Tunes - Jefferson

2009-07-04T08:55:00.000-07:00

Jefferson

Half-turned sods of hallowed ground,
tabled, filed under lost and found,
weighted down and then strung up
a pleasant walk to the scaffold.

Hangman's noose on a threadbare throat
he mouths some words but none come out,
That's all right, no-ones listening
That's okay, no-one's listening.

Chorus:
We're all gone away, lost again
watching monuments twist in the wind,
Jefferson was a passing phase
now it all hangs on the turn of a phrase.

Placebo cure for the rotting ghost
those with the least told that they have the most,
bargained away and then discarded
a pleasant walk to the graveyard.

Chorus.

Open hole swallows a fish-tail mind
deposits the same by the no exit sign
entrance come and gone, no-one's here
entrance come and gone, no-one's here.

It's all gone away, lost again
we're just watching monuments twist in the wind,
Jefferson was a passing phase
now it all hangs on the turn of a phrase,
We're all gone today, lost again
watching monuments twist in the wind,
Jefferson was a passing phase
now it all hangs on the turn of a phrase.

Music and lyrics by Paul Kimball.

The Tall Poppies were:
Mike Trainor vocals
Paul Kimball guitar
Adam Rumsey guitar
Michael Riley bass
Glenn MacCulloch - drums

Tunes - Turned

2009-07-03T19:05:00.000-07:00

Turned

Caught, in the undertow of today,
you start to drift away
got no place left to stay.
Turned, from that which you have known,
to that which you've been shown
your world's no longer your own.
Listen, when their words come out,
don't know what they're about
but you follow 'cause they shout.

You can't tell right from wrong,
you don't know what's going on,
You can't see wrong from right,
all you see is black and white.

March, just another face in the crowd,
you chant their "truths" out loud
while you wrap your mind in a shroud.
Raise, your hand up in a fist,
and yell about what you've missed
you're told it's time to resist.

You can't tell right from wrong,
you don't know what's going on,
You can't see wrong from right,
all you see is black and white.

Lift, their flag high in the air,
convinced that you are there
to fight for your fair share.
Darkness, creeps up on our fair land,
you grasp it with your hand
it's all you understand...

Words & Music by Paul Kimball
Tall Poppies were:
Mike Trainor - vocals
Paul Kimball - guitar
Adam Rumsey - guitar
Michael Riley - bass
Glenn MacCulloch - drums

From the "Fields of Addiction" e.p. - 1992