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Spaceman Lyrics

12 Tracks. All original songs. All Vocals & Guitars by Paul Symons.
Released April 2005.

ANSAFONE, Paul Symons

You have reached our happy home
But we can’t make it, to the telephone
Jus’ leave a message, when you hear the tone
We’ll be getting back to you, real soon.. ( Oh yeah)

 

DUCKBREAD BLUES, Paul Symons & Nick Maddocks

It ain’t so bad being stuck in this town
But who needs pretty when you’re way on down
Put on my shoes, doing the beat
Using up leather, walkin’ up & down the streets
Im gonna tell you ‘bout the duckbread blues
(I know) Some you win & some you lose
When you got no money, you don’t have to choose
When you can’t earn a crust, you get the duckbread blues..
The reason that I came was just to get away
Baby just called me, & told me to stay
I said "I’ll send you tickets, you can come right away"
She says "I found a new man, & Im movin" today..
Well, I got no money, got no dough
Nothin to eat, got nowhere to go
Down by the lake, they’re doing OK
Birds of a feather are eating today..
Im gonna tell you ‘bout the duckbread blues
(I know) Some you win & some you lose
When you got no money, you don’t have to choose
When you can’t earn a crust, you get the duckbread blues..
When you got no money, you don’t have to choose
When you can’t earn a crust, you get the duckbread blues..

 

GOLDEN HOLDEN BLUES, Paul Symons

Bluesmen of old sang about their cars
Hudson Terraplane, Mercury & Dodge
I got my Golden Holden,
I got my Golden Holden,
Golden Holden, baby that’s a bluesmans car..

She got a 2. O. 2 that a man can trust
She got a two-tone paintjob, brown & rust
She’s my Golden Holden,
She’s my Golden Holden,
Golden Holden, baby that’s a bluesmans car..

(br)Warrant-of-fittness is out of date
But she could wreck a jap import with her numberplate
In the winter it leaks allover your feet
In the summer slow down so she don’t overheat.
She’s my Golden Holden,
She’s my Golden Holden,
Golden Holden, baby that’s a bluesmans car..

If you need a new car & you need to be told,
Don’t wait baby, just go for gold
Get a golden Holden
Get a Golden Holden
Golden Holden, baby that’s a bluesmans car..

(br)Warrant-of-fittness is out of date
But she could wreck a jap import with her numberplate
When the gearbox jams, get under the hood
You can swear & curse, it wont do no good..

She’s just a Golden Holden
She’s just a Golden Holden
Golden Holden, baby that’s a bluesmans car..

 

NINETY MILE BEACH, Paul Symons

I had an old car that I knew would make it
All the way
Theres heaps of them up there
Should have no trouble with parts
It was a fishing town
With a beachfront hotel
Glass crunch In the car park
It could’a been heaven or hell

You’re not as far as you think you are
And when you get to the end, its just rocks & sand,
You can’t be so deep & still stay out of reach.
Like driving up, Ninety Mile Beach.


I liked the way we met in the bar
"Just write your name on the blackboard,
I’ll know who you are."
I musta looked just like that dollar coin
Sittin on the edge
Like I was waitin’ for the 8 to fall.
She worked in the dairy, out by the wharf
She was writin her memoirs
Of a life up north
Like a fish out of water, I could only stare.
If she could finish this chapter,
She was out of there..
(Br)Her life scribbled out on the backs of old clouds
In her spare time.
In a shakey hand, like an old soul
A life that’s been spent, a letter not sent,
A note that’s been bent..

 

NOTHING TO SAY, Paul Symons

There once was a princess with long dreadlock hair
She had lots of parties, just quiet affairs
She lived in a castle with her best mates
But she didn’t say much, she had nothing to say
I knew of no reason, I knew of no rhyme
So I went down to see her with a bottle of wine
She was panning for gold, & she would be all day
She declined my offer, she had had nothing to say

Nothing to say, she had nothing to say
Do you ever have that kind of day
Nothing to say, she had nothing to say
I wouldn’t know, but I guess that’s OK


The king was a tyrant, the queen was a slag
Her brother the prince liked to dress up in drag
There was no real reason for her even being sane
But she was really quite normal, she had nothing to say
She cut all the taxes, & grew her own crops
She drank lots of whiskey & smoked lots of pot
When she shaved off her hair, they dragged her away
But the shrink could not crack her
She had nothing to say..

 

SPACEMAN, Paul Symons

Used to know this earthgirl
She had it in for me
I was the spaceman
She was the abductee
We used to go out drinking
& having fun
She had her reasons
I had my tests to run
I got this spaceship
From nineteen fifty three
It runs on good vibes
& LPG
Its got a little kichen
& a comfy bed
Its got a pot belly stove
& its wheels are red..

When life & work start to get me down
I just have to remember
Im a spaceman & the milkyway is my domain
Spaceman, gonna do another orbit
Let me tell you that the spacemans gonna ride again..


Well me & my first mate
She likes spacemen too
Cruizing thru the cozmos
In the afternoon
Might find a nice beachfront
& have a look around
Might pull on the handbrake
& really hunker down

 

WILD WEST, Paul Symons

Catherine & her daughter
Well they thought they really oughta
Go to town one day..
Well they hadn’t really been,
Since 1917, & theres some things they could really use..

You should have seen her face
When she saw how the place had run down.
‘Tin pan Bill’ put his feet up on the window-sill
And watched the day, turn nasty
‘There’ll be no work today’
He said with some dismay
And rolled himself a smoke
He ran his fingers through his hair
Even though he wasn’t there
And read last century’s Newspaper once again..

(Ch) The rain runs down the window
On another West Coast day
Well I know just how they’re feelin’
But I don’t know what to say
Sometimes I think I’m fadin’
When I look into their eyes:
But its just another lonely rainy day,
In the Wild Wild West..


I got together for some beers
With a small group of my peers
At the local pub last night
I saw Bill drinkin’ in the corner,
Well before the first world war
And I thought ‘well he’s alright’
Give them pretty gals a wink,
Maybe buy them all a drink with pure gold..

Ch
Some nights Im writin in my shed
I feel each hair stand on end
As I hear a footstep in the rain
The candle in my window lights their faces & their eyes
As they walk by
Just a little flicker
Maybe a sign of something bigger
I wish ’em both goodnight.. Ch

 

(WONDER) IF I'M MISSING YOU, Paul Symons

I always thought I’d dream about you
I thought your smile would keep me warm
In my sleep, well, I can’t seem to find you
& lately I don’t dream that much at all
Maybe its because you are so far away
Its so hard to unlearn what I’ve learned
I can’t afford to think too much about you
Can’t afford to pin my hopes on your return

I know Im just a little lonely
I know that I just got the blues
I’ll be back on top tomorrow
Wonderin’ if Im missing you?

It’s the end of another working weekend
& Im feeling just a little worse for wear
I don’t wonder where you are, or what you’re doing
I wish that I could somehow just be there.

 

All lyrics copyright Paul Symons, Schoolbus Records.

 

 

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