From the recording Common Lot
Jimmy Dowling: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Red Rivers: Guitar, Backing Vocals
Roger Bergodaz: Backing Vocals
Lyrics
Stale tobacco drew smoother in the fog.
The drop wasn’t much chop
but together they weren’t too bad.
Dawn moved a thought behind a glazed eyed squint
as a wisp of creosote smoke connected the commuters
to the coals.
So tell me flames, where the farms have gone.
“In the wind to the sea and the banks for a song.”
Bags of fruit down town making nooses from neck ties.
Rolling out the suburbs, sheep stations in their eyes.
Worth more than the bridge keeping a piece of ground
for a bivouac ‘n cocky dry.
So tell me flames, where the farms have gone.
“In the wind to the sea and the banks for a song.”
He was never gunna be nice in their office.
Like something out of a dark bottle
he turned to concrete among the shadows
of midday CBD.
The unanswered question an unwanted pest.
Beneath split pallet kindling a broken bank slip.
So tell me flames, where the farms have gone.
“In the wind to the sea and the banks for a song.”
She stood by the hollow house
stubble stretching off to meet the sky.
While rusted fences keep nothing from anything.
Crows rose off a roadkill before a car
that crawled away to the big smoke to die.