I had to go into the hills and see a man about a dog “Get here before the sun goes down”
And so I get into the truck and turn a right at Friday Hut I’ll come home around the town
The rain it slapped the land from sleep, it was green within a week Two birds escort me in
The world turning on the flash of a wing
And the worse that it was the better it will be You held onto the tail and that’s a victory
All this talk of how to be happy
And I’m off to see a man about a dog
And when I get up to the shack first night I hear the Big Old Cat rumbling out at sea Yeah “come on take the turn to land, not just a light show and a band, it’s the soaking we need”
The farmer dreams of cattle fed, tonight he’s working from his bed
On the roof the heavy drops that’ll break the Silence of the Frogs
And the worse that it was the better it will be You held onto the tail and that’s a victory
All this talk of how to be happy
And not a little content
Naught ’til ’21’s not a pity
When I’m off to see a man about a dog
Old farmer limping down the lane, his medal-winner’s out again and he waves at me And through the wonder of it all, put on Neil Young at Massey Hall ’72 or 3 Yeah and it’s dark when I get home, and I feel something coming on Blindfold, and Arvo Pärt I’m taking everyone on that drive I swear
All this talk of how to be happy
And not a little content
I used to love the Greek women
Now I love Greek men
I’m a Stoic in the morning
Out the city gate before long
I want no part of the new age dawning ‘Cause I’m off to see a man, off to see a man I’m off to see a man about a dog
I’m taking everyone on that drive I swear

A letter to you on a cassette
‘Cause we don’t write anymore
Gotta make it up quickly –There’s people asleep on the second floor

There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth beauty and a picture of you

You’ll be walking your dog in a few hours
I’ll be asleep in my brother’s house
You’re a thousand miles away
With food between your teeth

Come up for summer
I’ve got a place near the beach
There’s room for your dog

There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth beauty and a picture of you
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth youth beauty fame boredom and a bottle of pills

There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
You shouldn’t leave me alone
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile

Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair innocence Saturday and a picture of you

There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile

Forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day
With a gun-totin’ trigger-happy missy named Kinky Renée
Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair awkwardness and a picture of you

You fall into the other place
A smile you’ve missed in a brand new face
And the promises you made they slip away
You tell yourself that it don’t mean that much
It’s where the itch and the hard nail touch
What she don’t know won’t hurt her anyway
Blind devotion, silent war, the boy and girl asleep next door
Sleeping with the enemy you trust
Fallen Leaves, are filling up my street
Fallen Leaves, I kick them from my feet
It’s just the way the old world turns
It’s the only way we learn
What she don’t know won’t hurt her, and now it’s killing me
When the whole thing hits the skids
She can only think about the kids
Not where we’ve been but what comes next
You said “It didn’t mean that much to me”
That’s not the point now she can see
You broke the only thing that you had left
Blind devotion, silent war, the boy and girl asleep next door
Sleeping with the enemy you trust
Fallen Leaves, are filling up my street
Fallen Leaves, I kick them from my feet
It’s just the way the old world turns
It’s the only way we learn
What she don’t know won’t hurt her, and now it’s killing me
She says it doesn’t matter anymore
No-one is the winner baby in a one-all draw
A woman scorned and all the rest
She who laughs the last laughs best
What she don’t know won’t hurt her, now it’s killing me
Fallen Leaves, are filling up my street
Fallen Leaves, I kick them from my feet
It’s just the way the old world turns
It’s the only way we learn
What she don't know won't hurt her, now its killing me
What she don't know won't hurt her, and now its killing me

Sitting in the backyard on a milk crate
Yeah I’m home but not ready to come up yet Going over all the trouble I’m in
How it’s written in the script
I was goin’ down
The moment the phone rang The minute they called
Why do I talk to every idiot
With an idiot idea?
It’s always race eight, the “Get Out Stakes”
Chasing through the smell and the sweat and the fear
You shake your head and say ‘you do you babe’, so I do me For a while I was bettin’ for two flies
And I thought we were home scott-free
It’s time to climb the stairs
You’ll be sleeping and not keeping the score
You lift me up
You brush me down You lift me up
Turn me around
I must have been alright in the last life To be lyin’ here with you
Here with you
When I slip away into my glass canoe
Slicing my way to the falls
You pull me over, say “Even a fool should know
They’re all sharks and leeches and lawyers”
And it was you said “Say sorry to Honest Don”, this little bugger’s in a little bit of strife He might listen to me, ‘cause I look like his son who wasn’t quite made out for
the criminal life
The moment the phone rang, the minute they called
You lift me up
You brush me down You lift me up
Turn me around
I must have been alright in the last life to be lyin’ here with you

Sunrise on the station breaks the morning’s spell
Red and green streamers flyin’ outside the Railway View Hotel
Cleveland St shuffles shinin’ into the mighty roar
We were walkin’ through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw

Livin’ eight to a house, post Menzies’ land of plenty
But there was nothin’ left for people like us in September 1970
Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore
We didn’t work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw

If it’s high enough, if it’s long enough, if it’s straight between the posts
Drink your beer and shed no tears for these days you miss the most
Every step and sill sat shinin’ in Black-It from door to door
And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw

Saturday morning on the Botany road was mean and it was lean
Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin’ through a richer man’s dream
By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors
Even the T.A.B. was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw

Now in the Ladies Lounge a young girl rocks a pram
An old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands
Clothes lines are flyin’ high, the sun is sinkin’ behind the flats
As stoned girls walk in circles with their babies on their backs

As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains
Suburban towns they turn blue and brown, use old wars for their street names
They took you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys
As Young Labor sits stoned in a terraced house, the Sydney Swans on pay tv

