© Copyright 2014 Suzie Stapleton // Background photo by Liz Reed

  • Twitter Clean
  • w-facebook
  • Instagram Metallic

THYLACINE

I came in from the outside
With the ghost of last night’s memory
Drawn to the light
Where have you been?
Angels gather
Ancient footprints in the snow

Thylacine

I came in from the outside
The stars all casting shadows
On other worlds
Heart of the night
Beats within
Secrets caged within your bones

Thylacine
From the outside

Hunter
Oh, hunted
Come baby
Come back
Dark night remember
Breathe life to these embers
Hunter
Oh, hunted
Come baby
Come here
Oh, precious glimpse
Howl on the wind

Thylacine
From the outside

NEGATIVE PROPHET

Turning white in the shade
A gun made out of yesterday
Killing time, got RSI 
Crossing t's and doubting I's

Say it loud, speak of proof
Say it ten times, make it true
Sell it to the searchers, the beggars, the bored
Sell it before it’s sold to you

But the future is here
And the dawn that divides night and day is clear

Traded soul, time in lieu
Got a raise, got nothing to lose
Got my feet up on the chair
To stop the cold coming up my legs

Take a picture, take the pills
Use a filter, cure all ills
Took as much as I could fit
Onto my plate, into my hit

But the future is here
And the dawn that divides night and day is clear

A foetus blinking in the sun
Nobody told me we had begun
Rub snake oil into the wound
Praise the negative prophet with a positive tune
Tried to break the habits, tried to break the fall
But it all happened so slowly, like nothing was happening at all
Save your money, save your health, enslave your marriage, save yourself
Pick a course, pave the road, pay the mortgage, pull the load
Grab the young flesh while you have the chance
Put it all on black, rip up the card and steal the last dance
A naked oak, a white-picket cage
Prehistoric longings in a modern age
Well, I’ve been taking deep breaths, it’s been a while between shrinks
Up in the attic is a box of thoughts that I shouldn’t think
They will sell you a crutch, watch you limp away
They know you can run, they need you to stay
Sickly creatures on Satan’s earth
Trading in their rosaries and trying to buy some worth
An altered boy on his knees,
Screams “Oh God, do you believe in me?”

But the future is here
And the dawn that divides night and day is clear

Oh God, do you believe in me?

YESTERDAY'S TOWN

Descend into the valley
The road rises and falls
Cracked earth and whitewash crumbling
My footsteps ring out

I am searching for you
As the sun goes down
But only ghosts are walking
This is yesterday’s town

A mirage or a memory
A deserted heart
The air is like kerosene
The sky is gonna open up
 
I am searching for you
As the sun goes down
But only ghosts are walking
This is yesterday’s town

As the ghosts keep a vigil
Sheets stick to my skin
Hard earth
I will find a way in

I am searching for you
As the sun goes down
But only ghosts are walking
This is yesterday’s town
 

YOU WERE  THERE

Black air came a-drifting
Across the bay into the throne
The linesmen’s sights were shifting
Yeah, I was drinking all alone

And you were there

Poppies, maggots, maladies
In the dark and incomplete
A hundred small town melodies
They were rising from the street

And you were there

Across a mirrored galaxy
The stars moved out of place
A million burning effigies
They were running outta space
 
And you were there

 

MY CONS ARE MAKING A CRIPPLE OUT OF ME

 

Headlights pass again and again

I’m going under

He’s not too sure if you are a friend

So he’s charging by the hour

 

Too trying to think about

The beds I’ve made that I’m lying in now

 

Circular reality

 

A certain stillness in motion

Hold my wet towel body down

I’m going under

Bones are grinding cold in this deadpan town

 

My souls are wearing thin

And troubled water is seeping in

 

But I’ll wave at you from my parade

In this circular reality

As I travel ‘round this singular state

My cons are making a cripple out of me

 

I’ll watch your smile

And your colours fade

 

But I’ll wave at you from my parade

Yes, I’ll wave at you from my parade

In this circular reality

As I travel ‘round this singular state

My cons are making a cripple out of me

I’ll watch your smile

And your colours fade

SONG OF THE ARTESIAN WATER

 

an adaptation of a poem by Banjo Paterson

 

Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought

But we're sick of prayers and Providence - we're going to do without

With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below

We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go

Sinking down, deeper down

Oh, we'll sink it deeper down

As the drill is plugging downward at a thousand feet of level

If the Lord won't send us water, oh, we'll get it from the devil

Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down

 

Now, our engine's built in Glasgow by a very canny Scot

And he’s marked it twenty horse-power, but he don’t know what is what

When Canadian Bill is firing with the sun-dried gidgee logs

She can equal thirty horses and a score or so of dogs

Sinking down, deeper down

Oh, we're going deeper down

If we fail to get the water, then it's ruin to the squatter

For the drought is on the station and the weather's growing hotter

But we're bound to get the water deeper down

 

But the shaft has started caving and the sinking's very slow

And the yellow rods are bending in the water down below

And the tubes are always jamming, and they can't be made to shift

‘Till we nearly burst the engine with a forty horse-power lift

Sinking down, deeper down

Oh, we're going deeper down

Though the shaft is always caving, and the tubes are always jamming

Yet we'll fight our way to water while the stubborn drill is ramming

While the stubborn drill is ramming deeper down

 

But there's no artesian water, though we've passed three thousand feet

And the contract price is rising, and the boss is nearly beat

But it must be down beneath us, and it's down we've got to go

Though she's bumping on the solid rock four thousand feet below

Sinking down, deeper down

Oh, we're going deeper down

And it's time they heard us knocking on the roof of Satan's dwellin'

But we'll get artesian water if we cave the roof of hell in

Oh we'll get artesian water deeper down

Yes, we’ll get artesian water deeper down

 

And a harsh wind is blowing

The temperature is vast

Nobody here is knowing

Of your good deeds from the past

You can scream into the darkness

You can dig your knuckles raw

But the Good Lord he can’t hear you

And old archfiend wants you more

 

And it’s down, deeper down

Oh, we’re going deeper down

And it's time they heard us knocking on the roof of Satan's dwellin'

Yeah, we'll get artesian water if we cave the roof of hell in

 

Sinking down, deeper down

Oh, we're going deeper down

As the drill is plugging downward at a thousand feet of level

If the Lord won't send us water, ah, we will get it from the devil

Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down

Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down

BRING BACK THE NIGHT

 

Did you know

Did you know you’d find me here?

Were you looking, babe

Or is it you you’re trying to leave?

 

Concrete arch hangs low

The news lays crumpled at our feet

Dirty needles tear

But skin so bare is barely worth defeat

 

Bring back the night

Starry eyed

Before the curse

Of age and time

A flat foot race

A tortured sun

Bring back the night

Our shadows one

HIT

 

Take me down to the water’s edge

Take me down with a look

Take me down where the air is like wine

The dive is divine

Drag me down

I’m hanging on the line

 

I get hit

I get hit

I get hit

I get hit

 

Drown me out with a whisper

Drown me out with a wave of your hand

Drown me out where the beggars bathe

A watery grave

Down and out

I’m hanging on the line

I get hit

I get hit

I get hit

I get hit

 

I take the bait every time

 

 

 

THE LAST NOTE

 

The last note echoed through the room

The band packed up for the night

The crowd dispersed humming their tune

I drained my glass, grabbed my bag

And I walked across the room

A page in history went down

And then it turned

And that’s alright

The word it echoed around town

But that’s alright

There are other places I can go to hide

 

I never thought you’d still be here anyway

So see you ‘round

But if you want to stay

Yeah, that’s alright

 

I hear the factory’s closing down

They’re moving on

Progress won

As models fade and rivers dry

I’ll drive through the night

Or find another way to leave it all behind

 

I never thought you’d still be here anyway

So see you ‘round

But if you want to stay

Yeah, that’s alright

 

And I know you got more seeds to sew

And that’s alright

Yeah, that’s alright

Mysteries need room to grow

Maybe I’ll crack the code

In another place, in another time

 

