Don Walker Live at the Caravan

by Don Walker

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1.
Sitting in a Bar Well I’m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels One of them’s a girl, the other one I’m not so sure One of them’s on acid The other one’s screaming in baby talk And as I dream There’s a cold grey Saturday Comin’ in under the door Well I’ve been travelling all week Boiling a bone Shaving the numbers Working alone Any game these days is better than no game at all Anything for mone, a drink a feed Anything to know I can get what I need When I’m walkin’ around in the cool of a small town mail When I slip out the cashcard and jam it in the wailing wall Friday being Friday And the world being young I had the usual bender in mind A wet week’s end In a club With a casual friend We chatted up the doorman to see what was on She followed me in, so I tagged along Some hours later, she’s gone I’m makin’ eyes at the floor Sitting in a bar doing lift home deals With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels There’s a cold grey Saturday comin’ in under the door I had a feed around midnight For the man on the run Now it’s half past five And I’m in this dive I can feel that meal And it’s comin’ alive And I’m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels One of them’s a girl, the other I’m not so sure One of them’s on acid The other one’s screaming In baby talk And everybody’s walkin’ like a duck In the daylight Comin’ in under the door There’s a cold grey Saturday comin’ in under the door
2.
Everybody 04:23
Everybody Everybody wants to be a wannabe Living in a limousine Everybody wants to be a tragedy In a supermarket magazine Everybody wants to be famous Everybody wants more things Everybody longs to feel the pain That a whole lotta money’s gonna bring Everybody wants their name on the guest list Everybody wants to get in free Everybody wants complete fidelity From two or three lovers simultaneously Everybody wants to be an individual Everybody else does too All I wanna be is idiot free And outa here with you Everybody wants to have children No-one wants to hang around Everybody wants the world to cry When they’re lying in the cold cold ground Everybody wants the ideal body Waiting when they get back home Whether that’s the one in Shanghai, London New York City or the villa in Rome Everybody wants to be an individual Everybody else does too All I wanna be is idiot free And outa here with you Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped And examined in a U.F.O. Everybody’s locked into too much hock To ever think about what they don’t want you to know And still they’re gunna be an individual Everybody else is too All I wanna be is idiot free And outa here with you
3.
Postcard From Elvis I got a postcard from Elvis It was postmarked Guam Said he was cooking in a little cafe Where he met Yvonne Said the lights from the kitchen Didn't bother him much Wasn't really worried about what he ate Or shaving and such Said he found an old Monaro Said it runs pretty good Most Saturdays, he's dreaming away Under the hood He said maybe its a little bit stupid Sometimes I forget But the closer I come to the heart of the matter The farther away I get Got a phonecall from Norma Said she's loving the farm Spends her time advancing her mind In sweet Johnny's arms Said he's glad to be out of the running Glad he got away clean Working the land with dirt on his hands For his sweet Norma Jean They got a big old four poster They know whats coming soon And baby needs shoes And when the little one's due They'll be needing some room They said maybe its a little bit stupid Sometimes I forget But the closer I come to the heart of the matter The farther away I get I've been talking to some old friends of mine Can you hold a moment while I get my other line Got a message from Buddha He left it on my machine He said when you go so fast that its slow You'll know what I mean Said he found an old Monaro Said it runs pretty good Most Saturdays he's dreaming away Under the hood He said maybe its a little bit stupid Sometimes I forget But the closer I come to the heart of the matter The farther away I get
4.
Young Girls 06:52
Young Girls Standing on the corner of Ward Avenue With a couple of friends is where I see you So invincible, so calm Picking at something you found on your arm Cause young girls can do anything, and still look good Get away with anything, and still look good Young girls yeah yeah, yeah yeah Can do anything, Can do anything I think I’m gonna stop and tell you “whoaw!” You’ll say “Tell me something I don’t already know” And I’ll say “Yeah, sure, where would I begin” And you’ll open the passenger door, and get in And we’ll drive up north, all day and all night Watch the moon rise over the Pacific on our right You’ll make me laugh aloud, and I’ll do the same And I’ll fall in love before I know your name And when we run out of money, I’ll ring a friend of mine From another place and another time A plant operator in the coal fields out west He’ll say “I’ve got a caravan