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FunnyBone - Stormwater
04:40
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Stormwater
Music and lyrics by
Nick Graham and Mark Robinson
Copywrite 1992 Laughing Dog and Smallboy Music
Beachhead Road; we got it out at Easter.
And the bells in the mission church yard were laughing.
Man, we growed! But swimming in the water
Was something I never told you, sugar-daddy.
For the rain faraway wish I could have thanked you harder.
And the stormwater flushed every rat into the harbour.
Liberty bells.
Down she goes like falling through the ether,
With a vision of something grander
Like a flower.
Nobody knows all my sorrows, nobody
Except Jesus and you and me and I can't remember.
Liberty bells ring out the hour, wring out the water,
Bring out the answering machine.
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Those That Sleep Must Die
music and lyrics by Mark Robinson
copyright 1994 SmallBoy Songs
They were walking
Yes, they were moving in and out
And through the twilight
Yes, they were looking for the bus stop
Or the phone box
But there was nothing left that seemed to them familiar
Yes, something happened to their world
And all the animals were going out with one another
And the girls had flowers growing in their faces
And the buildings were sleeping sideways on the mountains
Yes, those that sleep must die
They were breathing
Yes, they were breathing violins
And velvet undergrowth
And the bottom of their shoes
Had turned to quicksand
As they turned around to reach for their directions
Their sleeves had eaten all their fingers
And the underpants were stalking unsuspecting children
And the cars had little hands that reached from under
And the radios played Mantovani until midnight
Yes, those that sleep must die
Welcome to this alternative paradise
And the marmosets had overthrown and ruled the kingdom
And the toys were filled with bees and plug tobacco
And gymnasiums were jails that no one ever lived in
Yes, those that sleep must die
Welcome to this alternative paradise
And all the Christmas trees were made of cotton wool and leather
And the churches were underground except the steeples
And guitars flew overhead in strict formation
Yes, those that sleep must die
Those that sleep must die
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3. |
FunnyBone - Over My Head
03:39
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OVER MY HEAD
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright 1995 Smallboy Songs
I know that my glass is only half full
Half of the time
But half full of what according to you?
Your friends are so sophisticated
Drinking their lemons and limes
But they cant dance half as fast as i do
Explain to me the things that they said.
The things they say are always going
Over my head
I try to make an effort
As you watch me from the corner of your eye
But real soon it seems we're going back home.
I try to make it up in bed
But the things you want are always going
Over my head
Now looks don't count for much they say
It dont apply to brains much anyway
Why can't we just be stupid instead
Coz the things you say are going
Up and out and
Over my head
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4. |
FunnyBone - Pelicans
04:03
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PELICANS
Music and Lyrics by Nick Graham
Copyright 1994 Laughing Dog Music
I've been spending my time alone wondering why.
Sitting here in my underpants watching the sky;
Never stops to amaze me that pelicans fly.
Goes to show you what you can achieve if you try
Take a look at the things that you love-
Understand that you can't give enough,
Open up and give it as free as the sky.
I've been seeing things through the fullness of time;
Can't understand all that reason and rhyme.
Sometimes hindsight doesn't help you define
All of the things that you thought you had left far behind
Take a look at the things that you give;
Realize theres a whole in your seive.
Open up and give it as free as the sky
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WAIT FOR A TRAIN
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright © 1990 Smallboy Songs
Can you walk slow by the side of the road while the movers and shakers all speed?
Can you say no while the weeds choke and grow,
Can you stand there and wait round for me?
While the love we believe in is far from deceiving us
Still the old faithfuls are pulling past, gone far ahead
When it should be us up there instead.
You’re dying to break but you won't move or shake
Like your promise is written in blood.
Your dignity's suffered , your pride is all covered in mud
And you wait for a train that may never charge through here again .
And the cold and the rain makes you wonder if it's worth it when you stand on your own with your pain
And the promise is all you defend.
Still you wait anyway.
Look at the dust we were made from; it must be that something is kicking up that.
All those left behind are all wheezing and blind as they stumble their way off the track .
There's a trap for the lonely that says you and only you understands everything anyone ever has said -
It's squeezing me now half to death.
And the headlights are streaming, their stereos screaming,
They're picking us out of the dark
While the dirt and the stones and the weeds and the thorns leave their mark .
Sometimes they want to squeeze and squeeze and still squeeze;
They wanna squeeze your life away.
Sometimes I wanna let 'em.
But you wait like a man who just won't understand
It's easier walking alone.
And you wait for a train that has promised to take us back home.
And you wait for a train.
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HOLDING YOUR PYJAMAS
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright 1994 SmallBoy Songs
Oh my head hurts.
Who's letting in the sun?
