Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing.
Reprinted with permission.


A MIDLIFE'S TALE
(Bridie)

My neighbour does some funny things
he's got three kids and he's got six drinks to go
before he sleeps tonight,
Singing liberation songs out on the front verandah

My neighbour falls asleep out there,
he wakes up next morning with the sun,
And it reminds him that it’s time
Well it's off to work we go,
It's always one day starting way behind another.

Dreaming is a casual thing you do if you believe
in just by chance one day the lovely things will come true.
But he's well past thinking that,
It's now a day by day proposal
he's lost the magic – he'd like to get it back now

Get it back now
Get it back now

Once upon a time there were so many plans.
Holidays and blossoms and some fine romance.
But it all behind him now
There's no game plan to be followed
He's lost the magic – he'd like to get it back now

Get it back now

THE ROMP
(Bridie)

NANNY'S FAREWELL
(Bridie)

Flint eyed nanny with her old white face,
One old hand in her pocket keeping warm,
Her ears all shriveled hide beneath her scar,
and she's waving goodbye to me.

For I'm gone, I'm gone across the sea
Away from the family.

One tear dripping but the others staying proud.
She shakes her crooked fingers
Always as she tells a last wise tale
listen to the stories that the old and worn gang tell,
they're the stories that we must keep passing on.

For I'm gone, I'm gone across the sea
Away from the family.

She grabs my elbow, then we dance out loud.
She looks into my face twice over and she smiles into my eyes,
and then we both start singing. Christ we both sing bad.
She's singing goodbye to me.

For I'm gone, I'm gone across the sea
Away from the family.

She says now don't expect me to be here when you return,
My mind is getting creaky and my bunions getting sore,
Kepp on searching 'til you cannot search no more,
and then she turns her back on me.

For I'm gone, I'm gone across the sea
Away from the family.

NEIGHBOURHOOD WATCH
(Bridie)

It strikes me as sad, this community's way
of placing it's faith into Neighbourhood Watch.
Protecting our videos, saving our stereos
Keeping the jewellery all safe in the drawer.

But ask the same people to put in the effort,
assisting the homeless to break from the trap,
they'll scratch and they'll pause and they'll mutter some words
and keep doing nothing, nothing at all.

And out on the street where few people play
The old people sleep, they're away from the wind.
Ben Chiffley dreamed of a light on the hill,
I'm sure he'd be saddened by things like this

But ask the same people to put in the effort,
assisting the homeless to break from the trap,
they'll scratch and they'll pause and they'll mutter some words
and keep doing nothing, nothing at all.

UNCLE BILL'S PADDOCK
(Bridie)

Uncle Bill's paddock's a home for the weeds,
it's ruled by the rabbits, they party at dusk,
I s'pose they're all pests but they don't bother me
Like rats in the junkyard down where they belong
the land was eroded before they got there
Amongst the old tyres and the sheep skeletons
Uncle Bill's gumboots live on the back porch,
They squelch through the mud and the puddles and dung
Three sizes too big but that don't bother me.
The old rusted Holden's a flower bed now,
with ten gallon drums of outlawed insect spray,
the flowers are purple yet some call them weeds,
they look kind of jolly, to Molly and me.

A SLOW STORM BREWS
(Bridie/Mountfort)

MY FRIEND THE CHOCOLATE CAKE
(Mountfort)

FINGERBONE
(Bridie)

She's walking the railroad
She's walking away
She stares over the sleepers,
the tracks start to join.
Right off in the distance
at the end of the bridge
there's mist off the water
her breath bites the air.
She's taking her girls away from that town
They smiled when they told her
With puritan grace
You can't raise your children
If you're living alone
But the webs on the window
the slush on the ground
the ice and the cold
the furnace and dust.
She's taking her girls away from that town
Now they're out on the river,
rowing away from the town,
the homeless set round fires
on the side of the lake.
And they sang as they sailed
She stared at the sky
and the boat filled with water
but only so far.
She's taking her girls away from that town

HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY
(Bridie)

Here comes the road train, kicking up dust,
it makes a thunderous sound,
for all the folks around
The red dust and salt lakes, they dance up a storm
there's five emus on the run beneath the mighty sun.

How green was my valley, not so any more

This road's a killer, for a thousand odd miles
but if the sleep don't get to you
then it's sure the no-doze will
There's three local white boys, rifles in hand
they go off hunting in the night, the roos don't put up a fight.

How green was my valley, not so any more

Well, down at the black pub, the windows are boards,
And if you stop to play some pool, the old man's staring back at you.

Then back to the white's pub, they're drinking a few,
Well the boys are there all night, they drink until they fight

How green was my valley, not so any more
that's why I'm taking this train...

TETEKO
(Bridie)

BUFFALO BALLET
(Cale)

When Abilene was young and gay,
and thunderstorms filled up the day,
the cattle roamed outside the town,
sleeping in the midday sun...
sleeping in the midday sun

The tracks were lain across the plain
by broken old men in torrid rain,
the towns grew up - people were still
sleeping in the midday sun

Let's all join and we'll all hold hands,
Let's all join in to plunder land,
then soldiers once, long long ago
rode through the town, rode down those
sleeping in the midday sun

Gold came and went quickly spent
the people broke down and often drowned,
of wealth and the pain of old Abilene
sleeping in the midday sun...
sleeping in the midday sun

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.

THIRDS FOR JACKSON
(Bridie)

My Friend the Chocolate Cake are:
David Bridie : piano, harmonium and vocals
Helen Mountfort : cello, backing vocals
Andrew Carswell : mandolin, tin whistle
Hope Csutoros : violin
Andrew Richardson : acoustic guitar
Russel Bradley : snare drum, shakers

special guest
Rowan McKinnon : acoustic guitar on A Midlife’s Tale and Nanny’s Farewell

Recorded at Sing Sing Studios
Mixed at Hothouse Studios August to December 1990
Engineered and mixed by Tim Cole assisted by Carmen Jobson
Produced by David Bridie, Helen Mountfort, Andrew Carswell and Tim Cole

All arrangements by My Friend The Chocolate Cake
Lyrics by David Bridie except Buffalo Ballet by John Cale and Danny Boy by Fred Weatherly.
Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing. Reprinted with permission.

Special thanks to Paul, Mary and Elsie the pelsy Madigan, Phil Mortlock, Kerry, John, Tony, Awatea and Jackson Stringer, Richard Tasker, Danny Sandor, Danny Hughes, Elizabeth Arkles, Ross and Rosemary Bridie, Mark Barry, Vera and the old folks at the Boomerang Club for the Danny Boy idea and to all those who gave us encouragement.

Oh how loverly it was in the park that day. by Warwick Jolly
Photographed by Philip Greenwood
Photograph of My Friend The Chocolate Cake by Robin Meyers
Art and Design by Russel Bradley
Typography by Liz Andes

My Friend The Chocolate Cake is guided through life by
Mark Bishop Management
P.O. Box 40
Burnley, Victoria 3121

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