out the back, be my guest” And I’ll drive trucks in a coal mine all day You’ll get a job waitressing in a truck-stop café And we’ll live on whiskey and midnight meals Of all the steak and cigarettes that you can steal Cause young girls can do anything, and still look good Get away with anything, and still look good Young girls yeah yeah, yeah yeah Can do anything, Can do anything And inside that caravan as the night winds blow You’ll tell me some of the things that only young girls know And when we’ve saved our money, you’ll kiss my friend And I’ll forgive you both, and we’ll ride again We’ll ride the highway, you and me That runs out over any midnight sea Straight out to that darker little patch of sky Underneath the rising moon, and we’ll never die Cause young girls can do anything, and still look good Get away with anything, and still look good Young girls yeah yeah, yeah yeah Can do anything, Can do anything
5.
Four In The Morning It’s four in the morning, who knows why I can’t sleep, and if I try I can’t follow Where she goes When she closes those beautiful eyes The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across, The continent of heresy she wanders in Savoring the call to maybe this time, Make it permanent I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon Keeping watch across the hour I’ll maybe one day find a tower And open up a lighthouse come saloon Lookin’ at her face, I can see The bones of an Egyptian dynasty The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes, Shining back like scimitars, Across the night at me Well it’s four am, Who knows how far my rope’d run, If I hired a car Hit each town, never stayed Left the motel bills unpaid Just defied the way they say things are In my mind I see that final town Outa cash, axles in the ground Lying in a hostel bed No-one there to hold my head Some internal organ breakin’ down I can feel the midnight fading, All desires are out there with you Singing in the wires I wonder when the corner shop is open, If the wind’ll drop before the dawn, And frost up all the tires It’s four in the morning, what to do A Don Alejandros should see me through The hard reality is this I got woken with a kiss Once upon a time, one night with you
6.
Fishing 04:18
Fishing Heaven is the evening chill The long and lonely mile Where my mind can wander where it will And I don’t need to worry for a while Looking out at the sea and sky Wasting time for hours on end There’s nothing wrong with me As long as I’ve got a rod and line in my hand I take all my troubles down And I lose them on the shore Where the tide is one long wedding gown And nothing really matters any more Looking out at the sea and sky Wasting time for hours on end There’s nothing wrong with me As long as I’ve got a rod and line in my hand Here and now I am free As alive As I’ll ever be Looking out at the sea and sky Wasting time for hours on end There’s nothing wrong with me As long as I’ve got a rod and line in my hand
7.
Hully Gully 03:49
Hully Gully They try to tell ya dreams come true They lie until ya black and blue You gotta put a deadlock on everything ya got You gotta hide what ya ain’t got, too It’s gettin’ onto daylight and I don’t wanna stop I wanna do the Hully Gully with you I’m gonna ride up to One-tree Hill I’ll meet you at the bar and grill We can get ourselves a six-pack and take it for a walk And put it all on the motel bill While we gotta back beat I don’t wanna talk I wanna eh eh eh and I will Yeah, Hully Gully (Na na na na na na) Yeah, Hully Gully (Na na na na na na) Yeah, Hully Gully (Na na na na na na) I wanna do it.
8.
Lucky 03:57
Lucky I’m feeling lucky Feel like I could give this world a shot I’m feeling lucky I wanna see if I’ve got the juice tonight or what The way I feel I could take this town And smoke it way down past the butt I’m feeling lucky I wanna give this world a shot I’m feeling lucky I need someone Who’s feeling lucky too Someone who wants to make the wish That I’ll make come true Someone who’ll whisper in my ear The secret combinations That unlock the mysteries of the night Someone who’ll close the curtain On the early morning light Well it’s been so long I can’t remember when the last time was That I knew I’m on a roll for no more reason Than just because With you beside me I can’t lose With you I’m running hot I’m feeling lucky I wanna give this world a shot.
9.
Get Along 06:58
Get Along Heading down the highway and I’m thinkin’ about my girl Try to find a station with a song They estimate there’s six billion people in this world And I spend my time wondering how The other five billion, Nine hundred and ninety nine million, Nine hundred and ninety nine thouseand, Nine hundred and ninety nine Get along Try to find a station that can take me away To where I want to be before I’m gone To the little house above the beach I’ll buy one day And there we’ll be, me’n that girl Sitting there watching The big ships on the horizon Stocked up for whenever her children Wanna drop by for a while Get along The wrong side-a the blanket The blind side-a the dog I’m eyeball deep in all the sleep I never got to log I’m freeway fevered, six ways shot Insane enough to know I’m not The only one, out here Drop her down a cog Gotta pay for diesel, pay the banks and stay alive Gotta weigh in legal, I just fill the tanks and drive Heading down the highway and I’m thinkin’ about my girl Try to find a station with a song They estimate there’s six billion people in this world And I spend my time wondering how The other five billion, Nine hundred and ninety nine million, Nine hundred and ninety nine thouseand, Nine hundred and ninety nine Get along
