Side 2 Lyrics

 

Back to Pound Town

Time after Time

 

If I had another you,

 Could I tell her what to do?

 

 Teach her all the  things you knew.

 Would it stop me wanting you?

   

Time after time you keep calling me back to you.

 Time after time and you wonít give it up.

 

If all we did was just the same,

Every thing left as it came to us,

If we were bold  and we would dare,

Could we change  the way we were?

 

 Youíre asking me questions  when I donít have answers,

Telling me things that I donít understand.

But I know that you donít need me now.

 

Farewell to St Kilda

Farewell to St Kilda, farewell to Broadway,
Elwoodís fine boulevard where I used to stay,
Your cakes, drive in grog shop and Thai takeaway,
For Iím far away now in England.

And Iím off now and gone, It didnít take long,
Just long enough for to write you this song,
But when I hear Paul Kelly Iím singing along,
Far away now in England.

 

 

 

 

 

St Kilda

Saw a black man in St Kilda, left a tram in Ackland Street,
A stream across the pavement and a bottle at his feet.

And no-one seemed to see him, the most distinctive man around,
Leather face and ragged denim, grinning back to every frown.

Hitting black notes, only black notes, gaps between the lines,
Black notes, donít look back notes, Itís not your time.

And I felt you leaving me to remember, 
And I felt you leaving me to care.

Long before St Kilda, long before we even came,
Skeletons walking like ghost gums in the rain.
Mornington in Autumn, Philip Island in the dark.
There is fear across the ocean, And there are spiders in the park.

Spinning black notes, only black notes, gaps between the lines.
Black notes, only black notes, Itís not your time.

Spider caught the high ball, Kennett took the kicks.
Sometimes sorry makes it better, most things pity cannot fix.

 

 

Off and Away

I donít know how many times Iíve heard this song sung badly,
Watched the song and singer slide to the floor.
Youíre out there tonight. My heart in flight.
I donít want to hear this music any more.

People here are getting loud now and friendly,
Drinking fit to beat the band to their knees.
Maybe half my age, some boy takes the stage,
Eyes closed. A bit of order now please.

And heís off and gone on the breath of a song,
Riding the story his father came on.
Off and away. Heís almost gone.
Leaving the music to pull me along.

I can still hear every word that you told me,
Right before you climbed on the plane.
Now I hold up my hands. Thatís who I am.
And I know that I would do the same things again.

Iím off and gone on the breath of a song,
Riding the story my father came on.
Off and away. Almost gone.
Only the music to pull me along.

Stop right now, Hold me in your arms.
Stop right now, Never let me go
I have loved you longer than the tide has flowed.

 

Sam the Monkey

Iím Sam the Monkey, I hang around.
Hear them cheer me around the ground.

Iím happy being what I want to be,
Happy just to do it for free,
I bang the drum and people come,
Hope they like what they see.

Iím Sam the Monkey, I hang around.
Hear them cheer me around the ground.

Iím happy being what I want to be,
Happy just to follow the team.
I wear a two-foot smile on my face,
But things are never quite what they seem.

Iím Sam the Monkey, I love a crowd,
Here they come now, getting loud.

One banana, two banana,
Three banana, four,
Thatís all they ever throwed me,
Till they showed me the door.

Iím Sam the Monkey, I hang around,
I see the town I start to pound.
Iím Sam the Monkey, I banged the drum.
Now Iím hiding when they come.

 

Side 1 Lyrics

 

Forever England

Fa la la la la, fa la la la la la la la la.

There is a corner of the windshield
Of a foreign 4 by 4 that is ďForever EnglandĒ,
A ragged flag upon the door
That flutters free without the wind.

Forever England, forever free, Forever flying history.

Thereís din and glare around the square,
As I stop there, the banner flies away from me,
Between a churchyard from the Normans,
And Carnegie giving books away for free.

Forever England, forever free, forever writing history.

The shades of nightclubs on the square are falling fast,
The taxis rolling home to bed.
Shrapnel in their pockets,
Sweet fog of drink around their head.

Forever England, forever free, Forgetting history.

Forever England, forever free,
I came alone but you became a home for me.

Fa la la la la, fa la la la la la la la la.

 

All words and music written by Patrick G. R. Gallagher copyright © Patrick G. R. Gallagher  all rights reserved