Paul Kelly

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"Everything's Turning To White"

"Everything's Turning To White"



Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream
And there's so much water so close to home

When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly
Warmed up with whiskey they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly
In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down
And there's so much water so close to home

When he holds me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white

It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was that close to freezing
But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the bruising
They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time
There's so much water so close to home

They carried her downstream from their fishing Between two rocks they gently wedged her
After all, they'd come so far, it was late
And the girl would keep, she was going nowhere
They stayed up there fishing for two days
They reported it on Sunday when they came back down
There's so much water so close to home

When he holds me now I'm pretending
Nothing is working inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white

The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested
On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested
I went to the service a stranger, I drove past the lake out of town
There's so much water so close to home

When he holds me now I'm pretending
Nothing is working inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white

 

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"Extra Mile"

"Extra Mile"



Just like the bee comes to the honey
You're swarming all over me
Now you got this close, eyes on the treasure
But it don't come for free
Can you go the extra mile?

So you want to jump into the ocean
Baby it's sink or swim
Can you keep your head up above the water
When the waves come crashing in?
Can you go the extra mile?

Can you stand the heat cooking in my kitchen?
Can you see this whole thing through?
Can you stand to get your hands all dirty?
That's what I want from you
Can you go the extra mile?
Can you go the extra mile?

 

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"Fall Guy"

"Fall Guy"


On slippery ice he's skating
but he don't have a care
Beneath his feet its breaking
but his head's in the air
Everyone's anticipating
he's gonna take a dive
Turn down your conversations
here comes the fall guy

Here comes that fall guy
Here comes that fall guy

I know I shouldn't ought to
reach for illusion
Just like a lamb to the slaughter
I only see confusion
Everyone's in expectation
this head is gonna roll
Turn down your conversations
here comes the fall guy

You can't help bad luck oh no
You can't help bad luck oh no
You can't help bad luck oh no
But it's a fool who puts his head in a frame

On slippery ice he's skating
but he don't have a care
Beneath his feet its breaking
but his head's in the air
Everyone's anticipating
he's gonna take a dive
Turn down your conversations
here comes the fall guy

You can't help bad luck oh no
You can't help bad luck oh no
You can't help bad luck oh no
Here comes that fall guy

You can't help bad luck oh no
Here comes that fall guy
[repeat to fade]

 

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"Feelings Of Grief"

"Feelings Of Grief"



Feelings of grief
Breaking over me
Wave after wave like the rolling sea
These feelings of grief

Time without end
I’m gonna miss you, my friend
How do you suppose this world will ever mend
Or this heart play again?

I go about my day
There’s always somebody to pay
And they just won’t go away
Nor will these feelings of grief

Feelings of grief
Blinding me with tears
All that’s dear piece by piece disappears
And all that remains are these feelings of grief

 

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"Foggy Highway"

"Foggy Highway"



I'm on a foggy highway
I'm on a lonely road
I can't see the way ahead
I'm on a foggy highway

Don't know just why I'm out here
Don't know just how I strayed
The road behind me is long and dark
I'm on a foggy highway
Cold my heart
Cold the ground
And my way is darkest night
Not a word
Not a friend
To help or guide me
To walk beside me tonight

I'm on a foggy highway
I'm on a lonely road
I'm not long for this world
I'm on a foggy highway

 

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"For The Ages"

"For The Ages"



Darling, you’re one for the ages
I’m glad you live here in mine
Your face and figure belong
To centuries been and gone
Those Renaissance and Roman times

Darling, you’re one for the ages
Long may you live in my rhyme
The years will cut us down
But they won’t keep us in the ground
Out of the grave we’ll climb

Darling, you’re one for the ages
You’ll never go out of style
You walked into the ball
Dressed by St Vincent de Paul
With that shy and serious smile

Darling, you’re one for the ages
Your beauty suits every clime
There’s a mystery deep within
And in the light upon your skin
I could study for all time

Darling, you’re one for the ages
Darling, you’re one for the ages
Darling, you’re one for the ages

 

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"Forbidden Street"

"Forbidden Street"



There's a place that I know
There's a place I can go
Without a sound, without a trace
Walking through the twisted town
Walking just above the ground
And no one seems to know my face
Soon I come into the hum of Forbidden Street

I love the trash on Forbidden Street
I love the trash, it smells so sweet
You've seen the best, now see the rest
Here below in the land of stealth
Far away from a land called health
Intrigue is all I breathe
Thy will be done, thy kingdom come, on Forbidden Street

I see the bright sky
I hear the music
I watch you sleeping
I love your bruises

Have you heard, they're moving in?
Those who weigh and measure sin
They study crimes, they give them names
The lights are on in Forbidden Street
Everybody's gone
There's no one there left to meet
The rusted horns, the broken drums, on Forbidden Street

Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street

 

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"Forty Eight Angels"

"Forty Eight Angels"



Twelve angels from the north
Twelve angels from the east
Twelve angels from the south
Twelve angels from the west
Coming for to carry me away

Angels shooting from your brow
Angels leaping from your mouth
Angels lighting on your shoulders
East and west and north and south
Coming for to carry me away

Angels flying from your fingers
Angels dancing on your breast
Angels happy just to linger
North and south and east and west
Coming for to carry me away

Angels sleeping in your hair
Angels resting at your feet
Angels singing on your stairs
South and north and west and east
Coming for to carry me away

Angels in the inky night
Angels when the day breaks forth
Angels at the noonday table
West and east and south and north
Coming for to carry me away

Me no more, me no more, me no more

 

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"Forty Miles To Saturday Night"

"Forty Miles To Saturday Night"



Well I rubbed the dirt all down
And I washed away six aching days
And my shoes all slick and spit
And my singlet fresh and my sideburns shaved
As I turn from the mirror
And I open my first beer since yesterday

Danny brings the Bedford round
A three-ton girl with a ten-foot tray
And she knows the way to town
So we kiss goodbye to two weeks' pay
Now the leaves are shaking
And the stars are all waking from the day

Big wheel turning (turning all night)
Big light burning (burning so bright)
Downright foolish but that's alright
It's only forty miles to Saturday night!

There's a place on Fortune Street
And a band down there called Gunga Din
And Joanne from Miner's Creek
She said that she'd be back again
She lives out on the station
And she works on my imagination

Big wheel turning (turning all night)
Big light burning (burning so bright)
Downright foolish but that's alright
It's only forty miles to Saturday night!

 

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"From Little Things Big Things Grow"

"From Little Things Big Things Grow"



Gather round people i'll tell you a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
Were opposite men on opposite sides

Vestey was fat with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindji decided they must make a stand

They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
Back at the homestead and then in the town

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Vestey man said "I'll double your wages
Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand"
Vincent said "Uhuh we're not talking about wages
We're sitting right here till we get our land"
Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
"You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow!"
Vince said "If we fall others are rising

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiari boarded an aeroplane
Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
And daily he went round softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men from all walks of life

And Vincent sat down with big politicians
"This affair", they told him, "it's a matter of state
Let us sort it out, your people are hungry"
Vincent said "No thanks, we know how to wait"

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an aeroplane
Back to his country once more to sit down
And he told his people "Let the stars keep on turning
We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns"

Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
'Til one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

That was the story of Vincent Lingiari
But this is the story of something much more
How power and privilege cannot move a people
Who know where they stand and stand in the law

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow