Chop
(Faulkner)

You’re beautiful, don’t you know?
This wonderful inner glow.
I want you to feel it too,
Here’s the thing that you should do:
Charlie Pride is just outside
To take you for a ride.

I can’t cop too much chop,
Somebody starts copping it.
Out on top, yeah, too much chop,
I’ve gotta start stopping it soon.
Soon. Soon.
I’ve gotta stop soon.

One minute you’re white as chalk
Then suddenly you must talk.
Tell me all about yourself:
You can think of nothing else.
All you know is you’re on show,
Let everybody blow.

I can’t cop too much chop,
Somebody starts copping it.
Out on top, yeah, too much chop.
I’ve gotta start stopping it soon.
Soon. Soon.
I’ve gotta stop real soon.
Soon. Soon.
I gotta stop soon.

Shut it up. Shut it!
Shut it up. Shut it!
Just keep your big mouth closed.
Shut it up. Shut it!
You’re getting up my nose.
Shut it up. Shut it!
Just keep it closed.

Feeling fine, just get in line
If you are a friend of mine.
Here’s your sleigh, it’s Christmas Day,
And everything’s okay.
Everything’s okay.

It’s okay.

I can’t cop, yeah!
too much chop.
I’ve gotta stop, gotta stop!
Out on top, hey, too much chop.
I’ve gotta stop real soon.
Soon. Soon.
I’ve gotta stop real soon.
Soon. Soon.
I’ve gotta stop real soon.
I can’t cop it.
Too much, too much…

Sour Grapes
(Faulkner)

You get a lot of that now,
You get a lot of that nowadays.
People putting you down
‘Cause they’re sucking on sour grapes.
They oughta know by now
Can’t they get it through their heads I am not what they think that I am?
Oughta know by now
Can’t they get it through their heads I am not what they think?

Even though their sights are low I’m keeping my aim high.
Let them go, run your own show and keep your powder dry.

They say it takes all kinds
But to me it seems such a waste
‘Cause it’s the bitterest kind of wine,
I don’t know how they can stand it’s taste.

They oughta know by now
I ain’t gonna jump through hoops just to please anyone anyhow.
Oughta know by now
I ain’t gonna jump through hoops just to please anyone.

Even though their sights are low I’m keeping my aim high.
They don’t know their eyes are closed but mine are open wide.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Ah, yeah.

They oughta know by now
I ain’t gonna lose much sleep wondering when they’ll wake up to themselves.
They oughta know right now
I ain’t gonna lose much sleep wondering when they’ll wake up.
When will they wake up?

Even though their sights are low I’m keeping my aim high.
Let them go, run your own show and keep your powder dry.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.

Nothing’s Changing My Life
(Faulkner)

Like taking candy from a little girl,
It’s not hard to make me cry.
There is no Santa Claus or Tinkerbell
Making magic in my life.
(Can you be content where you are?)
I wanna try everything at least once in my life.
(Don’t you think you’ve gone a bit far?)
Why, never mind, in a little while you know I might
Change my mind.

Nothing’s changing my life,
I think I’d better change my mind.
Nothing’s changing my life,
I feel a bit left behind.
Nothing’s changing my life
But they’re changing the times,
Nothing is changing mine.

I have no patience for the common man
But that isn’t you or me.
The commonplace I’ve heard of secondhand
And that’s where we’ll never be.
(Don’t you think you’ve gone a bit far?)
I wanna be truly open for once in my life.
(When you fall it’s gonna be hard!)
I disagree, I’ve been hoping if I get the chance
I won’t think twice.

Nothing’s changing my life,
I think I’d better change my mind.
Nothing’s changing my life,
I feel a bit left behind.
Nothing’s changing my life
But they’re changing the times,
Nothing is changing mine.

Don’t say that it’s all I deserve.
Someday I’m gonna summon the nerve
And face you unafraid
And call a spade a spade
And not just stand and wait
Expecting to serve.

Nothing’s changing my life.
Nothing’s changing my life.
Nothing’s changing my life
But they’re changing the times,
Nothing is changing mine.
Nothing’s changing my life,
I think I’d better change my mind.
Nothing’s changing my life,
I feel a bit left behind.
Nothing’s changing.
But they’re changing the times,
Nothing is changing…
They’re not changing.

#17
(Faulkner)

May I remind you,
May I remind you that you are through
Being the fresh blood (face).
Everyone’s seen the tricks you get up to.

It’s so nice, it’s so cold:
Your #17.
It’s so soft, it’s so bold:
Your #17.

You have a taste for
Something you liked so very long ago.
Nothing can equal
Blazing a trail through fields of virgin snow.

It’s so warm, it’s so sweet:
Your #17.
It’s so firm, it’s so neat:
Your #17.

You feel cold,
You’re a whiter shade of pale.
Truth be told:
Hellhounds on your trail.
There goes your final nail.

