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into the arms of wet sand
You don't know where you are
Might've gone a little far
Drop a beacon
Let it simmer
Let it pierce the air
Positive that you'll

I want to wake in the morning
To the sounds of the river flowing
A sunset walk to the inlet
At 5pm when all the woodfires have been lit
An open road

wish you would never leave
24-7 like the air I breathe
Everywhere I go you're my little Polly Pocket
Take you everywhere I go you're my little Polly

Caught yourself in your own little trapezoid
Emotions unregulated need a new solenoid
You keep going nowhere just stay running in circles
Fuck with

on air
Number ones if the guy in charge of Manus is your dad
Won’t pay First Nations rent but make sure you pay train fares
And lie about restaurant gangs

The Ocean

Against Me!

New Wave

2007

tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists
Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers
Swamps, and estuaries, down through limestone into

Happiness will surely begin
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
Oh darlin', oh darlin'

Emptiness is in the air and all around me gloom
As I gaze through the window of my

a year of workin' overtime
City livin's drivin' me out of my mind
Need to be where the air's more clean
Babe, you know what I mean
I'm talkin'
Sunshine

Through seasons, the colours of the leaves
As They turn to soil,
And the sound of
Those echoes on the wind,
Winter has come
The inlet has froze, in

Lake lapping through the wood cracks
Sunset shines a spot on the dock
Air smells fresh and late August later on in the day
The inlet ain't so far

Uncle Buddy

Uncle Buddy….. Uncle Buddy
Flying in a big jet Florida bound
Wanting to go out to those fishing grounds
There’s excitement in the air

scattered along the inlet, just a stones throw away
From the place where they used to race the boats
With no place to go, the sound of the motors cuts through

like the phoenix suns 
Fake friends I keep on distance 
Old pair not even dirty but new Air Force ones 

Only got fear for Post that’s no cap
Rollin

of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour

A Harbour Century
An Inlet Hour
Can't light the fire
With wet sticks
You are the heroin king of the piazza

Snowbirds and Townies

Further Seems Forever

The Moon Is Down

2001

Being packed so tight.
And bridges, and traffic, and inlets,
Are locked in their fight.

And on these boats,
Ride the hopes of working class boys,

Rounded Are the Rocks

Bloodgood

All Stand Together

1991

well and no one thinks
Of danger ever lurking here

Peaceful inlet well protected
The rocks are sharp and unaffected
There's no pounding waves to round

Widows Walk

Chris Foster

Cayo Hueso

2003

had to go
In about a day she will see him coming home
Through the inlet where the boats go to and fro

I will wait for my love in the morning
I will