10.
The Good Book Sometime round midnight I guess its sometime round midnight As the crow files As the ceiling fan goes round, and the Insomnia comes down Semis with the hammer down Hit the bypass round the town Reach the highway just outside and Burn on by Memories unshackled come and crawl around my mind I need the Good Book I need the Word to turn my gasoline to wine I hold the key Yeah, I hold the key to where I lie I own the suitcase fulla snapshots by the door I own the bottle by the bedside, The bootheels on the floor I read the future in the coal that hands forgotten in my fingers And flares above my face for every scattered soul that hungers In disconnected, never mattered places just like this I own the wind outside, Bashing, bashing on the motel sign I need the Good Book I need the Word to turn my gasoline to wine And I could love just about anything That paid me back in kind I need the Good Book I need the Word to turn my gasoline to wine
11.
Johnny’s Gone Straight between the headlights Johnny’s gone Straight between the headlights Johnny’s gone Johnny’s gone gone gone Johnny’s gone gone gone Straight between the headlights Johnny’s Gone Buried in his jacket Johnny’s gone Buried in his jacket Johnny’s gone Goin’ down down down Goin’ down down down Buried in his jacket Johnny’s gone Two wheels on the highway Four wheels flashing blue Ten wheels comin’ Gonna make the morning news When you see that blue light flashing Ain’t nowhere that you can hide Ain’t no way that you can turn away Got to take that lonely ride Straight between the headlights Johnny’s gone Straight between the headlights Johnny’s gone Goin’ down down down Goin’ down down down Straight between the headlights Johnny’s gone
12.
Harry was a Bad Bugger Like a shark at a funeral Harry always moved in smalltown circles And no-one ever knew Till later, who'd been taken And who'd been left alive undamaged Until the next time he came through He was rumoured to be the one With the franchise for running heroin Up the north and northwest as far as Bourke They said he ran an immigration ring Bringing Thai girls in To stock the western suburbs brothels All sanctioned by the coppers We all know how that works There ain't much more I need to say Harry was a bad bugger A bad bugger all the way Now I used to have this friend at school And like so many country girls She was way ahead of all the boys her age But she married one of us anyway And she loved her kids Until the day she met Harry At a barbeque What went wrong I never knew But they were gone up to the Gold Coast for a while Then he set her up In the next town down the highway With a hair and beauty shop A couple of teenage girls to help her out To work back late And help her entertain Harry And his business associates I don't need to paint the picture There ain't much more I need to say Harry was a bad bugger A bad bugger all the way For ten or fifteen years We'd see Harry come and go Like an ugly piece of weather These days no-one seems to know Why half a lifetime later He hasn't been to town for quite a while And the rumours They come, and go around That he was dumped out off Coffs Harbour Shackled to a fridge That he's buried in a pylon Of the new Glebe Island Bridge All kinds of speculation Some say he's been seen Looking after business interests In the southern Philippines Now the last time I saw Harry Just before he disappeared He was filling out a little bit He'd even grown himself a beard I found him in a bottleshop Not too far from Warwick Farm He looked at me, and I could see No sign of alarm There's a saying up round our way I remember being told How revenge is a meal Most delicious eaten cold You can hang round here till you lay down and die I got no more to say Harry was a bad bugger A bad bugger all the way.
13.
Eternity 07:12
