This take of Words Fail Me has all the right stuff on the piano but didn’t get a vocal track.
Chas’s fingers are at their best on this one, so enjoy, and save the throwing of bottles for the next act, if you please.
Last night’s whisky just landed an uppercut
Joe Frazier would’ve struggled to beat
But the real big surprise was
The straight left to my eyes
Would’ve knocked even Joe off his feet
I’ve been ….trying all day ….to stay focussed
But it’s fair to say I’m losing all hope
But as any boxer knows- if you can’t move your toes
You’d better hang on like hell to the rope
Ah, but what will I say to this man at my door
Says he’s seen the light
Oh, I could say ‘Glory be – hey, that’s happened to me
And it’s been glowing in my head all damned night!”
Guitar lead
I’ve a good mind not to say anything – not a word
As I’m certain that I’ve heard it, all his views
But he looks so smug, like he’s found a new drug
And he’s not here to sell, he just wants to tell me his news.
Ah, but what will I do with this man at my door
Says he’s seen the light?
Ah, words fail me! And they’ve never let me down before
Yeah, words fail me – failed me at my front door.
I bet I think of something really clever to say
When he’s out of sight and out of range.
Oh, words come and words go, that’s true,
But why must words fail me now…
Just when I don’t want them to…
We’ve reached the 900th day…in the fortnight required….
to try to flatten the curve
But the people down here….man they’re really hard wired
and they’re grimly holding their nerve.
but..
behind their steely resolve and a look of disdain
their eyes look remarkably dead
not helped i might add by the mask on their face
which damn near covers their head!
two eyes dart around as they walk down the street
and that’s about all you can see
so its hard to tell if they’re really that scared
but they look pretty worried to me.
“YOU CANT COME IN WITHOUT A MASK”
said beady eyes at Dead Soul Books
the name of your shop is missing an R…
I thought… but instead i just gave him a look.
Once we wore gumboots… lived off the land…
made things from Number 8 wire
now we’re so weak we just shuffle about
Hiding our face like a liar
we’ve reached the 900th day…of the fortnight required…
in which to flatten the aaarrrgghhhh!
Look here…
‘s a song.
It’s new.
It’s “Up The Blue”!
Right NOW
Hit play.
Chas could really
Make your day…
In World War One Australia and New Zealand shipped thousands of horses to the middle east.
When the fighting was over they were commanded to leave them behind… as the government “couldn’t afford to bring them back home.”.. As the troops had a low opinion of how the locals treated animals generally, most couldn’t bring themselves to leave the animals behind- especially after four years relying on the horse to survive. Check out The Broken Years- by Bill Gammage for the story. There’s a kiwi version of the story also but i can’t locate my book at this stage…..
Based on the poem by Trooper Bluegum
