DAVE’S AUSTRALIA DAY ADVENT JUKEBOX #3

LUCKY COUNTRY

For those of you just joing my advent Jukebox, the idea is that every day up until Australia Day I will publish a Warner song that is Australian in content or theme. Seeing as it is a Friday – albeit New Year’s Eve – I reckoned it would be worth putting this song up. Written with Greg Macainsh back about 1988 you can find it on the Surplus and Dearth album. You can download the album from Bandcamp or CD Baby, stream from numerous places. The physical albums sold out years ago. (Click on Title to hear/see song)

LUCKY COUNTRY (Macainsh-Warner)

Friday 4 PM  one of those brasseries where the waiters all have pony-tails and the chefs have an obsession with pine nuts and pesto sauce and there’s a table load of women or “girls” as they prefer to call themselves been there since midday and now their tablecloth looks like it’s had a traffic accident happen on it, one terrified bottle of wine has pissed itself and dived head-first into the ice bucket and it’s no Porphery Pearl for this generation of Australian women nothing less than a Richmond grove Chablis as they gaze at the coagulated traffic into the afternoon which has dissolved into the colour of yellow which also happens be to the colour of decay and the colour of the chunky gold jewellery which they flash at one another, each link on their bracelet symbolising a husband’s infidelity and as they talk about pergolas and  tube operations each one prays for something different to happen this weekend and at the same time each one is terrified that it might

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Riff x 2

In King’s Cross the rattle of the tattoo gun punctuates the traffic, Madame Myrna pulls her shawl gazes into her crystal ball and tells the young woman opposite that into her life will shortly come a mysterious dark haired stranger, the young woman floats down to Kings Cross Railway Station  where Myrna is proved extremely perspicacious for the young woman is mugged by a mysterious dark haired stranger, grabbing the girl’s handbag he dashes through the traffic almost coming to grief on the prostrate body of a 68 year old stockbroker who lost all his money in 1987 crash and who is clothed only in a greatcoat with crystallised snot hanging from it like war medallions and his mattress is compressed cardboard packing crates with Sanyo Vacuum Cleaner stamped across the side and the whole of the Cross looks like TAB carpet on Melbourne Cup night and that’s when you know you must be hallucinating because nobody in the Cross possesses a vacuum cleaner and it’s not a good ad for Sanyo but what it is is

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Riff x 2

5.26 pm and the boys at Mike’s Perth Body Smash Repairs are already well into their second celebratory end of week carton. Only the young apprentice Clayton is missing, still in the workshop tinkering at the suspension of his own Mazda 626.  One of the guys has brought along a library of porno videos and as the cheers and whistles reach their zenith no one hears the pleas from Clayton trapped under the suddenly collapsed 626. As the life is crushed from him the last thing he hears is a distant yelp for “big bazookas”.

A couple of blocks away and after six years together Cheryl and Todd have finally decided to call it quits. Todd must admit he got his nuts tightened when Cheryl confronted him about his affair with Gail from Records. And as they rage at one another over who is entitled to the Beatles Boxed Album Set they are momentarily distracted by a screaming ambulance siren beneath their window but it’s only for a moment

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Just another weekend start it’s a script we know by heart

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

Solo 8 bars

So I wonder what will become of these words spewed out into the atmosphere like so much excess sperm will they daisy chain and dance and intermingle with the sounds of Milli Vanilli, will they revisit the planet at some future time on a distant radio beam or will they just fade in the ever increasing expanse of Friday nights in the lucky country.

Just another Friday night in the lucky country

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