Love is a strange bird,
Taking us places we can never dream.
Hard to imagine
How does it feel in someone else’s skin?

It’s so cruel, it’s so new:
Your #17.
It’s so fresh, it’s all through:
Your #17.

You’ve been told,
It was in a silent way,
You’re too old
To go on this way.
You really should behave
Or face an early grave.

There ain’t a damn thing
I’ll ever say to make you change your mind.
So take your fancy
Knowing tomorrow is another time.

It’s so nice, it’s so cold:
Your #17.
It’s so soft, it’s so bold:
Your #17.
It’s so warm, it’s so sweet:
Your #17.
It’s so firm, it’s so neat:
Your #17. Your #17.
Your #17. Your #17.
Your #17. Your #17.

Domino
(Faulkner)

I’m getting out of here (move up a gear now),
I’ve gotta get away.
That’s it! It’s quitting time, I’ll split to find me
A bit of space to play.

Domino, I’m packed and ready to go.

Nothing can stop me now: I’m gonna opt out,
I won’t be coming back.
No-one’ll miss me here, I’m disappearing
And heading down the track.

Domino, I’m packed and ready to go.
Domino, we should be hitting the road.

Just last Saturday, I was pretty shattered,
A Church Of Latter Day Saints man at my door:
Now, need I say more?
He’s bible-bashing me in the old fashion,
He’s still rehashing the cause of ancient strife.
So, call me next life.

Domino, I’m packed and ready to go.

What, me worry? I’m in no big hurry.
My time is not money so I’ve got lots to spend.
I’m starting a trend.
We’ll always treasure these moments together,
It’s been a real pleasure to get to know you well.
Let’s find a motel.

So that’s where it’s at, I’ve had it with the rat race:
It’s paradise or bust!
I’m loose as a goose, to follow me, it’s useless,
You won’t see me for dust.

Domino, I’m packed and ready to go.
Domino, we should be hitting the road.
Domino, I’m packed and ready to go.
Domino.
Domino oh oh.

When You Get To California
(Faulkner)

I used to think I was on my own.
I used to think I was fully grown.
Yeah, well everyone thinks they’ve got it down cold
And I guess I’m like anyone,
But that was before I was unknown.

You’ll know when you get to California,
Darling Clementine, it’s a state of mind.
You’ll know when you get to California,
Freedom’s in the air and it’s waiting there.

The life that I had back in New York
Was happy enough, or so I always thought.
Yeah, I made a new friend who opened my eyes
To what’s inside of everyone
And now I can see I was all talk.

You’ll know when you get to California.
Darling Clementine, it’s a state of mind.
You’ll know when you get to California.
Freedom’s in the air and it’s waiting there.
You’ll know when you get to California,
And while the planets turn I’m gonna live –
And I’ll learn.

Yeah, well everyone thinks they’ve got it down cold
And I guess I’m like anyone
But that was before I was unknown.

You’ll know when you get to California,
Darling Clementine, it’s a state of mind.
You’ll know when you get to California,
Freedom’s in the air and it’s waiting there.
You’ll know when you get to California,
And while the planets turn I’m gonna live –
And I’ll learn.

When you get to California.
California.

You’ll know when you get to California,
And while the planets turn I know I’m gonna live.

This One’s For The Ladies
(Shepherd)

She’s the Sweetheart of the Inner West
And it would be my pleasure,
To make her very happy
But she’s someone else’s treasure,
Well ain’t a fella bound to dream
Of when this life was leisure?
She’s forgotten who I am.

You say you had no choice
The timbre of her voice
What diabolic noise!
My friend, you’re mocking fate
You took the bait.

Guilty admission, the power of suggestion
Never an answer to follow the question
This one is for the ladies.

The face you recognise
The phosphorescent lies
The superficial prize
She won’t require proof
Ain’t that the truth.

What if you were left behind?
What if she would change her mind?
Yes, her deep commitment stings
People say the darndest things.

The burning in your bones
The monumental jones
It’s abstract to conceive
Thus: Rosabelle, believe.

Guilty admission, the power of suggestion
Never an answer to follow the question
So without exception-
This one is for the ladies…yeah…

Girls On Top
(Faulkner)

Girls on top, boys are not.
If the kitchen gets too hot
Get out while you’ve got the chance.
Who’s wearing the pants?

Girls on top, boys are not.
And while you’re still in shock
She’s booking the honeymoon.
Prepare for your doom
According to Mills and Boon.

She is your friend,
I’ll say it again:
She is your friend,
But where will it end?

Understand: you’re a man,
She has got the upper hand.
You’d better be on your guard,
She’s making it hard
And she’s holding all the cards.

She is your friend,
I’ll say it again:
She is your friend,
But where will it end?

Now where will it end?

