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These lyrics are © Dave Walker & The Blue Moon Lodge.

Mist in the Morning

Mist in the morning

Rain in the evening

Wry smile on granddad’s face

Looks like the bankman, sometimes like the hangman

Gonna stay away again

My family has been working so hard,

To make ends meet on the land

Each drop of sweat and every sacrifice

Is sittin in the hands of the big man

We keep on changin just to make ends meet

All we hope for now is to fall on our feet

Grandad says one good year is all we need

We’re waitin for the man upstairs and a little bit of seed

Suits and ties round a for sale sign

Years of work been swapped for the minimum price

Seven hungry mouths to feed with one more on the way

Now Dad’s gone into town

To find a place to stay

When I Remember When

When I head back to my home town to catch up with old friends

The well worn path is overgrown with people I don’t get

I know that time keeps marching on and things don’t stay the same

The things I hold close to my heart will never come this way, again.

Chorus:

And I wonder where the old folks went who called this town a home

Made themselves a peaceful life worked fingers to the bone

The Super 8 camera in my mind takes me to a different time

Things were so much simpler then

When I remember when

The farming man and the mining man have long since gone away

The dirt they worked beneath my feet still looks the same

A deep foundation, never changing bears a shifting load

It’s all that’s left of what I knew and the memories I hold

You know history’s been written here since 1839

The city brothers smile and say the old town’s doing fine

No matter how they change this place, my heart will always be

By the Tullaroop Creek just on dusk as the sun sinks through the trees

Brophy’s Tent

Fred was the man, he lined them up, he looked like Johnny Cash,

Spruiking all the folks to come and watch the nightly stoush

The only fights I saw up there were under Brophy’s lights.

Two tough men going to toe to toe and the crowd was wound up tight

Sawdust and the nervous sweat was mingled on the ground

A young bloke from Victoria came out to have a crack

Fred paired him up with a bloke his size, rang the bell

and then stepped back.

Punch for punch an even match, trading leaden blows.

The southerner got the sixty, a swollen eye and a broken nose.

I was talking to him later over one or two cold beers.

His eye looked like a football, but he was full of four X cheer

We found out later on that night that he wasn’t feeling flash

So The Royal Flying Doctor Service made their mercy dash

Sunday morning comes around and we were bleary eyed,

The Brophy tent stood tall and still beneath a clear blue sky.

The images of Aussie boxers painted on the walls told the passer by that here, the mighty never fall.

CLEAR BLUE SOUTHERN SKY

The waters running down

the moon lit dusty street

Wonders from the sky

Falling down in sheets

We rolled in down the

muddy wet dusty road

Hauling music as the load

Turned the corner

hit the water

Chorus

Beneath the clear blue sky

Sun then rain then shine

This great big sunburnt land

A place when memories collide

For you and I

Underneath the stars

Heatwave and a flood

Four seasons in one day

Sky’s blue and black as mud

From the desert to the Cape

Blankets from the sky

The clouds were hull above

And I was swimming down below

Towns are flooding in the South

And in the East

Northern bushfires

Can’t control the beast

DUE NORTH FROM MARREE

The mountains chiselled against the sky

Rubble and old railway lines

Breakfast in Parachilna

The flies got smaller and the ants got bigger

Scattered settlers’ huts; look like they belong

Spring from the scrub to cast order in the stones

And an eagle soars above Deception Creek

Cattle grids & floodways in the soaring heat

CHORUS:

And the road goes on forever, out in front and to the side

If it wasn’t for the tyre grooves we could be going wide

They reckon that the road’s as good as it’ll be

We’re cruising up due north from Marree

The white haze lessens the horizon

They say there’s rain the other side of Mungerannie

Diamonds on the road they beg to differ

They’re showing off the sun above and below

The only type of shrub is lying low

The mustard coloured fog it envelopes the road

Dry windy heat gets right inside you

Compacted dirt jars the body not the soul

Dusty Guitar

I ventured down the musical highway last night

There were scattered wrecks who used to dream and play and laugh and sing

But they decided on the safety of their tangibility and a day job.

While a beautiful guitar gathers dust in a far-forgotten corner of their brick veneer home, somewhere in suburbia.

CHORUS:

Everybody’s got a story to tell, and I know you remember just when you fell

So I’m thinkin all those dusty guitars should be played tonight.

Ten thousand stories of the first time that you held her

Your eyes would shine like mercury for her touch and smell

And the cold day in hell when you dust it off and play a chord

You’re a passenger in time or just a memory.

{Don’t fight the break of dawn, look out your window I’ll be gone}

I met a man who held some banknotes in his hand

And he shrank the room deep in consolation

He said envy’s just a coin’s toss you know there is no pity lost

This is just an energy; just like what you’re feelin’

Forgotten Man

Why can’t anyone hear me screaming?

