I've been searchin' for a long time. For someone exactly like you. I've been travelin' all around the world. Waitin' for you to come through. . Someone like you could make it all worthwhile.
It's a revolution of a brand new day. I couldn't feel better if it just got paid. I sing a song, got my caffeine on. And everything's alright. . And I feel like I'm floating.
It's so easily to forgo, it's so hard to forget. It's so hard for to realize that I'm not dead yet. When everything that we wanted is beyond beyond. And all that I hoped for is long dead gone.
Put on something pretty, baby. And turn down the lights. Let's leave the world outside the window. For just, just one night. . And show me. I'll show you what my love is good for.
Well they're taking minutes to do what takes me hours. At the lover's society. Well they're sending out tenders for new ivory towers. At the lover's society.
Up in Westminster, the bell fell down. Took three hundred years to touch the ground. Fall leaves drifted by and turned brown. Foreign plane was downed.
by John Williamson. . Koala Koala - we love you. But we chop down your home. And you run. Koala, Koala - where do you go. When we take your gum tree away.
She's got everything I want. Got my world in a tight black dress. Keeps me on my feet and walking. Keeps my heart alive. I look up at the moon. To see her looking down on me.
If I fall. Right out of sleep. Deepsea diving in the dark. With those creatures of the deep. Broken skis. Over silent snow. As the ground comes up to meet me.
The messenger came with bad news from the front. Said, "The soldiers are starving and their swords are all blunt. They need a show of support or some futile sign.
July 13th 1985 was the day we watched Live Aid. The Global Jukebox came alive. We fed the world that day. We fed the world that day. . It was a day for a party we made a lot of food and we ate it sure as hell.
Workin' overtime. Just to keep myself from getting sacked. Well I don't like my job. Tell the boss to shove it. I ain't goin' back. Just like gene vincent.
There's pollen flying down the holland tunnel. And the hotel's full of mud and unmade clay. There are rumours coasting in on fumes and vapors. And there's no more gas for anyone today.
Come on baby, don't you wanna go? I could take you there. You could get what you want in the south, you could let down your hair. I said do you, don't you, will you, won't you.
Bury it in the garden. At midnight by the moon. Cover up the traces. Lick and dress your wounds. Burn it up or drown it you can try. But what has never lived can never die.
Woke up from a bad dream. To the world was burning down. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know which town. . You gotta live through this hard life.
by John Williamson. . Real country people in their prime,. Livin' in New South on Queensland time. He's a stockman, likes raisin' sheep,. Likes raisin' children, don't get much sleep.
He threw his hopes into the wind. To see if they would pin on her again. He threw his heart against the wall. To see if it would stick or fall. . She put her arms around him and said, "You are forgiven".
I wrote to the President. But I got no reply. He claims, he tells the truth. He writes it in the sky. . The tax man's at the door. Though, he never seems polite.