
I don’t care how I’ll get used to it.

Oh, there’s a great big hole.
Oh, when you close the door behind you
can you give me back my soul.

 

I Love You Honey But The Season is Over

The caravans are rolling out
on the closing day.
I see you standing in the crowd
I want so much to say.
If I don't look as lost as you
it's just because I've learnt to hide it.
Walking the tightrope every night.
That was all we ever needed to know.

I love you honey but the season is over.
Where are you going ?

My conscious is up and down
I'm a human cannonball.
I don't feel so holy now
have I ever been at all?
If I don't look as lost as you
it's just because I've learnt to hide it.
Walking the tightrope every night.
That was all we ever needed to know.

I love you honey but the season is over.
Where are you going ?

 

If I Was a Spy

If I was a spy you probably wouldn’t know me.
I’d be a master of disguises,
someone nobody recognizes.
A sailor or a cook,
I could be a book.

There’d be alleyways and get-aways,
aeroplanes and plans to save the world.
Waiters with one eye
nods and winks and secret handshakes.
Foreign papers in attaché cases
Beautiful women and double agents.

If I was a spy there would be some shady characters.
I’d have to keep my wits about me,
But I wouldn’t let it cramp my style.
The flower in my lapel,
would be a camera as well.

There’d be alley ways and get-aways,
aeroplanes and plans to save the world.
Waiters with one eye,
nods and winks and secret handshakes.
Foreign papers in attaché cases
Beautiful women and double agents

If I was a spy I would be diplomatic.
I’d know when to say the right thing,
I’d be witty and amusing.
From Havana to Tokyo
Down to Mexico.
If I was a spy.

 

Kissing Bedrock 

You've been kissing bedrock I can tell.
By the way you carry round the world. 
On your shoulders high
ever wonder why? 
The only way to go is up from here. 

You've been kissing bedrock I can see.
By the way you walk straight through me.
Staring at your shoes nothing else to lose. 
The only way to go is up from here. 

You will come around
you will come around
soon enough you'll laugh about it. 
You will come around,
you will come around. 
What could have ever shot you down? 
 
You've been kissing bedrock that's ok.
Let the moon go on her wicked way. 
Dust yourself off now
time will tell somehow. 
The only way to go is up from here.

 

My Street Is Steep

My street is steep
my dragster really moves.
It’s got a glitter seat.
and it matches my shoes

And when we go out riding
there’s nothing better.
And when I double you
We are so together

My street is steep
I have the scars to show.
On my hands and feet
on my knees and elbows.

And when we go out riding
it’s something special.
You’re always laughing
you’re a real dare devil.

My street is steep
anything but flat.
Either high or low
you get used to that.

And when we go out riding
you wrap your arms around me.
We’re like two birds flying
ever so free.
Like two birds flying
ever so free.

 

No Roses Grow on a Sailor’s Grave

What is going on round here?
The sea is high
tonight.
I hope this boat
won’t let me down,
I think about you all the time.
No roses grow on a sailor’s grave.

Land ahoy a part of me
wants to turn around.
I’d loose the tattoos if I could
only settle down.
No roses grow on a sailor’s grave.

We could be strong
and I want to come along with you.
But if you just want to spin the wheel
to keep me hanging on
I may as well be gone.

I’m just riding out the storm
40,000 leagues away.
I’d carry your books
carry your anchor
just to see you smile again.
No roses grow on a sailor’s grave.

 

Out of the Mud

I’m cutting the strings one by one.
I’m letting go I’m slowly coming undone.
I've opened the gates
welcomed the flood.
I’m making a lover out of the mud.

No master to please no need for the whip.
No reason to hide away, I’ve jumped the ship.
Bread for your body
wine for your blood.
I’m making a lover out of the mud.

I’m taking my time about it,
no need to rush about it.

I lay you a while out in the sun.
A little touch here and there I’m nearly done.
That’s all I have, I hope it’s enough.
I’m making a lover out of the mud.

 

Pink Pony

There are stars on the ceiling when you look up at the pink pony.
You can sit under the milky way ever so comfortably.
There's a juke box in the corner and the music is bitter sweet.
That's how I'm feeling now it's raining and it's so complete.
 
