Almost Optimistic


If I don’t respond to you sometimes don’t always take it as a sign

If I don’t catch fire for you it’s just that I’ve been burnt too many times

But I’m almost optimistic this time

And I’m almost optimistic this time


If I seem unkind to you it’s not because my heart’s made out of stone

And if I’ve been blind to you, it’s just that I’ve grown use to being alone

But I’m almost optimistic this time

And I’m almost optimistic, almost optimistic this time


If you’re feeling incomplete and think that you must find the missing link

If I seem distant to you, well I’m much closer than you think

And I’m almost optimistic this time

And I’m almost optimistic, almost optimistic this time

And I’m almost optimistic, almost optimistic this time, this time



Then Comes Summertime


Don’t sell me down the river for a pocket full of gold

Don’t set fire to our memories just because you feel the cold

It will be springtime soon the sun will shine

And then comes summer time


Don’t bitch about the future if it’s only heat you lack

Don’t go out in this weather or you’ll never make it back

Just bring your frozen heart here next to mine

And then comes summertime


Would you believe me if I said ‘This dear old demon’s almost dead?’

I think we’ve got some candles left back from Halloween

Let’s burn them all together, and fill this world with dreams

It will be springtime soon the sun will shine

And then comes summertime, and then comes summertime

Then comes summertime



My Old Dancing Shoes


I’m hit beneath the waterline I felt my soft flesh rip

Cupid fired an arrow that had a poison tip

It tore into the only target that he had to choose

Straight through the Achilles heal of my old dancing shoes


It must have been a contract hit, a cold professional

Taken out by all the jealous husbands of the world

Who saw the way their wives watched as I waltzed across the view

They didn’t realize that I would only dance with you


Now I’m wounded but I’m not dead, but I’ll never dance again

Quite the way I used to dance with you

And if I never get that feeling as we float up to the ceiling

I might as well stop dancing anyway


I’m hit beneath the waterline, I felt my soft flesh rip

I’m dancing in the ballroom of a slowly sinking ship

I’ll go down with the orchestra and drink a toast to you

They’ll never rip the soul out of my old dancing shoes

No they’ll never tear the soul out of my old dancing shoes

No they’ll never rip the soul out of my old dancing shoes



Life Carves Its Lines on Your Soul


My Oh My you’ve changed, you who looked so strange

Stood out from the pack, now they’ve brought you back

Back down misty lanes, through those iron gates

Where you used to play, places you feel safe


Life Carves its lines on your soul, you’re beautiful when you’re old


The more you change, the more you’ll stay the same

Still that little girl in that picture frame

Life carves it’s lines on your soul, you’re beautiful when you’re old

A hundred years from now, they’ll still know your name

Celebrate your life, nothing was in vain

Everything you touched, all the words you say

Still beneath the breeze, never goes away


Life carves its lines on your soul, you leave your mark on this world

Life carves it’s lines on your soul, you’re beautiful when you’re old



Sweet Nothing


Think about you sometimes when my mind just won’t close down

Got a call from an old friend who still sees you around

Should I still be interested, I don’t even know?

It was all over a long time ago


It meant nothing to me, nothing to me

Whatever I said was just a part of living from a past life

It meant nothing, nothing, sweet nothing

Just another place, just another time, just another time


You belong in a photograph on a rainy afternoon

Stuck away in a drawer somewhere in the corner of my room

Like an ancient curse forever sealed inside a tomb

But all it takes is one curious fool


It meant nothing to me, nothing to me

Whatever I said was just a part of living from a past life

It meant nothing, nothing, sweet nothing

Just another place, just another time, just another time


Wonder where you are now, I hope you’re almost rich

Poverty wouldn’t suit you, the clothes would make you itch

Strange to think that some day you’ll have someone else’s child

Guess I should be grateful that it won’t be mine


It meant nothing to me, nothing to me

Whatever I said was just a part of living from a past life

It meant nothing, nothing, sweet nothing

Just another place, just another time, just another time

Just some other time



Through The Eyes of A Drunk


Did the meaning of life ever come to you in a flash of inspiration

And by the time you remembered to write it down it was gone?

It flew across your mind all the secrets of mankind

Straight in one ear then out the other side


Through the eyes of a drunk it all seems beautiful

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all the same

Through the eyes of a drunk it seems so logical

Through the eyes of a drunk you’re all to blame


Did you ever hear a snatch of someone else’s conversation

And feel the inclination to join in?

