Sort of Dunno, Nothin’ – Peter Denahy

Got someone in the house that only gives you one word answers to your questions?  This song might strike a cord with a few.

This song is from Peter Denahy’s 2008 album, “Picture In A Frame”. The video clip was directed by Ross Wood of 171 Entertainment. The teenager is played by Travis Kesek. The vocal on this recording was Pete’s first and only take.

 

How’ve ya been?
Good.
How’s ya job?
Good.
How’s college going?
Good.
All hunky dory?
Yep.
You goin’ out tonight?
Yep.
Ya gonna see ya friends?
Yep.
Ya gonna have a good catchup?
Yep.
Well that should be great!
Yep.

Where’d you go?
No where.
Who’d you see?
No one.
What’d you do?
Nothin’.
Did you have a good time?
Yep.
What’s on tonight?
Nothin’.
You’re not seeing your mates?
Nup.
You’re just staying at home?
Yep.
What’d you do?
Nothin’.

Yep, yep, nothin’, nothin’, sort of, dunno, nowhere, good,
Yep, nup, dunno, no one, sort of, dunno, nothin’.

You feelin’ alright?
Yep.
How’s your ankle?
Good.
When’s your exams?
Dunno.
Have you done much study?
Nup.
What’s on tomorrow?
Dunno.
Are you playing cricket?
Dunno.
Are you enjoying cricket?
Sort of.
Sort of ‘ay?
Yep.

Yep, yep, nothin’, nothin’, sort of, dunno, nowhere, good,
Yep, nup, dunno, no one, sort of, dunno, nothin’.

How’s you girlfriend?
Good.
She away this week?
Yep.
Oh well you must be missing her.
Yep.
Have you rung her yet?
Nup.
Well I’ll catch you later.
Yep.
Don’t get too stressed.
Nup.
What’s on tomorrow?
What?
What’s on tomorrow?
Nothin’.

Yep, yep, nothin’, nothin’, sort of, dunno, nowhere, good,
Yep, nup, dunno, no one, sort of, dunno, nothin’.

Yep, yep, nothin’, nothin’, sort of, dunno, nowhere, good,
Yep, nup, dunno, no one, sort of, dunno, nothin’.

Sort of, dunno, nothin’.

Skyhooks – You just like me cause I’m good in bed.

Here is a song to sing along to.  Do it loud!  You know you want too.   Skyhook’s classic “You just like me cause I’m good in bed”  performed live in Melbourne in the 80’s during their reunion tour.  Many of the bands song were banned from radio due to their offensive lyrics and tone.  No wonder they sold so many records.  Enjoy!  ~RB~

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed
Yeah that’s what your girlfriend said
You just like me ‘cos I give you some head
You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed

Well I’ll meet you in the pub at two minutes to ten
You’re all ready to go
Six bottles of beer and a sneer on your face
I’d run but I’m much too slow

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

At half past one I’m flat on the floor
Caught like a rat in a trap
Fifteen times a week and you still want more
God you talk such crap

You just like ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

You imagine yourself as Mick Jagger’s girlfriend
He wouldn’t even spit in your eye
I bet you he don’t get raped every weekend
I feel so weak I could die

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed
Yeah that’s what your girlfriend said
You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed
You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed

David Bowie – Young Americans

A real classic for a Friday night.  David Bowie’s Young Americans.  Nothing beats this classic, that showed his diversity and ability to change through the Seventies.  Enjoy!

~RB~

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
“Gee my life’s a funny thing, am I still too young?”
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she’ll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries “Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”

All night
She wants a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
“We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?”

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
For even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto ’bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain’t that close to love?
Well, ain’t that poster love?
Well, it ain’t that Barbie doll
Her heart’s been broken just like you have

All night
All night was a young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
All right you want the young American

You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black’s got respect, and white’s got his Soul Train
Mama’s got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain’t there a man you can say no more?
And, ain’t there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain’t there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces?
Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young American
I want what you want
I want what you want
You want more
I want you
You want I
I want you
I want what you want
But you want what you want
You want I
I want you
And all I want is a young American
Young American

Songwriter: David Bowie.

 

Sweet – Fox on the Run.

 

Sweet’s “Fox on the Run.”

I don’t wanna know your name
‘Cause you don’t look the same
The way you did before

Okay, you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked all right before

Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy on the run, f-foxy
Fox on the run and hide away

You, you talk about just every band
But the names you drop are second hand
I’ve heard it all before

I don’t wanna know your name
‘Cause you don’t look the same
The way you did before

Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy on the run, f-foxy
Fox on the run and hide away

F-foxy, fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy on the run, f-foxy
Fox on the run and hide away

Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the run

 

And now for something a little different….

Hey Guys!  Razorback here.

New look blog today.  After playing around with some ideas, I finally settled on a new header and a new profile!  Yes, I am still the girl from the bush, but with my love of art, words and music – I felt the need for a change.  You know what they say, a change is as good as a holiday.

 

 

Have a great day!

 

~RB~

 

The Lumineers “Ho Hey” parody by Fitzy and Wippa “Push Breathe”

Been a while since I posted a Fitzy and Wippa parody.  But this one, stands alone as one of the best ones yet.  Farrrrr out.  ❤

 

I’ve been juggling a pregnant wife
She’s been leading a stressful life
Pledged to help her when we wed
It’s pretty hard from the spare bed
Sleeping with the dog again

Now we add to the family
I think of mates that I don’t see
All her questions are booby-trapped
Like ‘Do you think that I look fat?’

Morning sickness due, cramping in her knees and those stretch marks
“Don’t you touch the booze, no cold meats for me, rub my feet”

I’ve drained all our life savings
On a list of weird cravings
Banging my head on the wall
Stuck in a class of pre-natal
And now she’s emotional
Why the hell did we conceive?

Swollen ankles blue, sweating in the heat and a hairy guts
Go and get her food but don’t buy softer cheese, like what the faaaaar out

And aaaah she’s contracting now
Oh noooo her waters broke
Cos ooooh we’re speeding now to the RPA

“It hurts because of you, don’t you dare touch me, pass the gas mask”
Babe you’ve got to push, honey just breathe, here it comes