Songs

When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands

I walk treed streets, I watch the sun set
      on this godforsaken mine-camp town
Wake before dawn with a song in my head
      and I have to get it down
If I sing it loud enough will it save my soul
      or will it just make me cry
All I have is this sweet guitar
      and a voice unable to lie

When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands

Tsunami hits the coastline
      Shark-teeth in my gut
and the sociocultural fear: they’re gonna say
      you stupid crazy slut
But Gaia has her gloves off and so do I
      We’re ready to show our strength
Can’t predict what we’re gonna do,
      but we’re abandoning pretence

When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands

If we’re not overwhelmed by the smoke,
      if we don’t burn ourselves to death
Light that joint again and this time let’s inhale
      cos it might be our last breath
Sit beside me, put your face on this breast
      that nothing can surprise
Let me love you ‘til the end of the world
      Just close your weary eyes
Till all that’s left is the secret place
      where your skin touches mine

When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands
When the apocalypse comes to town, I wanna be
      holding your hands

Ian Curtis / Joy Division
Ian Curtis / Joy Division
This is a song about alienation

Joy Division / Joy Division
Electric face / Driven bass
Driven space / Electric chase
Anyone could dance to that transmission
Anyone could lose control…
but then you go home to your alienation
Alienation / Alienation…
Alienation

Ian Curtis had a family
Ian Curtis had epilepsy
Ian Curtis had a family, but he had poetry and alienation
Alienation / Alienation
Alienation / Alienation
He had a lover / He had a wife
He had a lover and he had a wife
And his wife / had a child
Ah but his lover was dark and wild…

Ian Curtis / Joy Division
Ian Curtis / Alienation
On the frame / above the stove
where his wife / dried the clothes
was a strong / hemp rope
and one night he couldn’t cope with his alienation
Alienation / Alienation
Alienation / Alienation
Alienation Alienation Alienation Alienation…

Electric face / Driven bass
Driven space / Electric chase
Anyone could dance to that transmission
Anyone could lose control
Ian Curtis lost control — he lost control of his alienation
Alienation / Alienation
Alienation / Alienation…
Alienation.

If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with yeah.

If you were here I might have someone to hang with.
We could sit by the library, eat a real sandwich
then we could go to Perth Poetry Club
and get some non-virtual Poetry Stuff

If you were here, I’d have someone to walk with
After the gig we could walk around Northbridge
Late at night when even The Moon is closed
We could wander around in our pretentious clothes
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with yeah.

If you were here it would be no big deal
to just call you up and see how you feel
We could go see a punk band, hear some electro
Watch Tomas Ford do his one-man freak-show
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with yeah.

If you were here we’d spend all of my money
If you were here you still wouldn’t wanna fuck me
But we could sit on the wall beside Platform 9
and talk about music and people and time
You’d come back to my place and drink all my beer
Collapse on my couch and sleep for a year!
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with yeah
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with
If you were here I’d have someone to dance with yeah.

Sweet spiced honey wine, here he comes on his wings
Into my night with all of his things
His prayer-flags and faces and perfect lies
His old shoes and new rags, his shirts and his ties

Sweet
spiced honey wine
His words
for my mouth
A smoke
that I can breathe

His absence is blackness: desolate black
His presence is blackness: resonant black
Statuesque space-filling standupstraight black
Slays me, flays me, betrays me, repays me

Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me

Sweet
spiced honey wine
His words
for my mouth
A smoke
that I can breathe

A drink I can take, sweet spiced honey wine,
A stab in my midnight, a vein of divine
Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me