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I drink to drive away all the years I have hated
the ambitions frustrated that no longer survive.
I drink day after day to the chaos behind me
as I drink to remind me that I still am alive.

So I give you a toast to the endless confusions
to the lies and delusions that have swallowed my life.
Yes I give you a toast to the wine and the roses,

i see seaweed on the lawn
there's no point coming here no more
do you remember way back when?
when weeks sank in the swimming pool
holidays were cotton wool
your bald tyre friends, the pelicans, cowboys and indian
admit it, she was kinda cute
her panties were your parachute

You've gone from perfect to divine
Gone from perfect to divine
Time heals
And time forgets
Your pots pans shoes all your garbage
And your photographs
Had been thrown into the street
And I stood back in shock

And all the dim companions of
The old white dwarf
Watch hiw throwing sugar
On an old blackboard
He says - You can't stay in the classroom
'Til the end of God
Now Laika's in the backseat
Of a lunokhod

There’s a cold rain on the Autumn wind
A brother murdered in Sydney Town
Marrickville brother under legal cover
In his home they gunned him down
We say oh oh oh oh oh ooooooh
And they shot him down

Well they took him out at point blank range

Someone tell me what I did so wrong
To make me feel so lousy for so long
I keep my muscles caged inside my arm
As I ride out of the calm into the storm

I get to thinking about it
I guess its fate

I can hear a Jericho Trumpet
But the sky's perfectly clear
Whether it’s real or recollection
It’s like I'm stranded on a pier

Watching waves of emigration
Being rewound off the beach
While the long road to unconsciousness

resolution for new year 2012
you would save 'til you made the carousel
and you'd be dumping all you hoarded 'cause they
didn't mean more than a bunch of props on stage
you might even find some new ones after
jetting off to Stockholm via Adelaide

where you'd rearrange your past

the sun’s giving way
and the last of it's shade’s
grown as long
as the ache that you gave me

you said nothing’s perfect
though you came pretty close
but then time’s made the

We don't send letters anymore
There ain't the time or place
But a friend of mine wrote something
Like a letter yesterday

It was smuggled through my inbox
Just this morning, 3AM
More impotent than important