I'm an island that's sleeping late
No bullets in my gun
No one beside me
Youre several hours gone
Holding your pyjamas
Is all i got to keep me hanging on
Yeah i could feed the cat
Or I could clean the flat
Hell I could even do the wash and laundering
Or I could go to sleep
Or even brush my teeth
But lying with your night gown's reassuring.
Just push the clock forward
Till you come through that door
Holding your pyjamas
Is all I got till you get home once more
I'll rest my lazy bones
And spend the day alone
I'd call you on the phone
But i dont want to
The afternoon is slow
The milkman comes and goes
The sun is going down now with a ven-gen- geance
Just push the clock forward
Till you come through that door
I'm an island that's hanging out
For your flag on my shore
No one beside me
It's minutes till youre home
Holding your pyjamas
Is all i got to keep me hanging on
Yeah your pyjamas
Is all i got to keep me hanging on
Yeah your pyjamas
Is all i got to keep me hanging on
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FunnyBone - Lucy Called
04:49
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LUCY CALLED
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright 1994 Smallboy Songs
Easy now; what was that commotion?
Was it the sound of a smugness being broken?
Easy now; nothings half as bad as it seems.
Roll it back; did you hear correctly?
Did he say what you thought you heard exactly?
Easy now; did it just escape from your dreams?
I'm talking it up but I'm kidding myself.
There's a cry rising up that'll last me a life time.
Lucy called and left her number.
Don't be late; she's going under.
Lucy called; I got her number down.
Go to bed, dream of some deliverance.
Toss and turn but it won't make any difference;
Lucy called and nothing stays the same.
I knew it might be sooner than later.
Mr Right must have got his walking papers.
Come tonight I'll hand her back my chain.
Now I loved her and she knew me like fleas know dogs
But she knew me better.
( chorus )
I can see her standing there, lazy fingers in her hair.
Must be something in the air.
Please.
Dial the number slowly like a last cigarette as you toss away the blindfold and see her pretty face staring out of the patterned wall-paper.
Lucy Called.
( chorus )
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FunnyBone - I Wanna Feel
05:40
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FEEL
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright 1992 SmallBoy Songs
I wanna feel.
I wanna just feel something;
Head in the clouds,
The pain or joy that's on your face.
Rattle my cage
And register next to nothing
Yet I cannot speak
Round the easy movements of your grace
It's hard to say I want you, to say I need you
Its hard to say I love you, to say i need you.
I wanna touch.
Whisper your heart's soft beating
Hold in my hands
The hungry aching of your flesh
Kiss in the black;
Kiss in the nightshade's keeping
Surrender the virgin lands into the meeting of your legs
It's hard to say I want you, to say I need you
Its hard to say I love you, to say i need you.
To say i need you
To say I want you
To say I love you
All my life I have believed
That Love is what my soul was needing
And love is a tender reed.
The gentle lift of your sweet breathing
Holds me death and dumb
I cannot tell you what I'm feeling now
I cannot lie.
Make me.
It's hard to say I want you, to say I need you
Its hard to say I love you, to say i need you.
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FunnyBone - Imogene
03:47
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IMOGENE
music and lyrics by Mark Robinson
copyright 1994 SmallBoy Songs
Your socks in the corner,
Your hair in the sink knows,
Your smell in my clothes cry
Imogene.
The roach in the ashtray,
My pallid reflection,
Her shoes in the ocean;
Imogene
Way down beyond the red sand
Far out to sea
Weighed down by my own hand
Imogene, Imogene, Imogene
Waits for me
Her hand on my lunchbox
Her pants on my dashboard
Her name on my bankcard
Imogene
The calls after midnight,
The sudden excuses,
The bits and bruises;
Imogene
I can still hear the sound of her breathe in the water
And she danced on the beach like a madman's daughter
And she called out his name louder
Over and over and over and over
My eyes on her wet feet
Her laughter in my ears
My life in slow motion
Over and over and over
Her smile brushing my rage
Gone in the ocean
Way down beyond the red sand
Far out to sea
Weighed down by my own hand
Imogene, Imogene,
Imogene waits for justice
Imogene waits for vengeance
Imogene waits for something
Imogene
Waits for me
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RETROSPECTIVE
Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Music by Michael Luchich and Mark Robinson
Copyright 1994 Smallboy Songs
Take me up; I'm a candle.
Handle me with all your love and all your tenderness.
Push me out in the darkness
Unless you find me too small a flame to light your steps.
And I whisper and wain with the wind in my eyes
As I look back across the plain and see the day you called me.
Retrospective; is this what I am, I was, I will be always?
Retrospective; am I in your hands? I was - who cares what I say?
Take my hand; I'm a blind man.
I can only see the shapes of things that used to be.
Break my legs if I falter
Halter me with chains if I dare to break loose and free.
Retrospective; is this what I am, I was, I will be always?
Retrospective; am I in your hands? I was - who cares what I say?
Would you call it a bluff with all this stuff that I bring to you?