I saw a hero he was walking down the street last night.
He was cruising, floating like a satellite.
In a motor cycle t-shirt and jet black hair.
Everyone was looking but he didn't seem to care.
                     
When time is on your side and there's nowhere to be.
You can watch it all go by at the pink pony.
 
Anything you're looking for you'll find it anytime of day.
You can get a tattoo from the palour just across the way.
And the corner boys will do their best to set you straight.
No-one's in a hurry it's always open late.

When time is on your side and there's nowhere to be.
You can watch it all go by at the pink pony.

 

Problematic Art of Conversation 
 
So there I was at the party 
and everybody seemed to be so well rehearsed. 
Come the time to play my part I tried 
but I couldn't find the page 
I stumbled through the scene 
and out the door onto the street 
and off the stage 
now I'm thinking of Marcel Marceau. 
Marcel why is it so? 
In the problematic art of conversation.
 
I'm sitting down to tv
almost every waking moment of my time 
now I find I eat I sleep I dream in hour episodes. 
It sure is hard remembering the names of everyone I meet 
so pardon me but who are you and am I wrong 
but are you talking to me? 
In the problematic art of conversation.
 
So I watch the prince and princesses of prose 
pissing in pockets everyday 
and it only makes me think of Oscar Wilde 
and the fickleness of pop, 
popularity. 
If I had a silver tongue I would have sold it long ago 
while poetry is dandy, 
there are handier collectables. 
In the problematic art of conversation. 

 

Rear View Mirror

Another sleepy hollow
another broken motel sign.
Now the fog has lifted
you don’t look as fine.

Another lone dog walking
another empty tidy town.
I guess it feels better
when there’s no-one else around.
You are in my rear view mirror.

Another mile further
static on the radio.
I’ve seen a hundred payphones
how many more to go?
You are in my rear view mirror.

 

Sailor Girl 
 
Sailor girl is all at sea, she says, 
‘I‘m looking for something real
something to set me free.
What will it be, what will it be?'

Sailor girl is up and down, she says,
‘I need an anchor to keep me in this town.
What will it be, what will it be?'

Captain, my captain,
what do you do when your dreams are sinking.
What do you hold on to?
Captain, my captain,
what do you say when the boat is leaking.
What do you hold on to?

Sailor girl gives in and sighs, she says,
‘Is my head in the clouds
are there stars in my eyes.
What will it be, what will it be?’

Captain, my captain,
what do you do when your dreams are sinking.
What do you hold on to?
Captain, my captain,
what do you say when the boat is leaking.
What do you hold on to?

 

So Easy

It’s so easy
to forget
how you made
a mess of it.
You didn’t want it
all that bad.
You set fire
to what you had.
It’s so easy.

You figured what the fuck
didn’t you baby?
You had it all worked out
what to wear
how it would be so easy.

It’s so easy
to pretend
that it would never
happen again.
It’s so easy.

You held all the cards
didn’t you baby?
You took it all for a ride
sitting pretty
making it look so easy.

 

That Boy

He got a tattoo of her name
he only met her yesterday
always in a rush that boy.

He always reads the last page first
he's always cutting to the chase
always in a rush that boy.

Like a bee
like a bear in honey
here he comes 
there he goes again.

Don't play hide and seek with him
he never counts to ten
always in a rush that boy.

Like a bee
like a bear in honey
here he comes 
there he goes again.

 

The Moon is a Peephole

The moon is a peephole
tonight it’s open wide.
If you had a secret
it would be hard to hard.

Everyone would know it when morning came around.
It’s so hard to keep a secret in this town.

The moon is peephole
what’s on the other side?
Poets and dreamers
astronauts have tried.

All I can tell you and it’s the strangest thing.
When it’s burning bright I feel like a puppet on a string.

The moon is a peephole
thought I saw a giant eye.
Staring back at me
from up there in the sky.

I’ve tried knocking but no-one will answer the door.
I guess soon enough we’ll out what it’s for.

 

Tricks

See the giants
waving their arms.
Like a row of windmills in the sun.
Come along sister,
we’ll lead this horse to water.
This heat is playing tricks on our eyes.

A quiver full of arrows
is not enough.
You need a steady hand
and a lot of love.
Come along sister,
they will never catch us.
This heat is playing tricks on our eyes.

 

 

 

All songs published by Mushroom Music