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'Twas back in '83 or so
When rock music was my life
A sheila named Chrissie Amphlett
Lit up in tartan strife

A raunchy rock goddess
With a sultry undertone
Her energy was addictive
Never to be alone

She raised the roof you see
And brought the house down
In a mesmerising performance
That engaged a smiling frown

Delightfully wicked
In a seductive sort of way
Her charms were alluring
Her music her play

"I'll make you happy "
" Victoria " to name just a few
The 'Divinyls 'led by Chrissie
A different point of view

Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the times
Thanks for the music
An era of sublime.......

Is it wrong to love her?
If it is then lift me to
my feet
Write a note to her and
say, 'You left him on his
knees and broken in spirit..
You left him..
Where does he go now?
What is he suppose to do?
Where is mercy?'

Where did you go my Darling One?
I would like to know that answer
Your eyes so bright, they dimmed
As your breath just slowly faded

What happens to those times we shared?
Do you somehow keep those memories
The love and joy, our life together
I’d like to think it’s remembered somewhere

You’re so cold, yet your hand I’ll still hold
I cannot bring myself to surrender
For if I let you finally go
Then I know forever I have lost you

Where did you go my Darling One?
I would like to know that answer
For if I could I’d follow you there
And for eternity we’d be together

There was a strong metallic smell
it came from the bodies scattered
pools of dark blood glistened
murder and mayhem all around

pillage, rioting and rape
had left a village smoking
lying in its own ruins
a manky cur sniffed around

where was it that this came to pass?
try any war zone in any land
look around you then look again
this is what happens time again

for what? so rich men can line
their pockets at others expense
sitting safe far away taking tea
not knowing or even caring

that families all wiped out
in a matter of hours not days
all for a bit of land or gold
how can the human heart survive

that most tender of organs
take in and accept such carnage
yet lay with a loved one making love
tenderly kissing a crying child

what terrible things we do
the atrocities committed
yet most people are kind
reaching out a helping hand

what is to become of us
if we continue this way
when will man be happy?
when all is destroyed?

The noon train blows its whistle
Arriving the well known jesse james
The two colt gun slinger
With his colt 45 s

He heads to odettes saloon
Stands by the bar
Give me your finest whisky dame he orders odette
Odette strutts over slams the whisky on the bar e please is my request
Macduff the sherriff arrive at the salon

Eying jesse james
He calmly walks in the saloon
The piana plays its one last tune
Calmness beholds the silent crowd smoke belows the air

Macduff flicks his cigarrrrrrr to the floor
He shouts jessee james your a wanted man
Calmly odette shouts don't want trouble my saloon

The can can girls finish there dance jyonnah and her team buxom women and
The crowd dive to the corners the saloon
Watching the erie silence the gun slingers duel

The clock tick slowly the silence in the bar
Its high noon time,jessee two gun and macduff draw thiers guns the smoke fills the room ,
The winner stands defiant the losser hits the floor blood and guts spreads the floor

Fells man the under taker rubs his hand with glee his trusty tape measure
He measure appoxitmatly
5 6 half
Jesse james flicks a dollor to the floor bury this fool a new sherrif is wanted

He turns to the door and leggs it
The can can girls get back to their dance the old piana plays its last old tune
Odettes salon life is resumed

She sat waiting content in her place
Eyes moving like a pendulum
Knowing soon he would enter her lair
He should of heed her words not warning
Now it would be she he face
Town folks parting to give him way
Smug he was thinking they cower to him
A man of great importance to himself
Crossing the bridge into the boggy marsh
Pudgy hands itching to make beauty lay
Smelling his aroma as he entered her lair
Lips turned up at thoughts of avenging
Tall and statuesque age only defining beauty
Tonight she would be the one sated
Avenging the one for whom she care
In a flash it was over and blood lay spilled
Eyes large no life still looking in fear
Removing her prize from greedy paws
Arm circled protecting little woman child
The beast now lay killed
Town folks going about their day
As if the night had never been
Woman sweeping porch floor clean
Aged with soften beauty
Calls little girl child from play
Night time had turned to day
And monsters are gone away

They say time is a great healer
But nothing can heal the pain
In your heart
When it's ripping apart

As each new morning
Awakens from the darkness of night
into another
pain filled day without her

You miss her
Sweet smile
And beautiful face

You miss her special soul
The void she left
No one
can ever
fill

How can you go on
You may wonder

But you will survive
You will get through it

You will remember her
With love
Each day
once a battle
And the memories will become
fonder
And bittersweet

in time
the pain will slowly
Ease

As life
Silently goes
on

Your memories will always remain

they say time is a great healer

Swinging doors
smacked with redemption

Enter the amber eyes
perusing the joint
Sweeping turn of heads

a hand so resonate
to the play of the gun

a deepened Growl
rose to play

"Where IS HE"!

Of darkest shadows
an emerged figure
Ramshackled
dressed in black

lifting eyes so slowly
darkened
mouth so curled

his cards
silently spread

a delicate word
"Here"

as clicking boot spurs
hung long and low
tapped the sound

the death keeper
a gracious

flow

He rose his glass

torn pieces
from my heart

then Tipped his hat

"Another turning of the dirt my boy's"

Resting my hand
No one shall die again today

for my man
with goodness

I Shall wait

Walk with the preacher
today

As sodden dirt
is falling from their hands

My sudden thoughts

Create the deathly
Plans

We arrived at last deep in the night
your dark grim facade faced us
seeming so hostile very unwelcoming

I shuddered as we went inside
it was dark and dank and so icy
hideous shapes under the covers

dim light flickering and fading
some squeals and rustles
pat of feet red eyes peeking

my trembling got worse
as deeper in we went
thick dust lay every where

the wizen old lady
gave a hideous cackle
as if she was full of evil

she lead us upstairs
a vast chamber we entered
tiny fire flickering in the grate

this was to be home?
icy fingers down my spine
hair starting to stand on end

shadows moving every where
short and long reaching out
clutching, grasping at me

I see the dagger striking
the pain is so immense
blood spouting out

I am mortally wounded
other murdered souls join me
in this house of deadly horrors

Like the baby
from the bag of a Kangaroo
I look around the world
From the Spider's net.

Believe me, I am caught
in the net of that Spider,
Where all my strength and thought
Are lost and gone for ever.

Fraud, corruption, lust
today are the only cost
of a better living
of an advanced society.

All these elements are the threads;
they have tracked me in my track.
Losing all my freedom of speech
I am ruined , I am gone.

Without effort to escape from it,
because, here comes the Great Spider;
the time comes nearer and nearer.
It will suck me , my blood and flesh.

And I am waiting for that moment.
Oh, Great Spider! I don't care for you,
because I am a man who only knows:
"Life means struggle for existence."