Music

I also write and record songs. Here are a couple of them.

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LITTLE DUCK

A duck will fall in love with a tissue box
If it meets it soon enough
It’s not too fussed with the object
It heeds the impulse

I am just as helpless
Woke one morning cracked in two
With my poor heart aching
For something it barely knew

Little duck, little duck
I’m in the mood for love
Little duck, little duck
I’m in the mood

The drive the creature feels is impersonal
The duck cleaving to your side
Happened by by accident
At just the right time

Little duck, little duck
I’m in the mood for love
Little duck, little duck
I’m in the mood

So if I should bail up
Eyes so soulful, wide and blue
Don’t flip too much to the compliment
Don’t make a big deal out of it
The God I’m doing reverence to
The worship, it is not for you
A duck will fall in love
A duck will fall in love

Little duck, little duck
I’m in the mood for love
Little duck, little duck
I’m in the mood

A duck will fall in love with a tissue box
A duck will fall in love
A duck will fall in love

EVERYONE HAS A GREAT BOYFRIEND

The pool, it seemed so boundless
And I splashed round like a fool
Now I know everyone, and
Everyone has a great boyfriend

Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone
Everyone but me

There were plenty of contenders
But no-one who would do
They all passed on to other rounds, and now
Everyone has a great boyfriend

They’re all settled and centred
They’re all sorted for love
They all go out together
And then they all go home

I had thoughts of getting with them
But really I was bored
Seeking distraction, before
Everyone had a great boyfriend

Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone

The moment that I met them
The timer started down
I scrambled to get in them, and now
Everyone has a great boyfriend

I wagged my little finger
It’s all that I could want
I cocked my leg to spray them
And then I shook it off

The act, it is no conquest
With your flag stuck in the peak
You climb down, turn around, and
Everyone has a great boyfriend

Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone

I could not be happy with them
But it’s hard to resist
The connubial bliss, when
Everyone has a great boyfriend

Everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone
Everyone but me

There are people locked in pashes
All over the dancefloor
No-one’s single any more
Everyone has a great boyfriend

Guitar – Ryan Burrett

I DON’T MIND

Have you got your wallet?
Have you got your keys?
Come around whenever, baby
It was good for me

We met at the pool
And even in the changing room
It was clear there was
Something you were packing

When we followed through
You felt bad for the man at home
You were in a hurry to go

I don’t mind
Leave it at the door
Baby, sometimes
Everyone needs more
I don’t mind

Have you got your wallet?
Have you got your keys?
Come around whenever, baby
It was good for me

He works late at night
And that becomes our alibi
Coming by when he’s
Finished waiting tables

And he opens up
About the deal that he had to cut
With a man he doesn’t want to fuck

I don’t mind
Leave it at the door
Baby, sometimes
Everyone needs more
I don’t mind

And you touch me
‘Cause you’re so unsure
You don’t know what you’re looking for
You thank me
For giving you pleasure
I say

I don’t mind
Leave it at the door
Baby, sometimes
Everyone needs more
I don’t mind

Have you got your wallet?
Have you got your keys?
Come around whenever, baby
It was good for me

YOUR HOMETOWN

It came early in our days
I hadn’t known you long
When you asked me to visit
Your hometown
Your hometown

It was a mark of regard
A sign that I mattered
I wanted to be worthy of it
Your hometown
Your hometown

It’s a place you have left
A place you have outgrown
But a place you return to
Your hometown
Your hometown

And walking its streets
It’s you I’m walking round
My lover’s default landscape
Your hometown
Your hometown

There’s a clue in the rolling hills
There’s a clue in the nearer sky
It’s you that I see in your brother’s face
Me looking through your eyes

My family ties are frayed
Or laid in the ground
I can’t return this present
Your hometown
Your hometown

But it makes me happy
To see how you are bound
So gladly, after all this time to
Your hometown
Your hometown

The night, you like to boast
Is innocent of sound
Lying in your bedroom
In your hometown
Your hometown

And it is a guard
That you have let down
We feel a shyness coming back from
Your hometown
Your hometown

There’s a clue in the crowding trees
There’s a clue in the silver light
It’s you that I see in your brother’s face
Me looking through your eyes

WHAT YOU SAW

You went to work on an ocean liner
Started out at dinner
To be the one that brought together
A table stocked with touring strangers

You danced the dance of every port
In the local costume
You led more than one man into
Feelings for you

What you saw is a lot
There are continents inside you

You started out on a ship to London
A curious Australian
With a suitcase and a brave expression
It didn’t seem like such a risk, then

You stepped ashore in that strange port
Blessed and intrepid
You bent circumstance until it
Yielded to you

What you saw is a lot
And all as a single woman

Is it any wonder
The now is a comedown,
How could it equal that stage –
The heroic scaled down and
Aching for that fabled, golden age

You sleep the sleep of the convalescent
Spend your nights so still and restless
And as the weight of memory presses
It tends to flatten out the present

Your body failed you, part by part
Started to unravel
Your passport expired and your
Travel all done

What you saw is a lot
And it’s not always a comfort

One day, those Aegean gods
Will settle a star upon you
And all of this again
Will be your state