Written by Perry Keyes (Control)
Performed by The Whitlams, Black Stump Band – Tim Freedman, Rod McCormack, Ollie Thorpe, Matt Fell, Josh Shuberth

Had a little bit to drink
There’s a little thing I want at a do out East
Nothing too emotional, my good miss, I couldn’t be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking ’bout the years – you sound like Louis Burdett

And we roll on to my back shed, play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks they roll by

I’m chewing ice and grinning, I’m spewing up and spinning, it’s biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before you go anywhere. What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop baggin’ out the band, ‘cause you sound like Louis Burdett

All my friends are fuck-ups but they’re fun to have around, banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars, how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, yeah and how down the street the weeks roll by

The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears
They’re all asleep but the morning tastes like wine, it tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head

I’m stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub, sex is everywhere, but nowhere ’round me
By the time she gets to Marrickville we’ll be masturbating
It never rains in Tempe but the planes remind of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated, I’m startin’ to sound like Louis Burdett



Words Tim Freedman
Music Tim Freedman, Mark Wells
(Sony Music Publishing/Control)

Rain is coming down as if it’s never gonna stop
It turns the house into a prison and pours silence over me
If time moves any slower I’d think that someone stopped the clock
This is a still life painting and I’m just another prop

I’ve only got myself to blame for falling so far down I wonder why I bothered now that your boyfriend’s back in town

I’m not allowed to call you but there’s everything to say To who could give me pride enough to turn my thoughts away I must have had my own life but I can’t remember what it was It’s tangled up in ivy and intertwined with yours

Rain still coming down and the night is creeping in
I’ll sleep in my own bed tonight for the first time in a month
And probably like the fool I am I’ll drown myself in wine
The same fool who told you he understood and didn’t mind

You're gonna have to tell her where the money went Why you can't pay the rent, why you gotta move
You're gonna have to tell her what happened to the car And who those guys are in the living room

Oh whoa whoa nobody wants to be you

Who's that girl who's hanging around?
The one with the white tube top and the tattoos Why's she telling everybody her luck is out? And what does that have to do with you?

Ohh, nobody wants to be you

Did you really think you could just move away? How dumb are you anyhow?
‘Cause those guys have their guys everywhere They’re probably watching us now

Ohh, nobody wants to be
Nobody wants to be
Nobody wants to be you

There's no one to call from a country town It's not a bad thing
I don't have anyone lovely to call
It's not a bad thing

I'm not doing the dirty, breaking a vow I'm not a tomcat doing the rounds
If I were there'd be no one to complain
There's no one worrying at home Ringing to see if I'll answer the phone Happy if after the show I'm alone

There's no one to call from a country town

And say I got a tan
Or we played under the biggest pergola This side of Japan

The mountains are hazy - the mist from the sea Is it good luck for dolphins on the wave with me Or, honey child I miss you just the same

It's strange to be happy if your boyfriend's lonely That's the way they are It's strange to be happy if your girlfriend's lonely That’s the way we are
There's no one worrying

There was the stage, two red lights and a dodgy P.A.
You trod the planks way back then
And it’s strange, you’re here again, here again

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better, walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again

Don’t, don’t explain
Lots of little victories take on the pain
It takes so long to earn
You can double up or you can burn, you can burn

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better, walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To blow up the pokies and drag them away
They’re taking the food off your table
So they can say that the trains run on time

Flashing lights, it’s a real show
And your wife? I wouldn’t go home
The little bundles need care
And you can’t be a father there, father there

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better, walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To blow up the pokies and drag them away
They’re taking the food off your table
So they can say that the trains run on time
Another man there was made the trains run on time

Written by G.Gertler Gold, T. Freedman (Sony Music Publishing/Control)
Performed by The Whitlams, Black Stump Band – Tim Freedman, Rod McCormack, Ollie Thorpe, Matt Fell, Josh Shuberth.

We made love in the river
We made love in the South
We made love up in the mountains
We made love in the mouth

My spirit it is leaping
My body thinks it’s home
First I was afraid of your intentions
Now I’ve got my own

You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Sammy Davis Junior

Now I’m a little careful
I don’t drive real fast
When you know you’re lucky to be here at all sister
You want to make it last

ou’re my foolish adventure
Got nothing left to lose
The Lord he moves in a cotton ensemble
He’s moving in me too

You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Sammy Davis Junior
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf on Mount Olympus

You’re keeping me alive

I was betting with tomorrow’s paper
Mmmm, I really had it made
Now I hear you gotta win three times
Pick the horse, get on, and then get paid

You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf
You’re making me feel 50 Again
As Sammy Davis Junior’s my witness
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf on Mount Olympus

You’re keeping me alive

Written by T. Freedman, J. Housden, D. Denholm (Sony Music Publishing/Control)
Performed by The Whitlams, Black Stump Band – Tim Freedman, Rod McCormack, Ollie Thorpe, Matt Fell, Josh Shuberth.

I'm gonna have so much fun
On the witness protection scheme There'll always be someone
On the witness protection scheme
Don't you know when you cross somebody It's just like a party
Blue skies and custody
All the day long
I can tell the truth one last time On the witness protection scheme Then I'll always be allowed to lie On the witness protection scheme
There’ll be a girl that I can call Who can never call me Unrecognisable
Who needs an identity?
There'll be a restaurant greets me personally
Won't throw out my friends for drinking things named after me
My ragged crew, my loyal friends on the witness protection scheme
Close down my site and lose my phone On the witness protection scheme

Lover, there will be another one
Who'll hover over you beneath the sun Tomorrow, see the things that never come today
When you see me fly away without you Shadow on the things you know Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over
Nestled in your wings, my little one
This special morning brings another sun Tomorrow, see the things that never come today
When you see me fly away without you Shadow on the things you know Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over