TONIGHT AT DJANGO LAST GIG FOR 2015

Suburban Soldiers apart from a library tour to the Victorian high country, tonight at Marrickville’s Django Bar will be my last gig for 2015. Great band line-up @Tony Durant @Martin Cilia @Lloyd Gyi, Bill Beare and @Nicole Warner. Some rare treasure songs (Lonely Sailor, Vignettes) which sound fabulous with this amazing line-up – would love to see you if you can make it. Here’s lyrics to one of the numbers.

WOMAN WHO DROWNED IN HER OWN APARTMENT

Riff – Em – G – Am   / C – Am – Em

THIS IS A SONG ABOUT A WOMAN WHO DROWNED IN HER OWN APARTMENT SHE KNEW THE VALUE OF A SOO BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ART-MENT

SURE SHE COULD PLOT ITS RETURN ON A COMPARATIVE YIELD CURVE BUT HER HEART REMAINED EMPTY THOUGH HER FRIDGE WAS FULL OF VEUVE

SHE WORE SMART SUITS TO THE BATTLEFIELD OF THE NIKKEI AND THE DOW SHE RODE A DOW IN ASWAN AND A SWAN IN MACAU

SHE WAS A WOMAN OF THE NEXT MILENNIUM BUT DESPITE ALL THIS SHE DROWNED IN HER OWN CONDIMINIUM

THIS IS A SONG ABOUT A WOMAN WHO DROWNED IN HER OWN APARTMENT, IT BEGAN WITH A LEAKY TAP JUST A DRIP NO GREAT EXCITEMENT

IT WAS BENEATH HER TO CALL A PLUMBER AND ANYWAY THEIR PRICES WERE TOO HIGH, SHE THOUGHT HER BRAINS WOULD KEEP HER RICH AND HER PRIDE WOULD KEEP HER DRY

HEY `WDYA WDYA’ SHE WAS A WOMAN IN CONTROL, SHE’D GOLFED FROM GAZA TO THE PLAZA DEL SOL

SO THOUGH HER SHOES WERE DAMP FROM THE STRANGE IRRIGATION STILL SHE FELT NO NEED TO PANIC AT THIS MINOR IRRITATION

BY THE TIME SHE CALLED HER BROKER HER NAIL-ARTIST AND HER SHRINK, THE CONTENTS OF HER FLAT WERE UNDER THREAT FROM THE CONTENTS OF HER SINK

BUT IN THE EXECUTIVE MIND COMMON SENSE ABOUNDS, SHE STRIPPEP HEÒ WET CLOTHES FROM HER BODY MOVED THE CAT TO HIGHER GROUND

SHE GLAD-WRAPPED HER WALKMAN AND KELVIN KLEIN RAINCOAT SHE FLOATED HER SONDHEIMS ON CONDOMS INFLATED, SHE REFUSED TO CALL FOR HELP-WHAT WOULD HER FRIENDS SAY? AND SO SHE DROWNED AT ONE PM ON A WEDNESDAY

THEY SAY AS YOU DROWN YOUR WHOLE LIFE FLASHES BEFORE YOUR EYES, SO WHAT SHE SAW WAS NO MORE THAN SHE COULD BUY

AND DID SHE FRET AND POUT AS DEATH CALLED HER TO HIS DISCO? NO THOUGH SHE WAS PISSED THAT NOW SHE’D MISS THAT BALL IN SAN FRANCISCO

HER CROWD WERE UNFORGIVING SORTS,THEY’D NOT FORGET THE SNUB, SHE HAD CLUBBED WITH TRUMP, TRUMPED WITH CLUBS

BUT PRESTIGE DOESN’T HELP WHEN YOU’RE RUNNING OUT OF HEADROOM, A FIREMAN WITH TATTS FOUND HER BOBBING AGAINST THE CEILING OF HER BEDROOM

THAT WAS A SONG ABOUT A WOMAN WHO DROWNED IN HER OWN APARTMENT

SHE KNEW THE VALUE OF A SOO BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ART-MEANT,

SHE SOUGHT THE MEANING OF LIFE BUT WON ONLY THE MEANESS OF DEATH, SHE RODE A DOW IN ASWAN BUT SHE RAN OUT OF BREATH

IN HER OWN CONDIMINIUM AT ONE PM ON A WEDNESDAY, WITH BARELY A SOUND, SHE DROWNED

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