straight from the pages of a rusty old man

do you have work tomorrow?
I know a beach not too far
and it's never too crowded
the forecasts say showers
but they're often wrong

drink red wine and smoke
and lie in the sun...
then when it gets dark
just take the ferry home



it's four AM and raining
I'm trying to get some sleep
thinking about my life
and these girls I met on the street

but now it's time to leave them
and I make my way outside
chasing rainbows in the dirt
seeing shadows in the snow


when I sang my first song
to the river alone
it was like she could hear me calling
she burst out her banks
deprived man of his throne
and signed me a golden letter

when I told my passion
to my very first kiss
she held me hostage for years
it's hard to admit
that a love such as this
should be my only poison

when I saw myself
in the God up above
I just couldn't keep writing
this vision it seems
to fit like a glove
and I fear I can never go home

the queen of hearts

the queen of hearts
sends her well wishes
but always leaves her clothes on

good night
the sharks await
all I have left
dead memories

I need a drink
or a diabetic
yeast infection

pity...

fucking gypsies

I'd like to piss in
that sweet anna lee's
pretty little mouth

then I'd tell the gov'nor
and any fucker who asks
my name and motivation

those dirty gypsies
that bitch anna lee
that stole my wife and children


I hate gypsies. Ever since that fortune teller ruined my love life. I was with this girl, who was with two guys. But the other relationship was dying, until she went and had her fortune told. The gypsy said "You're going to find a man with a white car and a beach-house", which funnily enough fit her other man. You figure out the rest. Fuckers.

pretty camp

a wind chime at the door
a train rumbles past
this isn't love for us
maybe just comfort
she lifts her heavy head
and very slowly stirs
tells me that it's time to go
I've been here far too long

the rens are out tonight

One day I was in Canberra, wasting some time in a park, and I noticed some ren faire dudes were having a picnic. I kept walking on and saw these ninjas playing with staffs. They start scheming and planning as I get closer, making all sorts of gestures..
"You two go around that building, you two from the right,.. and I'll go home."
And so they started moving, somewhat indirectly, towards the rens. So I ran to the rens, hoping for some much-needed action. (Canberra.)
I'm staring intently, the ninjas approaching, the rens picnicing, and their truffle dog just sniffing the ground. I thought I really had a score, four ninjas v eleven rens, it would be a real show.
The ninjas just kept walking though. The two groups converged right near the picnic-ground, and.. just walked straight past. Fuckers.

don't take it from me

will I ever see you again?
we spoke the other day
you ran after realising it was me

god, have I sinned?
"do what you want"
was all he said

so I stalked a chilli girl
but somehow never saw her
now time's ran out
and that chilli girl's already been replaced

dirty maggie

this is a deathtron chevette song. this song is deathtron chevette at her finest.

when jesus saw the water
and he stepped on it so lightly
he met a blind man drowning
with whom he had a fling
(sexual healing!)

sexual healing. all the way down town. gotta get me some. when I'm next around.

the word that came to maggie
when she was on the street
she heard of a man not-kosher
whose loins were sugar sweet
(sugar sweet!)

sexual healing. all the way down town. gotta get me some. when I'm next around.

well maggie she's left handed
at night she couldn't sleep
she prayed the darkness to fall
on bethlehem, second street

sexual healing. all the way down town. gotta get me some. when I'm next around.

when jesus' spirit member
entered shyly the blind man
he begged him for to stay
but jesus just claimed his pay

sexual healing. all the way down town. gotta get me some. when I'm next around.

cath'rine

Cath'rine takes you by the hand
you don't know where you're going
she leads you to her place
reminding you on the way
of all the good times that you had

wake up in the morning
tell me where's the one you love
it's not a sin to be a stranger
when you're all alone

and you can't help but thinking
maybe there's something left
you look out of the window
try to catch your breath
night you're crying to yourself

wake up in the morning
tell me where's the one you love
it's not a sin to be a stranger
when you're all alone

she's a girl with a dream
and she won't say no
just if you asked her
to remember
all the good times you once had