Wednesday, November 14, 2007
All My Friends Are Leaving Brisbane
Margaret & David are reviewing a film
It feels like they were talking to me
I feel homesick, sad and hungry
I miss my Mum & think of things I left behind
My soul and skin is starved for the sunshine and Sunday sessions
For days/nights forgotten and remembered
I miss Brisbane
It feels like they were talking to me
I feel homesick, sad and hungry
I miss my Mum & think of things I left behind
My soul and skin is starved for the sunshine and Sunday sessions
For days/nights forgotten and remembered
I miss Brisbane
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
It is my friend's birthday
It is your birthday soon.
We are no longer friends.
So maybe it's all over
for these two G-Town Audreys
who have sinned against
each other and themselves.
We cringe when we remember.
We sleep another night in silence.
Singing dischordant parts in a song
Where harmony doesn't matter.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Monica.
Happy birthday to you.
We are no longer friends.
So maybe it's all over
for these two G-Town Audreys
who have sinned against
each other and themselves.
We cringe when we remember.
We sleep another night in silence.
Singing dischordant parts in a song
Where harmony doesn't matter.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Monica.
Happy birthday to you.