Am I scared to face the barren waste that I am meant to plant for you?
Take me up; I'm a candle.
Handle me with all your love and all your tenderness.
All your love and tenderness .
Retrospective; is this what I am, I was, I will be always?
Retrospective; am I in your hands? I was - who cares what I say?
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FunnyBone - Dunno Why
03:26
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Dunno Why
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright 1992 Smallboy Songs
Three am with yesterday's paper
I'm slowly getting myself so pissed
It might occur to me sooner than later
That grief is something that i will never miss
I dunno why you keep me hanging around
You keep me hanging around
In a Corner
Convenient to you
Measured to order
I only gave what i could take
(I never overstepped the mark)
The only steps I took were like a crawl
And now I'm burning at the stake
(I don't feel much like Joan of Arc)
I don't feel much of anything at all.
I sort of fell into a trance
I never had a warning
I never said that i would be a dog for you
Sometimes I feel like i could dance
Sometimes i feel like mourning
You must believe this is the last life i would choose
I dunno why you keep me hanging around
You keep me hanging around
In a Corner
Convenient to you
Measured to order
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JUMP THE LAST MILE
Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
Copyright 1995 Smallboy Songs
Those trees; the ones I used to climb -
They’re smaller now than they’ve ever been.
Follow now; I’m walking over them
Into the sun to see what burns inside.
And if you step over the milky way with me
I’ll show you something nice you can take home
But you gotta jump the last mile.
Your knees are dirt and blood combined.
My shoes are Volleys, cheap as anything.
Overhead the stars are hanging low,
Low enough to open up and step into their secrets.
And if you step over the milky way with me
I’ll show you something nice you can take home
But you gotta jump the last mile.
You look so down and out but don’t be sad.
I’m gonna read my book; we’re gonna try again.
And if you step over the milky way with me
I’ll show you something nice you can take home
But you gotta jump the last mile.
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BREAKING ALL MY BONES
Music and Lyrics by Nick Graham and Mark Robinson
Copyright 1995 Smallboy Songs & Laughing Dog Music
A seat on an aeroplane comes cheaply
But still the price you pay's too high.
Cigarette burns upon your mantelpiece remind me
Occasionally cut the strings before you're pulled in two directions.
I drown within you as you leave me;
Breaking all my bones.
On the rocks the waves receive me;
Breaking all my bones.
The chicken and egg debate confounds me
Coz who in the fuck can work it out?
And every relationship that's over intellectualised becomes hypothetical.
I wonder when the Love Boat's on?
I drown within you as you leave me;
Breaking all my bones.
On the rocks the waves receive me;
Breaking all my bones.
I lie and ride the ocean's breathing;
Breaking all my bones.
Don't let it be said I gave in easy-
I couldn't believe it if I tried.
I never thought that life without you could mean anything.
When two halves make a whole is that the sound of one hand clapping?
I drown within you as you leave me;
Breaking all my bones.
On the rocks the waves receive me;
Breaking all my bones.
I lie and ride the ocean's breathing;
Breaking all my bones.
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FISTS OF RAGE
music and lyrics by Mark Robinson
copyright 1994 SmallBoy Songs
Fists of rage, fists of rage
Povert aint pretty
So it's shouldered downstage
Fists of rage
I wanna disengage myself
Before the next production
Blows the words off the page
Fiscal minded candy assed cigars
Think we're blinded
And we really are
Unless we're living in our cars
Fists of rage, fists of rage
Open up the book
And you can read any page
Fists of rage
We need the rock of ages here
To dash the ship to pieces on
Before it's too late
Theyre saying it with a smile
But it don't sound funny
No, it wouldnt touch the sides
Unless it's stuffed with money
It's a charity
And a photo opportunity
Posing for the press
With some cultured aborigines
Their pockets too deep
For their little biddy arms
And their fingers on the pulse of the nation
Getting itchy for a cheap resolution to the qualms
And the wallets of a new generation
The man in the street
Says his kids gotta eat
While the man in the suit
Wipes the blood from his boots
Fists of rage, fists of rage
Curl 'em up and see
If we can break down this cage
Fists of rage
Too late to free the slaves
I gotta keep some self respect
I gotta keep my guard raised
It's tough to keep us Disney minded now
Try to steep us with your sacred cows
And we'll be burning down the house
Fists of rage, fists of rage
Open up the book
And you can read any page
Fists of rage
I wanna disengage myself
Before the next production
Blows the words off the page
Fists of rage
Fingers on the pulse
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Mark Robinson Australia
I am Mark Robinson.. No.. NOT that one. I have been a singer/songwriter/guitarist since the age of 13 to now.. which is..
well.. old. I currently live in Katoomba, NSW and still write and record.
Previous bands have been The Noise Toys, Billion Park, The Inklings, Auto De Fe`, White as Red, Mice and Men and FunnyBone
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