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LYRICS updated November 9 2017

N E W . L Y R I C S

CARNIVALISM

Broken teeth fresh neck oily hands greasy sex
Back seat rusty wreck cold vinyl hot sweat

Ice queen runs hot, she never gets off
Dreams die and quickly rot, a cry, a gunshot

Carnivalism, carnivalism

Boardwalk tired feet, she needs a good meal
But will get a quick deal for a minute on her knees

Coney Island's cold today winter keeps the crowd away
But a clown in a doorway still waits for prey

Carnivalism, carnivalism

 

CABINET OF CURIOSITIES

Make something weird
Magnet, finger, wire, wing
Cabinet of curiosity

Some funeral things
Artefacts of bone and skin
Absinthe and gin

Teeth, feathers, dead flowers
A clock with no hours
Locks, skulls, strange rocks

Joining sinew and steel  
Blasphemous and visceral
Jars of infectious disease

Experiments don’t go to plan
Accidents will change the man
Experiments don’t go to plan
Accidents will change the man

 

ALOHA MOTEL

Dirty neon palm tree bleeds into night air
Promising Hawaii, delivering despair

Sour old receptionist as plastic as the flowers
Rooms by the day, rooms by the hour

Beyond an iron gateway the gimp keeps an eye
Down a musty corridoor to room number five

Blues on the radio, roaches on the bed
Pick in my pocket, words in my head

Can't use the spoons, don't know where they've been
Won't trust the mirror, who knows what it's seen?

Emergency instructions glued to the wall
Couldn't save my neighbour, didn't help at all

I'm sure there was a killin' in the room next door
But I ain't investigatin', that's for shotgun sure

The Aloha Motel, brick wall for a view
This joint is givin' me the flourescent blues

I got some Chinese takeaway, I got some cold beer
I got loads of tv channels, I'll pretend I'm not here

I won't think about the lowlife that stayed in here last night, but if anyone knocks on my door I'm quite prepared to fight

I got some Chinese takeaway, I got some cold beer
I got loads of tv channels, I'll pretend I'm not here

I won’t think about the lowlife that stayed in here last night, but if anyone knocks on my door I'm quite prepared to fight

The Aloha Motel

 

SCALPEL KISSES

Sonic fingers make St Kilda streets howl with crawling dark chasms and withering spasms, a reluctant gunslinger, morricone stinger, wraith of rock, scalpel kisses down the spine, mood ring fingerling steel twine

Sonic fingers wrenched out a scowl, bisected the ether like a seether's jagged old knife cutting a scream right thru the mind of a many mouthed beast at 3am with black suited funeral men

Sonic fingers pick charlatans and souls, send shockwaves thru vampire caves, iron graveyard gates, cold winter lanes and London hail, a jaguar with a human hand, glass shards from the dagger-man

Sonic fingers finally at rest under blood red flowers, sacred heart towers, creative hands sleep but echoes still creep along gristmill streets where an elegant ghost grins, he now lives in the wind

 

NEON STREET

Dressed in threads of stars and opium
She leaves the hotel while he sleeps
Grabs a cab to Neon Street

Digging for cash in the rain
“No fare honey, I know your secrets and name”
“But,” she says, “You won’t see me again”

The rain begins slow-mo dripping
Her skin drops like a silk stocking
to concrete as the moon shines on

When dogs come around she’ll be invisible
When street-sweepers come she’ll be invisible
When the sun hits the road she’ll be invisible
When they all go looking she’ll be invisible

 

SET FIRE TO THE BOOK

Open the book that holds a wax key
and unlock the door behind which lies
a dusty floor with handmade tiles
arranged in spirals around a well
built of stone that holds no water
but is a home to strange new things

Or burn the book that has the key
so all stays locked unless you scorch   
your tender hand among the flames
to quickly grab the softening form
before it starts to melt and run
like candle tears across the hearth

But you walk away without a glance
without grabbing the single chance   
to see what lay beyond the door
if you'd taken those few steps
instead of turning on your heel
instead of playing safe

BAM

Tonight you need music to hit you
Chords to fuck-punch your face
Walls of sound to crush your chest
And slam all thoughts from your head

It's the best relief

BAM!
BAM! BAM! BAM!

 

THE BLACK RIDER

Books as candies
Gorging on legend
Some were invention
The darkest were history

Long ago
A shadow followed
House to house, state to state
Watch and wait

He seems to know me very well
Who is the black rider?
Every weakness, every crime
Who is the black rider?