Like a well worn book

You gave me that look

And I had to turn away

I never thought you’d still be here

But if you want to stay

That’s alright

Yeah, that’s alright

 

6FT AWAY

 

Well, I feel it coming down again

Time to lick this falling curtain

Got my demons in the back

Laugh and drive into the black

Another bar I’ll find a friend

 

Six feet away

 

My eyelids, they haven’t shut in days

Got a cat food mouth and a pickled brain

My gin is shot and my conscience hanged

But I’m, I’m moving onI’m moving to

I’m moving onI’m moving to

 

Six feet away

 

Sewn my back against the wall

I’m not moving mountains

I can barely move at all

So if you’ve found a sanctuary

Lock the gates

‘Cause I’m

 

Six feet away

 

I eat this stale bread

Chewing harder with each short breath

And while I while away the hours

I’m guessing that my hour is a while away

I chew this stale bread

Wash it down with a glass of regret

And time has wasted me

But I’m, I’m moving on

I’m moving to…

 

 

WHAT WAS

 

The shops are all closed, you finished up late

The sky stretches over the knowing landscape

And the folks are in houses, their gardens well kept

Dinner smells sweeping grey pavements you tread

And you stick out your neck in the cold winter air

Not whole by yourself nor as half of a pair

And they won’t let you go these things of the past

Goading you on with your briefcase and cask

 

What was it that you wanted to say?

 

The stock’s running low, your faith even less

And they’re acting like strangers these ones you know best

And you passed the hat, yeah, you passed the blame

You passed them by when they called out your name

And now nobody is here and nobody cares

And nobody waits as you walk up the stairs

Your apartment is cold though your windows are closed

Looking out to the land where your sun always rose

 

What was it that you wanted to say?

 

You try to hold on, your hands always slide

And you try to make sense but your net’s cast too wide

From the depths rises up a recurrent discourse

You fit through the night and you’re waking up hoarse

And you’re dying to hear what they’re dying to say

But you’re better off deaf ‘cause you’re dying anyway

But until you arrive at the end of the line

Just keep pushing it down as it crawls up your spine

 

What was it that you wanted to say?

 

 

You’ve waited your turn, a worn grape in the sun

Long time ago burnt, long time ago done

And they’ve given you love but you can’t give it back

Burden burns coal on your one-minded track

And the days race ahead like the beats ‘neath your vest

As it fights like a knight and a beast in your chest

And they had you once, yeah, you could have confessed

Now it’s weighing you down like your stiff Sunday best

 

Oh what was it that you wanted to say?

 

 

 

CUT AWAY

 

Hello world you see right through me

Hello world you speak so fast

Out on the street the wind blew through me

as the leaves fell

 

Upon a tide there was a sailor

He washed up on a weathered shore

And once I thought I had a saviour

but tides they change...

 

...Cut away

 

 

 

ASKING

 

It’s not that I wanted this way

So I’m asking

And time it’s got a bitter taste

So I’m asking

I know that the tide’s gonna change

I climb the rocks and I stumble on in vain

But I’m drowning this way

So I’m asking T

 

ake one for myself

For the road

And for good health

But it only numbs the pain

So I’m asking

 

The edges have started to fray

So I’m asking

Choke every time I start to explain

So I’m asking

I know that a monster awaits

I close my eyes and I reach in all the same

But I know it’s not safe

So I’m asking

 

I took one for myself

Doesn’t everybody else?

Now I’m lying here awake

And I’m asking

Yeah, I’m fucking asking

 

Don’t know what I wanted to take

I closed my eyes and I reached in all the same

But I’m drowning this way

So I’m asking

Take one for myself

For the roadAnd for good health

But it only numbs the pain

 

 

BITTER SEED

 

I don’t want to be here anymore

I don’t want to be here anymore

But if you read the sign on the door

You wouldn’t have waited around for more

 

I don’t want to be here anymore

A bitter seed in the eye of the storm

But if you read the sign on the door

You wouldn’t be crying for who you were

 

 

 

All lyrics written by Suzie Stapleton

except for Song of The Artesian Water which is an adaptation of a

poem by Banjo Paterson