Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing.
Reprinted with permission.

DANCE (YOU STUPID MONSTER TO MY SOFT SONG)
(Mountfort)


I'VE GOT A PLAN
(Bridie)

I've got a plan
Let's take off in the blue station wagon
And find the open road to salvation
Away from here

I've got a plan
Change the patterns that I form a lot
Not try to be something that I'm not
That I'm not

I've got another plan, this time it will work
I've got another plan, this time it will work
Or I'll be struck down, struck down

Yeah I got a plan
I could start thinking more about you
And not just about the dumb things that we do
There's endless talking here
It's not worth you wasting your while
Cos you say one thing in darkness
And another when it's light
And you end up without moving for the best part of three days

I've got a plan
How about we fly across the desert at sundown
Then drink malt whiskey until the sun it comes back up again

Don't hold your head down just because things get mediocre
It doesn't mean that they're half bad, they're bad

I've got another plan, this time it will work
I've got another plan, this time It will work
Or I'll be struck down, struck down

THROWING IT AWAY
(Bridie)

I'm walking down the road where the car yards end
There's bright flags waving in the air
But it don't seem like much of a party here
I don't think so

Whilst this man's selling Amway to all his friends
She's been chasing cosmic thrills
Is someone pulling faces from up above?
I don't think so

Maybe it's all in the way that we strive to be rich
It seems like every last one for themselves
Every last one for themselves

And we're just throwing it away
Oh well, we had something here
But you never know quite what you've got
Until the other mob comes and takes the whole machinery away

If you drive around this city for days on end
The streets all start to look the same
And reason is asleep in this big fat town
Well I think so

Maybe, we're falling asleep
Maybe, we've lost it, and we won't get it back
Maybe it's all in the way that we strive to be rich
You know its every last one for themselves

And we're just throwing it away
Oh well we bad something here
But you never know quite whet you've got
Until the other mob comes and takes the whole machinery away

GREEN KEEPING
(Bridie/Phillips)

THE OLD YEARS
(Bridie)

Watch the round bright moon rise
Over the pale blue bay
And maybe I'll return to here
When I'm old and grey

But perhaps I'll just be stupid
And not all calm and wise
Perhaps I won't be satisfied
Just a little weary in my eyes

You got to break your neck to see
A star shine in this yard
You got to break your neck to see
A star shine in this yard

I'd like to have a good friend
To laugh away the years
Remember how we buggered up
And how we broke down

You got to break your neck to see
A star shine in this yard
You got to break your neck to see
A star shine in this yard

And if we wasted this adventure
And if we stay still for too long

You got to break your neck to see
A star shine in this yard
You got to break your neck to see
A star shine in this yard

SONG FROM UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS
(Magazine)

I am angry
I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
But the brightest jewel inside of me
Goes with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wail it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
Images of all that could be desired
But I got tired of counting on all of these blessings
And then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

Lyrics reprinted with permission. Reproduction prohibited.
EMI VIRGIN MUSIC PUBLISHING AUSTRALIA P/L

JIMMY STYNES
(Bridie/Carswell/Mountfort)

SLOW WAY TO GO DOWN
(Bridie)

Slowly dead murkily around and around
The head starts its filtering
His body is shivering
Someone please show him some light
He was drinking with misery, all through the night
It's heading for a mercy kill
He's shattered, yet purposeful, blurred like an overcast day

This is the slow way we go down
This is the slow way to go down

These red hands are shaking, the shaking won't stop
His nerves shot to pieces
The black wings come falling down
He mutters and stamps and he threatens the sky
He's scratching his scalp til his scalp starts to bleed
It's the traffic noise that bothers him
He sleeps with his eyes apart, shouts out loud to the air

This is the slow way we go down
This is the slow way to go down

The T.V. is broken, the vertical hold's gone
It flickers around on itself
He finds it amusing
He thinks he's just falling apart

This is the slow way we go down
This is the slow way to go down

BOTTOM AND THE RUSTICS
(Mountfort)

ROSETTA
(Bridie)

My lover's name is Rosetta
We've never had it better
You know what they say
We sleep on all of the beaches
Out with all the slimy creatures
Oh well you gotta make hay

And when the dice is good you know its all of the time

We're dancing out in the shadows
Rosetta tastes all the sweat drops that fall from our eyes
And since we're in this together
We take our chance with the weather
With the clouds on the bay

And when the dice is good you know its all of the time

We bend and stretch til we reach the sky
you know it brings us down
She says when I've had enough of this then
I'll be moving on… and it goes like this

We are the Unbelievers
The Junior Unbelievers, we can't hear what you say
It's only "Samting Nating"
It's just this wicked something
that we add to our day

And when the dice is good you know its all of the time

We're sailing off to the islands
We're gonna sweat till the fall of the Sun it goes it goes down
Sleeping on all of the beaches
Out with the slimy creatures
(Oh well you got to have fun)

And when this life it is good
You know its all of the time

THE GOSSIP
(Bridie)

This is just a coal town
And all the people there
Are sheltering from the cold winds
On the crest of the big bleak hill

And Mary's got an argument
The argument's quite loud
And the shouting's entertainment
To the other folk around

And the gossips been getting out of hand
It's a ruthless old sound
And no ones out there working
'Cos there's none to be found
And when the steam builds up inside you
And there's no place to fall
Well there is nothing quite as harmful
As the slow moving day

It's a town that they make films about
Because the bleak's quite beautiful
When the light and the delicate features
Are captured very still

And so much far all the history
The Martyrs and the Kings -
When the fight that was the good fight
Was the fight that you didn't win

DANNY BOY
(Weatherly)

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling,
from glen to glen – and down the mountain side,
the summer's gone and all the roses falling,
it's you, it's you must go and I must hide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow,
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy oh Danny Boy I love you so.

