Lyrics: As I Go to See Janey

09 July, 2012

And there’s six Spanish sailors
Drifting aimless
Through the moonlit bay
Of sweet Marseilles

And there’s a broken feeling
But nobody’s bleeding
Any secrets
To the night

As I go
To see Janey
She is lonely
In the moonlight
In the churchyard

And the guards are restless
Thinking of the princess
She’s been shivering
Warm evening

And they say she’s dying
And all the men are crying
As they raise the flags
To the wind

As I go
To see Janey
She is lonely
In the moonlight
In the churchyard

To see Janey
She is lonely
In the moonlight
In the churchyard

Thanks Steve G for contributing these lyrics.

Lyrics: Hunger Song

12 September, 2011

I’ve got a hollow inside my stomach
That I can’t seem to fill
With all the things
That I believe

I fill it with mead and I fill it with bread
And I fill it with drink on a
Saturday evening
Till Sunday morning

But I’m still hungry
For something to fill me
Ah, make me whole again
So I won’t be hungry anymore
Anymore

My own neighbour knew wood and skin
He was good with his hands
Always heavy with drinking
My own neighbour

My own neighbour’s wife came home
In the early morning
She grabbed the little girl and
She took off in the half-light
To the Best Western

Now he’s looking for
Something to feel this time
True, give his heaviness
Something involved, oh
Feel this time
True, give his heaviness
Something involved, oh

But if you’re
If you’re coming back
To me lonely
But if you’re coming home
Cold and hungry
I’m gonna die

You’re needing for
You, for my baby
For your whole life
For my lovely
For your fingers, oh

Thanks Steve G and oldfriends for figuring these out.


Lyrics: Months

17 July, 2011


Wake me in the morning
Gon’ wake me up at night
Ain’t got no use for sleeping anymore
Ain’t got enough time
For myself
Or time for my friends
And, and I can’t even write
Just wake me up, it’s fine

Let me go away, Hitch
Away from where we’ve grown
I’ve got dirty and did wandering
Through bars and
Foreign family homes
And I had never have cared
To be alone
Now I just wanna feel
How you would feel
Left at home

Hey Hitch, hey Hitch
I’m coming home
Hey Ma, hey Pa
I’m coming home
Hey J, hey Tree, hey Mel and Graeme*
I’m coming come
Hey Heath, hey Kris
I’m coming home

Well I seen many places
And they all been seen before
I done lost my Jack Luck spirit
I’m goin’ back to Hitch at home

*names of family members: Jared, Katrina, Mel, Graeme, Heath and Kristen.

(Thanks Audrey, Jack and Nick)


Lyrics: Deep Water

23 June, 2011


Green-eyed looker, it always pains me to see
Hollowed out picture of skin and bone
The strangest stranger that I ever did meet
Oh and I guess I ain’t that old

She came on strong with her own confidence
Made you sweat in your cotton, though it’ll breathe (?)
The cruelest behaviour ain’t born or mined (?)
Feel her shell should just go and down the wine (?)

It’s deep water, driving rain
And all I can remember is a cold
Another burned out lover who was begging to leave
She said “why wouldn’t you tie your soul to me?”

Took all I had in my waiting cell (?)
And a little of what I just don’t know
But I got my thinking up to where I fell
And I let the memories of my lovers die

It’s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light
Time fade burns, most would know
Took the hand of the, the woman I love
Now I am sure I’m gonna make her my own

It’s the deep water, the driving rain
I’m making a shelter of my own
When Jesus comes he’s gonna eat with me
And he’s gonna find our children old

Got a road all laid out and trenched
And mined enough for a walking pace (?)
It seems so different from where I’ve come
Oh Lord I’d love to see that, that place again

With its deep water, mountain range
Full of those hard living kind
Petrol stations and a copper mine
The kind of place I think I could die

(see also the chords here)

Some website stats

09 June, 2011

I’ll try not to bore you with this type of thing too often but I thought it was interesting that ‘land of the bloody unknown lyrics’ is now the top search query for this site. (The list shows what people type into google to get to pages on this site).


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Lyrics: My Baby

05 May, 2011

My baby, working at the coffee shop
She said she never would again
I’m sorry baby, things never worked out
The way they should have back then

Her daddy taught her everything
His daddy taught him
She comes down slow from the mountain fall
And I’m her sea

Her mother
Tried several times
To leave her husband
And house behind

Pretty lady holds my gaze beneath
The mulberry tree
With hair like the morning
She comes with fiery cavalry

She knows just what to do with
The tear in my sleeve
Her tailor’s hands gone to work
In the night while I sleep

And in the morning
It’s good as new
I slip it over
My shoulder

And in the morning
I feed her dogs
With a buck in my pocket
Make my way home


Lyrics: Land of the Bloody Unknown

05 May, 2011

There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
When I woke up with you in the morn
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
The night my true love was born

There’s a minstrel singing of the holy dove
On the mountain of old St Jerome
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
When the stars bear down from their throne
And the old southern cross is shown
And it points down the sad road home
To the land of the bloody unknown

I heard that your mother took off in the fall
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
I heard you whispering to yourself last night
She’ll be coming home some day soon

Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
And just like the sin in my soul
It is never ever ever ever coming out
While the stars bear down from their throne
And the old southern cross is shown
And it points down the sad road home

To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
And the bride washing up on the shore
I could never really dance that well
I can’t raise the flags or ring them bells
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
To the land of the bloody unknown

There’s a black dog watching over me in my sleep
And I stir just to toss him the bone
There’s a red moon rising on the hills tonight
Where the stars bear down from their throne
And the old southern cross is shown
And it points down the sad road home