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Like a wolf
By T.G. Muldavio

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Often times when the weather is good
I like to go a’walking in the fields.
I stroll along the lanes and over the meadows
In my hat and in my jacket.
(My favourite one with patches on the sleeves)
I wander fast. I wander furtively.
It’s not unusual, I encounter some cows,
And startle the cows. Their instinct warns them you
And they start running. Then I start running.
IT IS FOR JOY!
It makes a man feel like a wolf.
I spent a little time in Africa.
I saw antelope and elephant and giraffe.
I walked to Kilimanjaro in my boots.
I saw the marvellous Masai there, at the foot of the mountain.
We ate some very strange food.
I shared with them some strudel and some schnapps.
And we all danced: I in my European way;
They like flamingos, And like lions.
IT IS FOR JOY!
It makes a man feel like a wolf.
I am not at all a violent fellow.
I am disinclined even to raise my voice.
I appreciate the smell of fine tobacco.
I can admire a well-constructed bridge, just like anyone.
In the spring is time for festival, the clamour of calliope
And people walking on stilts, and juggling…
What is that I see over there?
Tables laden down with bowls and platters;
Enormous kettles steaming and smelling: Barrels overflowing…
With herring: succulent herring.
And pickled herring. And fishy soup.
Some boiled eggs. And still more herring,
It’s so lovely I want to eat my fill,
And wash it down with jugs of beer.
IT IS FOR JOY!
It makes a man feel like a wolf.

Handsome & Highwired
By Rufino

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Well I’m gonna hit the town on a Saturday night
The girls are sneaking out, give their Daddy’s a fright
I’m the kinda fella that they’re looking for
I got a pocket full of paper and I’m here to hit the dancefloor
At the Lido,
To the Pascha
Take a saunter to the Savoy
Kicking up my heels at the old Cortina
There’s a swell kinda fella from this new country
With a rosy-cheeked bella she’s as sweet as can be
She’s wiggling her toes and a looking at me
There’s gonna be some trouble before the clock hits three
At the Lido,
To the Pascha
Take a saunter to the Savoy
Kicking up my heels at the ol’ Cortina
Handsome and highwired cruising around
Antonio and Liztchek and big Stanislav
Me and the boys we’re as spic as can be
We’re gonna swing this town like it’s gay Paris
Well the girls sneak us back to the boarding house
We’re tip-toeing in just as quiet as a mouse
We’re all cuddled up –they know we mean them no harm
Till the whole scene is ruined by a fire alarm
Guess it’s back to the Lido
To the Pascha
Take a saunter to the Savoy
Kicking up my heels at the ol’ Cortina
Oh The Flamingo
Don’t forget the Taboo
Maybe meet you at the Rendezvous
Take a drink at the Alpine
I know your feelin’ fine
That Snowy Mountains Inn sounds right
It’s cosmo Cooma on a Saturday night

Way Down Below
By Mikelangelo

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Make my way down to the river
Leave my footprints in the sand
See the sun upon the water
Follow it to the dam
Keep on walking to the lake
Past that one old burnt out tree
There once was a town under the water
It’s no home to me anymore
Way down below
Maybe there’s mermaids waiting for me
Way down below
It can’t drown my memory
They put all the houses in our town
On the back of a flat bed truck
The time of year when the water’s down
You see the chimney’s rising up
I think of old flo with her scones
The major yells at an invisible man
Little roberta’s playin’ in a puddle of mud
Ahab’s moaning about the dam again
Way down below
Maybe my mother’s waiting for me
Way down below
I see my brother beneath the tree
But i can’t see my father
I can’t remember his face
I hope he’s happy up in heaven
Cos he isn’t in this place anymore

Right hand man
By Little Ivan

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Boxing day 1953
I got a job on the mountains scheme
War torn europe is my only past
Ambition is my only dream
BANG BANG I am the right hand man
BANG BANG I am the right hand man
Bang Bang I am the right hand man
Right hand man
Right hand man
Two man hut covered in snow
The days are long and the nights are cold.
I buried my friend, the last time i cried.
His dozer rolled in section 45
BANG BANG I am the right hand man
BANG BANG I am the right hand man
Bang Bang I am the right hand man
Right hand man
I’m a good lookin’ boy with the girls about town
The aussie boys they learn to watch their style.
I’ll give them warning more than one if i can
BANG BANG I’m am the right hand man
Bang Bang he is the right hand man
Bang Bang I am the right hand man
Bang Bang he is the right hand man
Bang Bang I am the right hand man
Right hand man

Guido’s farewell
By Guido Libido

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Don’t look at me, don’t reach for me
Don’t get in my way
Forget everything you’ve known about me
I’m going far away
The man i was and the man I am
Are no longer the same
You cannot follow, forget my face
Forget my name
Oh guido, I can’t hear you
Guido, guido, that’s not me
I’m going far away across the sea
Like a fading picture on a celluloid reel
The past is just a memory
From which we like to steal
The beast i was and the beast I am
Are neither one nor the same
Still I remember the flood
Everytime it rains
Oh guido, I can’t hear you
Guido, guido that’s not me
The ship is leaving port
To cross the sea Don’t follow me

Wages Song
By Mikelangelo

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There’s a track that winds up to the ghost of a hut
I used to call my home
Many a year under moonlight clear
My sins I did atone
Down below the wind still blows
The clouds still roll along
Up here you need two overcoats
Fire, whiskey and a song
The men outnumber six to one
The women here are fair and young
Will she dance or will she run
To another love
The working girls they bring ‘em in
You kiss their lips, you taste their skin
Then they take ‘em away again
There’s no more time for fun
When the working day is done
No matter where you’ve come here from
The pick, the shovel and the pelican
Count out the wages song When I quit my drinkin’
When I mend my ways
I will hold my head high
My heart will be free
To sing another song
When the working day is done
The dust is in your throat and lungs
You dream of a young sweetheart’s arms
As you sing the wages song

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