It’s so loud in my head

People just walking past can’t they see me

Reaching out for a little help

CHORUS:

One bad decision, a left when I should have gone right.

Taken all I’ve got my home, my kids, my wife

Ever since this mess began

I’m jumping at a shadow of myself – I’m a forgotten man

So cold with the rain on the window

I’m looking in, but they’re not looking out

Another man is living the life I once had

Brown paper bottle helping me work it all out

Night time, lonely time I feel my time is up

Huddle in the alleyway, nothing is right

This rattlin cough goes through me like a train

Don’t wanna die but I can’t stop this driving rain

Going Home

I faded into sight today

Betrayed by more than time

You know that is seems to me that I’ve done all that I could and all that I should

CHORUS:

You never say to much, when your lonely world spins round and round on you

Welcome to Your New Life, watch it from the window, the window round the corner

If what you want is gone, gone gone baby I will take you there

Going Home

Driving past the factories, hiding their indignities

You say there is still beauty in decay

You look to me for proof, I shake my head and say, no way

Listening to You

It’s an ill wind that blows no good

When it falls from the mouths of those who should

Know better, be stronger and be true to themselves

Just a little bit longer.

I’m stuck in the middle with an ear for both sides

And I’m trying to work out when they will decide

If I’m good or I’m bad

If I’m happy or I’m sad

And even if I know, my own family

CHORUS:

And the Northerly is blowin’

The south wind is knowin’

What the east and west are going to do

And I turn into myself, I put ego on the shelf

I’m looking at him, but I’m listening to you.

When one wind dies down and rests for the night

Another direction will take its place in time

And as we all know, each wind brings its own

Decisions, revisions

Memories are bought and sold

So I try to get away, I lock me inside my heart

Take stock of what I know and then try to discard

The people in my life who do me no good

Everything & anything that flies in the face of my soul

MAKE YOU STAY TONIGHT

This is just a thought come real to get you on the track

Lovelight shines on a happy place while the things you knew got back

Took a chance with what you knew would lift the settling fog.

You know I’m not the perfect man, but the fleas come with the dog.

CHORUS:

In for a penny, in for a pound

The fox is in the henhouse scratching around

Just a country boy trying to make his way,

To win your heart and make you stay tonight

She is oh so dangerous when she’s caught in between

Fundamental timelines well they keep my channels clean

There’s living true and keeping well and listening to your heart

And no good way to ditch the horse and climb into the cart

The tales were tall and some were true until she ran aground.

Cos’ words are just agendas wrapped up in a silver cloud

She likes purple, I like green and that’s as simple as it should be

When time comes calling you’re better off keeping it free

PINNAROO QUARANTINE

The yellow moon sat pregnant over the misty field

The highway was wide open and the moonlight wouldn’t yield

A murder of crows hopped languidly from something’s last mistake

Shiny black feathers; mile markers,

Ever west we went

Rocks sprang up like nature’s temple as far as we could see

The big ship got three bridges to seal his victory,

By knocking over Englishman in an English land.

The ashes in my eye don’t lie, I knew just what it meant.

CHORUS

We had enough on board to keep us gone for many a country mile

There was no prior warning we were plundered with a smile

The things we lost made us want to start some kind of fight

But the border patrol are dining in style tonight

The Perkins family born and bred in a town they call Cowangie

Their pride and joy was a little boy, goes by the name of Larry.

He conquered the hill and he drove the roads in every type of car.

And earned himself a sign reserved for the special shooting star.

The swans sat on the postcard glass as we tried to change our mood,

Wondering what we were gonna do now we’d lost most of our food

We drove along the river banks and irrigated green

Pull on over and hitch a ride on the Murray River Queen

The people out in Waikerie well they build their towers tall,

No ivory or parapets will ever make them fall

They feel the need for a feeble feed to sanctify the TV,

The heartlands of the wet lagoon and miles of orange trees.

Talking to the Sun

I’ve seen it on the faces in the rain,

They’re lookin like there’s nothing left to say

Just checking me into pity,

Looking for a place to hide away

You swap your high heels for the sneakers

And the sultry smiles for some feelers

You lost your serendipity

You’re still trying to convince me

CHORUS:

You’re still talking to the sun

Making waves with no one

And I’m sitting on a real, real time

That I’m just about to have

You were always scared of summertime

You saw a sinking paradise abide

While we talked around in riddles

With the tall man who lives right on the edge

I never said that you’d complete me

And I never wanted space to defeat me

While you kept your eyes lowered

And the road you took embraced you

And how you let it saturate you