In the velvet darkness of the blackest night
Burning bright, there’s a guiding star
No matter what or who you are
There’s a light over at the Frankenstein Place
There’s a light burning in the fireplace
There’s a light, light in the darkness of everybody’s life
I can see the flag fly, I can see the rain
Just the same, there has got to be
Something better here for you and me
There’s a light over at the Frankenstein Place
There’s a light burning in the fireplace
There’s a light, light in the darkness of everybody’s life
Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from His lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.
I know that now it’s so hard to see
But in time you’ll find, the light, waiting
Boundless and barren oceans surround
But when it’s darkest, you’ll see the light
You must open your eyes
Then you’ll know that the thunder only crashes awhile
And the storm clouds will pass soon
Then you’ll see that the lighthouse waits for you
The lighthouse waits
Play of light
A photograph
The way I used to be
Some half forgotten stranger
Doesn’t mean that much to me
Trick of light
Moving picture
Moments caught in flight
Make the shadows darker
Or the colors shine too bright
Oh the light can carry
All the visions of the sea
Oh the light can carry
All the images to me
Run to light from shadow
Sun gives me no rest
Promise offered in the east
Broken in the west
Chase the sun around the world
I want to look at life
In the available light
Imagine a perfect beach
Without a mermaid
Imagine a perfect hideaway
Without a time
Ocean Soul
Imagine a perfect Eden
Without a friend without a serpent
Ocean Soul
Lonely Soul
“Feeling lonely and content at the same time,
I believe,
Is a rare kind of happiness”
Ocean Soul
Lonely Soul
Close your eyes, have no fear
The monster’s gone, he’s on the run
And your Daddy’s here.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy.
Before you cross the street take my hand
Life is what happens to you while
You’re busy making other plans.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy.
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelei,
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
‘Bang!’ goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van.
“See the light ram through the gaps in the land.”
Many an Aborigine’s mistaken for a tree
'Til you near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe.
“See the light ram through the gaps in the land.”
(“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha”)
Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
Is the New Man.
Coming in with the golden light
Is my dented van.
Woomera.
“Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me,”
My boomerang won’t come back.
Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said:
“Do you come from a land down under,
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle
I said, “Do you speak-a my language?”
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said:
“I come from a land down under!
Where beer does flow and men chunder.
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”
Strange girl sing
Think all my life to me
Wild things you bring
Bring drums and bells to me
We dance and sway
Sway like the drunken priest
We dream all day
Day of the wedding feast
Dark hooded eyes
Eyes of a stallion
We roll the dice
One in a million
Bring drums and bells to me
Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella
Bring a torch, to the stable run
Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire.
Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon and dig your grave
Heartless challenge
Pick your path and I’ll pray
Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise loves to go down
Lousy lovers pick their prey
But they never cry out loud, cry out
Well, did she make you cry,
Make you break down,
Shatter your illusions of love?
And is it over now?
Do you know how to pick up the pieces and go home?
Don’t cry out loud
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all
If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can’t I paint you?
The words would never show
The you I’ve come to know.
I’m outta luck, outta love
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you’re too much
You’re the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You’re all I want, my fantasy
Oh, look what you’ve done to this rock ‘n’ roll clown
Oh, look what you’ve done
Photograph - I don’t want your
Photograph - I don’t need your
Photograph - All I’ve got is a photograph
But it’s not enough
What’ll I do with just a photograph to tell my troubles to?
What chance of meeting
So long ago
Just for a fleeting…
Ah, well you know
How unintentional
A random whim
Coincidental
A shallow thing
Home
It’s so far away now
Pure chance
It’s so far
It’s so far away now
My wife was soft
The mountain was hard
Her skin was smooth
The rocks were scarred
There were voices singing above in the sky
As I followed them up I was prepared to die
In my head the voice is waiting, waiting for me to set it free
I locked it inside my imagination, but I’m the one who’s got the combination
Some people didn’t like what the voice did say
So I took the voice and I locked it away
I got the key, I got the key
Voices, I hear voices
Voices, I hear voices
Don’t look back, look straight ahead
Don’t turn away, then the voice it said
Don’t look back, yesterday’s gone
Don’t turn away, you can take it on