Category Archives: p

The Palaces of Splendour There’s a black hole lies at the centre of the world Where the light gets out nobody knows In the Dark lands we live so far from Australia Where the heat and dust might warm our … Continue reading →

The Pageant of the Bleeding Heart I coulda killed a man I coulda laid him out I could put him down in the soft black ground I coulda loved a girl i coulda made her mine I coulda made her … Continue reading →

Take A Little Light On Babe So you got a little immigrant Living next to you Not so keen on the colour of his skin Cos he’s buggin you Well take a look at yourself And your ancestry Ain’t Nobody … Continue reading →

Them Post-Hypnotic Mid-War City Blues I see high heels clickin And TVs blinkin I spend my whole life jus drinkin Aint nobody thinking Too much; high speed Connections, intentions Make no Mention of who won The elections Na na na … Continue reading →