I ran like amphetamine
He held on like heroin
Yeah, he's the devil
But I need this love/hate thing

The shifting shadows belong to me
I am the black rider, I am the black rider
The cliff top leaps are what I need
I am the black rider, I am the black rider

 

FUZZ FACTORY

(Ode to a fuzz pedal made by Zachary Vex, insane inventor)

Walls shake and groan
Sweat and moan
As I get on my knees
Before a box of blasphemy

Ears begin to bleed
It's just what you need
To de-anaesthetise
To know you are alive

You wake from your dream
As transistors scream
The earthquake is overdue
So I put a vex on you

I have control of the fuzz factory
I have control of the fuzz factory
I have control of the fuzz factory
I have control of the fuzz factory

You wake from your dream
As transistors scream
The earthquake is overdue
So I put a vex on you
So I put a vex on you

 

IN PRISON FOR TEX PERKINS

Thanks to Tex Perkins (Cruel SeaBeasts of Bourbon etc) for his phone message. But 12 years? I think not.

"G'day Craig this is Tex Perkins. Ah... I'm standing here, um, on the corner of Russell Street. Um, maybe we'll, err, do, err, I dunno, a duets album one day. Um, I'll write a couple of songs and then I'll call you in about...… 12 years"

On a dirty day he made that call
Evil Perkins planned my fall

I should've stayed outta town
Got a hole near Hollywood & Vine

Now in a cell for things I never did
12 years of muck and he drinks $100 gin

Dirty Tex put me in this cage
A rancid shit-pit of rage

I'm doin' twelve years tho I didn't do the crime
I was just drinkin' beer, now I'm doin' time

His face scratched on the greasy wall
An X marked where justice will fall

I'm doin' twelve years tho I didn't do the crime
I was just drinkin' beer, now I'm doin' time

Drunk in West Hollywood, now I'm doin' time
Drunk in Culver City, now I'm doin' time
Drunk in Santa Monica, now I'm doin' time
Drunk in St Kilda, now I'm doin' time

Tex: "Thanks mate"

 

HER MORPHINE

She doesn't need much
More than happy on her own
They see her around this beachside town
But she's the great unknown

And that's just what she needs
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine
And that's just what she needs, yes it is
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine

She stopped time long ago
Draped the clocks with calico
The sun the night the daily tides
The birds and waves are her guides

And that's just what she needs
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine
And that's just what she needs, yes it is
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine

... She wanders the beach
... Mind floats away to sea
... Joining lost thoughts
... And flotsam dreams

As fast as she wrote them down
As words fell like rice from her hand
The water swirled and washed them away
While she sang and knelt on the sand

And that's just what she needs
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine
And that's just what she needs, yes it is
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine

Ancient currents safe and warm
Make her blues wash away
Silky water and ocean tongues
Make her smile as they fill her lungs

And that's just what she needs
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine
And that's just what she needs, yes it is
It's her antidote, cure, it's her morphine

 

S T O M P B O X . A L B U M . L Y R I C S

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GODZILULLABY

Cocooned alone in a queen size bed
Limbs grow numb and your eyelids close
The room becomes a cold, still lake

Pillows of night cradle your head
Thoughts float away on shiny black boats
That wash your body with their wake

Forget everything you've ever read
Exchange those books of careful prose
For words like sharpened wooden stakes

Silence becomes a strange song
And suddenly the world is gone

Godzilullaby. Godzilullaby
Godzilullaby. Godzilullaby

 

DRIVE

The night is black my cloth is thin
The fire burns but the cold creeps in
And puts a claw on my bare neck
And gives me an evil grin

Maybe it was too much wine
That made it hard to read the sign
But hindsight's never blind

Cold wind blowing through the phone
Whirling round the darkened room
It's not the words it's just a tone
No sleep tonight I have to go

Fuel and music in my car
Dirt roads and hard tar
Drive and drive and drive

Following a thundercloud
The moon hides behind the rain
It could be full though I'm not sure
But your bed's soft and warm

Fire. .Burn.. Cold. .Creep
Claw. .Neck. .Evil.. Grin
Dark. .Moon. .Dirt.. Road
Thunder. .Rain. .Warm ..Bed

 

NEW LIFE OLD LIFE

It's another day, it's another lifetime
Just drive away, follow the white line

Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what gonna happen?
Who knows what happened here?

