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Gertrude's Boredom
04:00
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Well, a country house ain't no place for a lady with eyes
Those yolks are magnets, don't you dare keep her inside
She can see all the lights
Patent Eighteen Sixty-Five
And a barristers mansion don't allow for expansion of sight
Well, a country house ain't no place for a lady with a nose,
Olfactory wonders, the bovine pungence of toes
She's not the type
To sit sniffing bouquets all night
And this barristers mansion don't allow her to smell like she might
Well, a country house ain't no place for a lady with a tongue
The boredom of bland british beef renders it numb
And in her dreams
She tastes everything that she sees
And a barristers mansion ain't no place for thoughts like these
Red hens rolling up and down the tracks
Hills and Henley, Northfield lines are back
Gertrude won't you sit back and relax
Meet Mr. Sargent
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2. |
Lady Agnew of Lochnaw
08:28
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Lady Agnew,
Who knows what for?
I knew no oooh
Laid of Lochnaw
Sends me a shoe
Hung on my floor
Oily goo
Peel off the wall
Eyes of galore!
Lady Agnew
I wanna ride in a jumbo
I wanna ride through the golf course
I wanna go to the seaside
Tonight!
I wanna ride in a jumbo
Said the Spectre to Gertrude
I wanna go to the seaside
Tonight!
Lady Agnew,
Vernon, Gertrude
Galloway Queen
Pearl in the nude
Spectre it came
Opened the tune
Into her dreams
Faintest of "choos"
Sown was the seed
In Lady Agnew
The Spectre slipped and switched the sides
Of the Galloway Ladys' sleeping mind
Awakens she amongst the gums
In a southern world of locomotion!
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3. |
Under the Gums
03:26
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What's a girl of society
Doing under the old gum tree?
Gunzel ponders across the field
Pocket the pipe and a click of the heel
Gertrude don't be rude!
Mysterious dusts, and lathered clouds
Hanging round my ankles now
Petticoats are petty fears
Here's a dude and he's looking weird!
Gertrude where are you?
I'm a long long way from home
Not a pen to call my own
Not a dream of steam to know
In this land of the telegraph pole
Gertrude don't be rude!
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4. |
Gunzelman
02:45
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I put dubbin on my boots
To keep 'em waterproof
'Cos when I'm out there on the track
The rain beats down my back
I wear a belt around my waist
To keep my pants in place
'Cos when I'm running to the station
I don't lose the steeplechase
I'm a Gunzelman in a world of traffic
Je suis demodee mais je suis dynamique
I'm a locomotive guy
In an automotive world
I wear a tie around my neck
To keep the fashion trends in check
And I tie a windsor knot
Lest my soul begin to rot
And I've got a secret power
That keeps 'em running on the hour
I'm the Jehovah of the rails
Allah of the tracks
I'm a Gunzelman in a world of traffic
Je suis demodee mais je suis dynamique
I'm a locomotive guy
In an automotive world
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5. |
Where Art Thou Legs?
02:16
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Over several nights I dreamt a dream
Of water turning into steam
And diesel following from that
And paintings turning into fact
Where are your legs? What is your name?
What is this tree from whence I came?
The name I take is Gunzelman
My legs are in another land
I am a long long way from home
And Andrews nowhere to be known
I know not of the home you speak
The narrow gauge is at your feet
Shall I follow down the path?
Beneath the shadows of the bath?
Do take my hand and face the wind
Hear the submerged railway sing!
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Ten Sighs Higher
05:16
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Ten sighs higher,
Vision denies her,
Locks of secret,
Blues of desire,
Furs entail such winds which transpire,
Heavenly
Ten sighs deeper,
Bends of my sleep, where
Sails unfurl as
Locks of her curls
Intensify such dreamward arrival
Presently
Quell this temper,
Send for the gentle,
Mirror motion
Run with the devil
Spurs and branches, hills of my distant
Memory
Ten sighs higher,
No vision clearer
No such lyre
Delved any nearer
No sound sweeter, nor tones indeed, her
Sensually
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Iron Shoes
03:04
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Contorted shapes that greet me,
Proceed to fly discreetly,
Take another dive 'til the shower subsides
Contented and invented,
Seven-fifty millimented,
Three on a two and a broken carafe
This, I understand, is just one and a half
And I know just where I'm going
Going where the junctions overflowing
And you can break my gauge
But you can't take my iron shoes
All crossings ain't so level
Since I made this pact with the devil
Cut off all your hair and you'll fly through the air!
Once I knew a guy named Gunzel
Had no legs yet ran through the jungle
Showed me to the horse that will run on a course
Now I am bound by these tracks on the ground
And I know just where I'm going
Going where the junctions overflowing
And you can break my gauge
But you can't take my iron shoes
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9. |
Strangely, It Seems
04:34
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Strangely, it seems
That I can't understand whether
She's in my dreams
Or tugging on to my leather
Fantastic speeds
I'm hanging on to that letter
The breeze whispers yet tells me not where she's gone
Strangely, it seems
I met her under a gum tree
She shed her leaves
And rode the rails beside me
Across the seas
'cross the mountains and mallee
The breeze whispered across the tracks that we made
Redhens rolling up and down the track
Gertrude won't you sit back and relax
Strangely, it seems
I lost her far from the valley
Far from the streams
And all the dreams of the mallee
All that steam
All that we carried
The breeze whispers but tells me not where I'm found
Redhens rolling up and down the track
Gertrude won't you sit back and relax
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In the tradition of my forebears
I keep things outta sight
Rearrange the tune into a simpler time
Subversive wishing
I pull the venetians
You gotta know respect, pontificates the lump above the bloody deck
Lieutenant fission, I run the dish here
Cure me like meat
Become to me a vessel of a continental spring
In the tradition of my forebears
The pink lays in the tub
I see the spectre silent as I shrug him off
Lethargic ointment
Contain me tightly
Within a certain frame, A lovers name to crane my eyes delightfully
On the condition,
That you don't leave, dear
A diesel powered ride, will keep us side by side into the night
In the tradition of my forebears,
I'll keep this in my mind,
Barricade, away to breathe another time
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