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I Loved Delaney
03:59
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I Loved Delaney
I loved Delaney though I'm not sure she loved me
She left me drifting like a boat upon the sea
And then she'd call me back to the shore
When she thought, perhaps she wanted more
We danced in circles though she turned a sweeter step
She said move one way I went right and she moved left
Slipped away all care and no concern
Round the circle cutting in 'till her return
I could never know her secrets, all were unconfessed
Many wounds were open and casually left undressed
Oh Delaney, I loved you like a sin
Now it's over and there's just time to begin
Understandings and meanings missed
Other cheeks offered instead
Opportunities through fingers slipped
Open letters left unread
Mostly at night-time I calculate the cost
See through the darkness all the love that has been lost
Slipped away all care and no concern
"Till the morning when the verdict is returned
I could never make her happy, I could only make her smile
She never told the truth but still put me on trial
Oh Delaney, I loved you like a sin
Now it's over and there's just time to begin
© JAMESONGS 2019
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Payback
05:00
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Payback
I'm still shaking from my last fix
Soaked in sweat and rage
Trapped within my thoughts and room
A prison inside a cage
Wounded and strung out
With nothing left to loose
And people who have debts to pay
You borrow shit piss it away
Are heading for a judgment day
If that's the path you choose
Think i took too many right turns
'Till I had nothing left
My woman and my children gone
Broken and bereft
I picked the shattered pieces up
And buried them in ice
But I could not reassemble them
My hands would shake and tremble them
You held me still I remember when
When settled on a price
And now it's time for payback
I'm calling in the loans
And kicking down your front door
With names and sticks and stones
It's too late to beg for mercy
It's too late to cry for help
When the debts payed out
There can be no doubt
That you brought this on yourself
Well we we had one thing in common
I guess that was the point
And we followed that black dog around
From joint to stinking joint
I had nothing to give you
But you took it all the same
And then left me here to stew and steam
To text and curse and spit and scream
You left me here to plot and scheme
And figure out the game
I organised the action
So as not to seem suspect
I wanted people I could trust
But not need to respect
I gave them clear instructions
And a list of my demands
They threatened and they wounded
But left with empty hands
I'm still shaking from the judgement
And the years that lay ahead
Trapped within my thoughts and cell
A prison inside my head
I pointed out the markers
Each and every sign
A family that was torn apart
An older brother lithe and smart
A broken mind a broken heart
But in the end the fault was mine
And now it's time for payback
The loans have been called in
Eyes and teeth have been exchanged
And summaries begin
It's too late to beg for mercy
It's too late to cry for help
When the debts payed out
There can be no doubt
That I brought this on myself
© JAMESONGS 2019
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Running on Hyde
04:58
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Running on Hyde Street
I was running on Hyde street or hiding on run
Running and hiding from what I can't tell
When up in the distance the cop cars were circle
Like seagulls outside the Victoria hotel
The cinema sun hung low in the sky
I looked straight ahead and went to run through
She held up her hand and beckoned me round
The officer dressed all in yellow and blue
My heart was pounding my breath was short
Anxiety exhaustion same chain different gears
Blood on the footpath and covered in towels
Lay a thousand heartaches crying a million tears
I run across Hyde street and down to the gardens
Across freshly mown lawns beside well kept beds
I wonder what killed that man on the footpath
The story was taking a shape in my head
I think he was homeless or harmless or hopeless
Looking for shelter or a smoke to share
I climbed heartbreak hill and I couldn't help thinking
Will anyone miss him will anyone care
One persons torment's another's entertainment
There's a show in watching someones fears
It's the schadenfreude that fills the void
With a thousand heartaches crying a million tears
I passed Seddon station where people were waiting
Shuffling away from places they dwell
The cops had completed their investigation
As the doors opened up the Victoria hotel
There's pleasure in looking at someones misfortune
You can see it on line mist the porn and the glam
But I never discovered his sad situation
The tragic story of one lonely man
There for grace of God go you or I
The innocent victim of too many beers
You trip and you stumble and crack your life open
Spill a thousand heartaches crying a million tears
© JAMESONGS 2015
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The Battle For Wilson Street
I’m living on Wilson Street down by the line,
Where old Mrs Murphy spent most of her time.
They tore down her house and they might tear down mine,
Now they’re drawing up plans that I think are a crime.
Our street ain’t too pretty and it sure ain’t too proud,
The planes can be noisy the trains can be loud.
You could move in tomorrow you know that’s allowed,
Just live on the ground and not up in a cloud.
Oh Yarraville what can we do,
The folks with the money are rolling on through.
Maybe Mar would but I wouldn’t would you,
Put a size 14 foot in a size 7 shoe.
The parcel of land at the end of my street,
Is buzzing like bees for the honey is sweet.
The di has been cast but the round ain't complete,
If we don’t stand up now then we’re bound for defeat.
Yarraville village you’re the jewel of the west,
Of the towns by the Yarra you’re the one they named best.
But the times are a changing and the future looks vexed,
Better make your stand now ‘cause your street may be next.
The houses are built and they're 3 stories high
Foam bricks and render reach up to the sky
John wanted four floors but we called his bluff
VCAT said three stories high was enough
© JAMESONGS 2015
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James Wakeling Melbourne, Australia
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