Linkd In Blues


You need to join Linkd in!!….
said Mr HR with a smile.
His lifeless, bored expression-
made me think of Oscar Wilde…***
And, oozing insincerety-
he stuck his arm out – shook my hand.
We both knew he was lying…with his
“I’ll touch base when I can”.


Terry Thomas, 1958.


So under pressure from the missus-

I logged on and commenced to type
With a nasty nagging feeling that
I was joining a world of Hype..
I had to record just what I’d done
where I’d been, and where I could go
For some modern day evangelist
to establish just who I know!


It crossed my mind to add some people
Just make requests from out of the blue
A bagman, would make me interesting…or hell!
Even a prostitute or two!
But I think they wanted progressive types
Those that look good in a suit
Some one to foster an image that
Would make me the perfect recruit

So I called my friend John Metherell, as
Waikato men know the score…
‘wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole mate
tho Ive told you that before.”
And with his left foot firmly forward
And a slight pontifical grin
Suggested that to even follow that path
Would lead to occasions of sin.

Well, …I started in this life
feeding cows and tending sheep
and here I am in a post truth world
with time beginning to creep.
My lovely wife will not be happy
But I’m afraid Ive got bad news…
Someone’s gonna have to tell her
Ive got the Linkd in ……washed out….fed up
Hacked off…..


…*** (always be sincere even when you don’t mean it)



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New Vid, old song! -The Horses Stay Behind

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

I’m the one


I’m the one has been stripped bare with just John B on piano and Cathy Irons on violin…. both are amazing musicians. This track was played at two weddings (my son and my daughter) while the signing was done).

The Network News



The Network News was recorded some time ago – not long after some of the Abe and the Slaves of Reason team got back from their Blood Sweat and Money Tour…. which took a toll I can tell you!! Unfortunately there were difficulties with getting the piano mixed to sound right – so it had to be ditched. note- the backing singers role is the media telling you something they want you to hear….

There’s Something About This Place

There’s Something About This Place

Music & Lyric Chas Williams (c)

If you and I simply try
We’ll make something of this
And though I wish I was wrong-
In truth I’m not strong- lost my nerve I guess


But there’s some thing about this place
I don’t know what it is
But I can tell you know too
And to do nothing would be such a waste


Don’t say no don’t say I’m fooling myself
Don’t say no
Don’t say “you’d be better keepin’ your ideas
to your self”.




I’ve been searching my mind hoping to find
Something clever to say
And though there’s nothing profound
I can learn from the ground
I keep staring there anyway


But there’s something about this place
I dont know what it is
But I can tell you know to
And to do nothing would be such a waste


Don’t say no….don’t say I’m fooling myself
Don’t say no..
Don’t say “you’d be better keeping’your ideas
To yourself”


Shooting From the Shadows

Shooting From the Shadows (c)
Music Chas Williams Lyrics Chas and Wings Williams

This story is true. Michael Ronald “Wings” Williams was one of the initial 26 NZ SAS sent TO Vietnam in the late 1960s.The more oblique lines will become clear when his book is published- hopefully soon.

We left in the dead of night
With barely a soul to testify
Twenty Six- on a secret flight
With no allowed to even wave goodbye.

Nui Dat..? Means “hill of clay”..
Don’t know for sure if it’s even there today..
But the “Long Green”and the “Horseshoe”…?
I know damned well (they) won’t be referred to

It was long ago … and far away..
Seems though like yesterday.

Memories of patrol remain fixed to my soul
As do the faces of the “left behind”
But it never did pay to mix… with the “Faceless 26”
We only moved with one objective in mind.

Ah but “wait a while” and a voice from out of no where
Kept me from being misled
Leaving me years of endless wonder…
Oh i know these things.. aren’t just inside my head.

It was long ago… and far away
Seems though like yesterday

I Came back.. in the dead of night
Wound so tight i ended sleeping’ on the floor
Trying my best to forget
Many things not forgotten yet…
All that shit that goes in hand with war.

Violin/Piano solos

Well you can change the place
And you can change to day
and in time we’ll just fade away
But time won’t change that Viet conclusion…
(YEAH,,,)We must have seemed an illusion.

It was long ago…and far away..
But WE… were the ghosts of grey.