But when you come and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead as dead I well may be,
you'll come and find the place where I am lying,
and kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear though soft you tread above me,
and all my grave will warmer sweeter be,
for you will bend and tell me that you love me,
and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

BROOD
(Bridie)


YANDOIT
(Csutoros/Mountfort)

THE PRAMSITTERS
(Bridie)

Everywhere in this corny town
The old men and the babies they're all placed in their prams
And wheeled slowly out into the sunshine
It shines down through the green backyard
They get rolled there everyday
I guess its something we must do

Underneath the old rust bent clothes line
With modern underpants
Pyjamas and a sock dancing round
The old man and the baby just smile
They're thinking everything's so fine
Until the baby starts to cry
And spoils the whole afternoon

The old man he recalls
The days when he was a bit of a lad
He fancied the neddies, he talked to the girls
And his body was a marvel, his mind it was slick
But not now, but not now anymore

Everyday he stares down at the child
He's hoping for a little gem of wisdom maybe a joke he's not heard
But the baby just prattles away
He can't stand it anymore
The bloody kid's an insufferable bore
Yes he is

The old man he recalls
The days when he was a bit of a lad
He fancied the neddies, he talked to the girls
And his body was a marvel, his mind it was slick
But not now, but not now anymore

ABERYSTWYTH
(Bridie)

It's cold in this here mountainside
Black sheep upon the hill
The mist just hangs and settles there
And you're so far away

I stayed awake the whole night long
The cider's in my brain
The sky's the lightest shade of blue
And that's just how I feel

Cause I'm heading for the Western coast
To Aberystwyth town
For that's the place the great wind blows
I walk past the old burial ground

The fire bombs burn the houses down
Cos that's where the English stay
And who am I to say that's wrong
It's payback, the Welsh way

Cause I'm heading for that Western coast
To Aberystwyth town
For that's the place the great wind blows
I walk past the old burial ground

THE RED WALLPAPER
(Carswell)

JOHN CAIN AVENUE
(Bridie)

In the houses by the railway line
All the people in my street
They're all tending to their gardens
They keep them all bright and neat
All bright and neat

We all have our own concerns
Down in our little worlds
We can't worry about the global things
Just those mundane and small, mundane and small

Take the walk down to the railway station
See the young mothers stand in line
On any Wednesday you can hear
The grim adventure tales go round
But I don't mind
No, I don't mind

Just living in our backstreet
We all talk about the sky
And how the leaves will fall down soon
We just watch the days go by and the winter sky

Yeah, that's what we all talk about
The neighbours
Mark and me
Nothing too important
Just how simple this can be
How can it be

LOW
(Bridie)

My Friend the Chocolate Cake are:
David Bridie : vocals, piano and harmonium
Helen Mountfort : cello and backing vocals
Hope Csutoros : violin, occasional viola and hats
Andrew Carswell : mandolin, tin whistle and mandola
Andrew Richardson : acoustic guitar
Michael Barker : drums and percussion

Special guests: Bill McDonald : bass guitar on Plan, Old Years and Floorboards

The mercurial Jim Rondinelli : singing backing vocals on The Old Years

Produced by Helen Mountfort and David Bridie except The Old Years and I've Got A Plan produced by Helen Mountfort, David Bridie and Jim Rondinelli

Mixed by Jim Rondinelli at Sorcerer Sound, Soho, N.Y., N.Y. November 1993

Doug Roberts engineered and helped us with the first half of the recording at Metropolis Audio Melbourne, Victoria in July of 1993
Paul Kosky engineered and assisted us through the latter half of the recording at Periscope Melbourne, Victoria in September of 1993

The Old Years and I've Got A Plan were recorded at Platinum Studios, Melbourne by Jim Rondinelli
Assistant engineers for this recording were Tim Johnston at Metropolis, Jane Whitford at Periscope, Phil Jones at Platinum, John Phillips and David Jobe at the Pig Pen studio for the pre production

All arrangements by My Friend The Chocolate Cake
Lyrics by David Bridie except 'Song From Under The Floorboard' by H. Devoto
Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing. Reprinted with permission.

My Friend The Chocolate Cake are managed by Michael Roberts and Sarah Pearson
for Loud and Clear Management: PO Box 276 Albert Park 3206. Fax (03) 537 1371

The following people deserve thanks for their assistance along the way... Anne, Darren, Kerry Maraea and Winnie Bridie, Caroline, Cathy and Marvin, Kim, Greg Murray, Stuart McPhee, Fiona Kelly, Simon B, Russel Bradley, Doug Roberts' thongs, Vera and Al, Ike and Tina and the loving tarantulas in Soho, Allesandro's Italian sandwiches, Eleanor McKay, Sarah Pearson, Phil Mortlock, Eloise, Michael Roberts, Kerry Minchin, Jo Wilson, Sue McAullay, the Newborough football team, Kat, Ian J, Andrew Obst, Mark Bishop, Sue Howard, Joan K, Karin Berg, Kenny McPherson, Pearl drums, Sabian cymbals.

Cover illustration by Warrick Jolly
Band photo by Chris Beck. Collage photos by Kerry Stringer and McGregor Knox
Design by Debbie Ladd/mushroomArt

Fond memories of Gail Alyce Evans

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