The sky is fine, the days are long
Everything's done, what could go wrong

Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what happened here?
Who knows what gonna happen?
Who knows what happened here?

New life old life
Old life new life
Another page in an old book
An old song with a new hook
Young souls find a new view
Bringing sunlight to doom and gloom
They find charm where secrets lie
Another page in an old book
New life new life

 

KING OF THE BURNING BRIDGE

He's the king of the burning bridge
Aimed his hotrod at the ditch
Hit the throttle and then the kill switch
Cos he just can't tell what is which

What is he to you?
What is he to you?
What is he to you?

He's the wrecking crew

The worst damn man you ever had
Guaranteed to make you sad
He brings you luck and it's all bad
You must've been completely mad

He's the shah of shabby times
Don't you sometimes wonder why
Butterflies become blowflies
Gentle waves become riptides

He's Nero on a summer day
Or the careless god of old Pompeii
Who lets it all just burn away
Destroying everything you made

He's the CEO of a head on crash
He turns a valve marked toxic gas
He's the baker of a poisoned batch
Pack your things and call a cab

What is he to you?
What is he to you?
What is he to you?

He's the wrecking crew

INTO THE BLACK WATER

While townies sleep like aging dogs a cigarette meets the flames. Flicked from fingers without words in a mining camp of ghosts. Tin cup in a dirty hand on an arm of sail rope veins

Cabin creaks under gun grey moon as the rain crawls in.
Cat's-piss whiskey would be nice, or some paint stripper gin. Rusted wires and strangled strings conjure up dark things

Thoughts crossing swords with sleep, fall backwards blind and numb. A blur of murder, love and sin, of battles lost and won. One last breath as an ancient tree scrapes the roof and whispers:

Close your eyes and sink into the cold pool so deep
Into the black water to sleep
Into the black water to sleep
Black water
The black water
To sleep
Sleep

 

VICIOUS LITTLE HARPIE

Who's that? 1980s Man
Here he comes, little legs moving
What's that clinging to his limp hand?
That's a harpie on a mission from hell

Personality anti-matter meets
A prom-queen on the downhill slide
Get your wedding vows from a Mills & Boon novel
Wrap em round a lemon with a razor inside

Vicious little people, ugly and mean
Just about the nastiest I've ever seen

Ken and Barbie, Ken and Barbie
Mr 1980s and Vicious Little Harpie

See that? It's kinda Doppler
The closer you go the older she grows
Watch out, that was a close one
You nearly lost an eye on the end of her claw

There she is over by the face cream
She's the one with the white pants on
Lookout, you'll wish you'd never met her
Better give some botox to that rhesus gone wrong

It's a matter of damage control
Nice little elves gotta watch out for the troll

Ken and Barbie, Ken and Barbie
Mr 1980s and Vicious Little Harpie

 

REMEMBER

I would wake and look for you in the still of night
Tormented dreams made me wake in fright
you would lead me out by my trembling hand
And we'd sit and gaze into a moonless band

Dark as the fright that flowed from me when I'm safely in your arms

We wished and dreamed of a future unseen
We talked and talked about where we'd been
You'd point to the black sky and show me stars shining
Whispering to me about hope and desires

Dark images left where they belong lost in history

Whenever I miss you I remember how we talked and dreamed
Whenever I miss you I remember
Whenever I miss you whenever we're apart
I know you're here in my heart

We drifted apart as we followed destiny
Across the land in a search for identity
But when I needed you in times of doubt
Forget time or distance you were there to be found

To reassure me once again everything's gonna be fine

Whenever I miss you I remember how we talked and dreamed
Whenever I miss you I remember
Whenever I miss you whenever we're apart
I know you're here in my heart

Late at night I wake alone startled by your presence
I see those diamonds of the night fading into twilight
And there's a whisper on the breeze don't be afraid I'm always here
A gentle soul a beating heart there's no need for tears

Whenever I miss you I remember how we talked and dreamed
Whenever I miss you I remember
Whenever I miss you whenever we're apart
I know you're here in my heart

('Remember' lyrics based on a Rose Palmer poem)

 

MUNKYBOY

Engvay grunts. He thinks we're a pack of country folk who should bow when he's in town cos he plays real quick. Likes wiggling his... Dictionaries have no word for chimp guitar helium head. With an upsized pillow on his bed he thinks he invented shred. He's a wind up toy
Da sveedish munkyboy

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