Although it’s uninvited you know they’d be delighted

To hear the contribution you put in


Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all so fascinating

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all so lame

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s always interesting

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all the same


Through the eyes of a drunk it seems so serious

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s just insane

Through the eyes of a drunk it seems so meaningful

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all in vain


And if the world is such a funny place how come no one else is laughing

Am I the only one who gets the joke?

The poison you with perfume, anesthetize with valium

Then treat you like a leper if you smoke


Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all so magical

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all the same

Through the eyes of a drunk it seems so meaningful

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s such a shame

Through the eyes of a drunk you’re all so wonderful

Through the eyes of a drunk you’re all so kind

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s always possible

Through the eyes of a drunk there’s always time

Through the eyes of a drunk it all seems beautiful

Through the eyes of a drunk it’s all a game

Through the eyes of a drunk it seems so logical

Through the eyes of a drunk you’re all to blame



Memories and Morphine


Before I shuffle off this mortal coil, let me tell you my life story

There isn’t very much to tell, nothing that’s out of the ordinary

I never tried to change the world, but as far as I remember

Things were alright with me, more or less, but then again


I never liked the sunshine always loved the rain

Sleep all day until the evening came – it always came

Memories and morphine keep the fires away

Everybody has to die some day


I was a changer when I was young, a devil with a silver tongue

I could charm the birds from the trees, and the cash from the society ladies

A minor sacrifice to make, they vanished when I closed my eyes

But I can still feel that cold, autumn grip of their worn out thighs


I’ve never done an honest days work in my life

Just as long as someone else was there to pay the bills

Memories and morphine keep the fires away

Everybody has to die some day


Before I shuffle off this mortal coil, I ought to confess my sins

Get some credit with the man upstairs, just in case there’s not a back way in

I haven’t been to church for years, I hope he doesn’t make a scene

I could slip in with some missionaries, failing that, I’ll try the drunk routine


Give me girls and cheap wine, absinthe and cocaine

I’ll never ask for anything again – but then again

Memories and morphine keep the fires away

Everybody has to die some day, everybody has to die some day

Everybody has to die some day



Smoking on The Cancer Ward


Time Gentlemen please, finish up your drinks and go

Celebrate another dark night of the soul

Paradise is coming soon

The final lock-in at the last chance saloon


Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

These cigarettes are rank but they’re all I can afford

Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

Paradise is coming soon


I’m as selfish as a newborn baby feeding on his mother’s breast

I never knew that you needed me too

I only thought about myself, now I’m a picture of health

Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

These cigarettes are rank but they’re all I can afford


Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

Paradise is coming soon

Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

These cigarettes are rank but they’re all I can afford

Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

Paradise is coming soon


Paradise, paradise, paradise is coming soon

Paradise is coming soon, can’t come too soon

‘Cause there’s a couple of drunks in the Penrith Tearoom


Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

These cigarettes are rank but they’re all I can afford

Smoking on the cancer ward, smoking on the cancer ward

Paradise is coming, paradise is coming, paradise is coming,

Paradise is coming, paradise is coming, paradise is coming

Paradise is coming soon



Sweet Oblivion


In your Toytown little world, in your Toytown little life

You’re driving in your little car with your pretty little wife

She’s sits right there beside you, eating candy from her lap

And she’s giving you directions but she’s not looking at the map


Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise


It’s getting close to midnight and you’re starting to get tired

Your little chimney’s smoking, ‘cause you’re sitting by the fire

Studying some photographs, taken long ago

And they reminded you of Christmas eve, and every year it snows


Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise

Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise


Your living space is decorated with little souvenirs

Sentimental objects that you’ve gathered through the years

Wonderful reminders of the many things you’ve seen

And I bet that you can still remember ever place you’ve ever been


Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise

Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise

Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise

Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise

Oh oh sweet oblivion so nice, oh oh it must be paradise



Kisses and Scars


I’ve been poor, and I’ve been starving, I’ve been rich and I’ve been fed

I’ve been proud and independent, and I’ve been so easily led

I’ve been safe, and I’ve been stranded, and I’ve been out much too far

When I had no way of knowing that a kiss could leave a scar


And I don’t know how anybody can manage to be friends

When the people that you care about are the easiest to offend

And even in the sweetest scenes things turn ugly now and then

But I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to hurt you


And it’s sad when it’s over, but its easy to pretend

You can make up anything you want if you don’t go back again

And I don’t know how anybody can manage to be friends

When the people that you care about are the easiest to offend

And even in the sweetest scenes things turn ugly now and then

But I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to hurt you