Eternity Long ago and far away I was hitch-hikin on a clear blue day The cats-eyes broke in my feet My tongue was dry as the hills where Jesus hung And I lay And wondered if he died for me On a highway straighter than the barrel of eternity My focus panned on the shattered stones The shifting sand in the lizard bones The withered skin on my hand was lined Like a map of the land I’d left behind Alone A drifter and a Pharisee On a highway straighter than the barrel of eternity I’d long lost count to name the days When a long black car came outa the haze The door swung open And the driver called my name In a voice like a mama doll And I knew No matter what the game would be This man’s staring down the barrel of eternity Yeah this man’s staring down the barrel of eternity He said I’m so tired, brother And I’ve travelled such a long long way And I’m running shy of water Won’t you ride with me the highway on this day I said I know you, I know you well People talk, and I heard them tell How you ate up the seed corn All this side of the Sambatyon River How the cattle died How the pain o’ your fever Spread out across the moon Like a thunderhead Like a lost will, A hole in the law, Split the stone o’ the cathedral floor I know the danger But cannot close my heart, as a man of the book, On those who’ve lost the battle I’m hookin my thumb Round a well sucked bottle of Inner Circle Rum And I’m handing it over He’s whackin it down His old man’s adam’s apple’s jumpin around Kickin at a rope-burn under his chin And I’m lookin at the sky like a sheeta hot tin And I’m feeling so sick in the head And I fall to one knee, Then another And all that I can see Is highway straighter than the barrel of eternity A highway straighter than the barrel of eternity And in a dream I saw a woman She was burying a thing in the sand There are tales among these hills she whispered Far beyond Jerusalem’s command Long ago, and far away I opened my eyes and attempted to pray I opened my eyes on a land as frozen Cold as the hole where Jesus rose And I lay and wondered if he died for me On a highway straighter than The barrel of eternity
14.
My Girl 04:00
My Girl My girl drinks whiskey every morning in bed Makes love like she’s waking the dead Smokes fifty cigarettes a day She don’t care what anyone says Here she comes Here she comes Well here she comes now all dressed in black Once you’ve had a dancer there ain’t no goin’ back I love to watch her when we’re hangin out Watch her arse when its time for her shout When she moves its easy to tell She used to dance at the carousel Here she comes Yeah, here she comes Well here she comes now all dressed in black Once you’ve had a dancer there ain’t no goin’ back I’ve had French princesses for a night and a day Spooning Beluga where I cannot say Air hostesses demonstrating for me The safety procedure in their lingerie PH.D’s who could bust a D-cup Check-out girls wanna be taped up Older women wanna mother a son Now I’m a man and she’s the only one And here she comes Here she comes Here she comes now all dressed in black Once you’ve had a dancer there ain’t no goin’ back
15.
Mongrelwise 04:38
Mongrelwise Ten green bottles On the wall One by one The bottles fall One by one Friends go down Looking for fun In little towns I’m so happy I found you You made me realize The only way to live Is to stay positive Fall in love, Be mongrelwise Once I knew Everything The sad songs Lovers sing I found you And you showed me A whole new Philosophy Every day I take it out And I try it on for size The only way to live Is to stay positive Fall in love, Be mongrelwise.
16.
Yakuza Girls 03:14
Yakuza Girls Well its the last call at the fag end Of the wrong bar at the bad end Of the wrong side of a dog town On a one way road that takes you down From a shit creek, and back again The doors swing open and they all come in From the arse end of a sick world A bus load of Yakuza girls Yakuza girls, chicks of doom Fanning out to cover the room Smokin’ Luckys, climbin the bar Drinkin’ saki from an old fruit jar Yakuza girls, 12 o’clock high Fishnets all the way to Hawaii Playing karioke and singin’ along With the key words of a lock’n’loll song Well, ya get to see ‘em all comin’ through this place Every household name then forgotten face Every fucked up, low down, pin tucked, rewound Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah I reckon I’d seen it all, but I swear I never seen this much potential romance since Lovelace Watkins split his pants Yakuza girls, climbin’ the walls Chewin’ on gum, grabbin’ my balls And tellin’ me to cough, seein’ how far They can pole dance off the end of the bar Yakuza girls, doin’ the dog With a yo-yo in and outa the bog Who’s that haulin’ on a rubber glove Yakuza girls, lookin’ for love.

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Recorded live at the Caravan Club, Melbourne, 27th July 2012.

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released October 22, 2014

Glen Hannah – guitar
Roy Payne – baritone guitar and acoustic guitar
Garrett Costigan – pedal steel
Michael Vidale – bass
Hamish Stuart – drums

Special guest Dave Blight – Harmonica

Recorded live by the Australian Broadcasting Corporation
at the Caravan Music Club, Oakleigh RSL, Victoria, Australia, 27th July 2012.

Mixed by Chris Thompson at ABC Studios Melbourne.

Mastered by Don Bartley for Benchmark.

Cover artwork cut from a DW selfie, Hong Kong, 2010.

Inside photography by Glen Hannah and Karen Hunter.

Artwork by StudioGoonga.

All songs written by Don Walker, published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, except Postcards from Elvis, written by Michael Smotherman and Michael Dan Ehmig.

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