Girls on top, Boys are not.
And now the penny’s dropped
Try taking it on the chin.
Yeah, you’d better give in
And maybe you’ll save your skin.

She is your friend,
I’ll say it again:
She is your friend.
I’ll say it again,
Yeah, I’ll say it again:
She is your very best friend
But where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end?

Dead Sea
(Faulkner)

I saw God on the mountain
In some burning bushes.
I heard God in the desert
In a cave of whispers.
Moving over the water,
Gathering the fishes.
Watching sheep in the meadow
While the shepherds slumbered.

I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.

People reading The Bible
Like it’s holy scripture.
Taking words out of context,
Now devoid of meaning.
Using heaven for hatred –
Almost universal.
Ignorance is The Devil,
Knowledge was the first sin.

I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.
I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.

Why won’t anyone listen
When the Prophet’s talking?
No more miracle-makers,
Not since television.
Damned to live in the present,
This eternal moment.
Blessed gift of existence,
Clinging to a mystery.

I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.
I know it really means nothing.
I know it never can…
It never can happen.

I know.

Isolation
(Faulkner)

What’s your pleasure? Throw the dice.
Name your poison, name your price.
Public figure – secret vice.
Infotainment sacrifice.

Whatever do you want?
We’ll give you what you want.
We’ll give you what you want.
Whatever do you want?
You want – we give!
We give – you want!

You from me: isolation!
Quarantine: isolation!
Refugee: isolation!
Apathy: isolation!

Feed the hungry: give ’em cake!
Suck the nipple of the state.
Are you happy, safe at home,
All-consuming on your own?

Whatever do you want?
We’ll give you what you want.
We’ll give you what you want.
Whatever do you want?
You want – we give!
We give – you want!

You from me: isolation!
Quarantine: isolation!
Refugee: isolation!
Apathy: isolation!

Isolation.
Penetration.
All across the united nations.
Isolation.
Penetration.
All across the united nations.

Constant washing of the brain
Keeps the people entertained.
March of progress, art of war.
Welcome back to feudal law.

Whatever do you want?
We’ll give you what you want.
We’ll give you what you want.
Whatever do you want?
You want – we give!
We give – you want!

You from me: isolation!
Quarantine: isolation!
Refugee: isolation!
Apathy: isolation!
You from me. Quarantine.
Refugee. Apathy.

Isolation.
Penetration.
All across the united nations.
Isolation.
Penetration.
All across the united nations.

The Mighty Have Fallen
(Faulkner)

We were talking and remarking
The mighty have fallen.
They’re knocking ’em down.
Open season, there’s just no pleasin’,
It’s practically treason
To win in this town.

I never wanted to be
Part of their petit bourgeoisie.
How low, how low,
How low can you go?
How low, how low,
How low can you go?

Bad relations, sad occasions.
Unfriendly persuasion –
“Just look at the time!”
False impressions, endless questions.
The least indiscretions
Are capital crime.

Though you’re important to me
You don’t get open sesame.
How low, how low,
How low can you go?
How low, how low,
How low can you go?

But you’re no better than me.
Don’t tell me how it’s meant to be.
How low, how low,
How low can you go?
How low, how low,
How low can you go?
How low, how low,
How low can you go?
How low, how low,
How low can you go?

The Good Son
(Faulkner)

Oh, man! He’s such a good son.
Mama, see what your fine boy’s done:
Killer, murdered that bad man.
Got caught. Wasn’t that sad?
Wasn’t that real sad?

What a good, good son!
Hold on, hold on.
The good one.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold On!

See him on television,
Watch him being dragged to prison.
Poor boy! Lawyers have framed him.
Fifteen seconds of fame,
Thinks we’ll know his name.

What a good, good son!
Hold on, hold on.
A good one.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on.
People, hold on!
Hold on.

He said he was sorry, he could not help it.
They told him, “Don’t worry, you’ll make it out one day.
Yeah, one day.
Enjoy your time in Long Bay!”

“Hey, boy! Was that a good book?”
Cellmate’s giving you a long, hard look.
Dahmer, you’re in his fanclub.
You’re sad – wrong in the head!
Might be better off dead.

What a good, good son!
Hold on, hold on.
A good one.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on.
People, hold on!
Hold on.

Penelope’s Lullaby
(Shepherd)

Softly drift away
My little sleepy head
Make a secret wish
You’re safe and warm in bed
Here’s a tiny kiss
I’m here to tuck you in

Fall asleep…

Stars and fairy dust
Are jewels upon the sky
Dance beyond the clouds
You’re like a firefly
Sweetly now I sing
A gentle lullaby

Fall asleep…

It is time now that all good girls and boys
Close their eyes, and dream…

Set your cares afloat
Across the Milky Way
For tomorrow is
Another lovely day
But for now, goodnight
And softly drift away

Fall asleep…