Here on the hill above the settlement The buildings are talking A tower to a terrace says the word´s on the street The dead are walking The brows are arched of the mews across the street
By a pale ocher light are made out heavy reliefs Where all your dreams are borrowed All your senses are thieves And Ned Kelly won´t ride past your window Despite the freeze on your disbelief Don´t bring ´em up if you can´t put ´em down Thin Captain Crackers bowling naked Through the center of the town The sun won´t bake his blue skin brown He´s been too long underground I see, said a blind builder to his deaf daughter As he picked up his hammer and saw If blood is thicker than water Why´d you dress in the dress that you wore? The blind are drawn by a blank curiosity Don´t bring ´em up if you can´t put ´em down Drawn on mirrors where windows used to be Don´t bring ´em up if you can´t put ´em down
Some people might say My desire´s not the captain of me And Red Barry might fly from his pedestal At night to spook the university Don´t bring ´em up if you can´t put ´em down Thin Captain Crackers bowling naked Through the center of the town The sun won´t bake his blue skin brown He´s been too long underground Oh, tailor my bones what need new clothes But the lower half loves what the upper half loathes I could get around like an intellectual I suppose Wearing the highs with the lows But I’d sooner sing these doleful drones By barcoo dog and lager phones My hand don’t write when a feather it holds It hangs like a wren with its neck wrung
Did the bells in my quasi commode Where I have to shift my head To see where my pillow go’d? Some mornings I wake up by the side of the road Bringing it up for the gutter After putting it down for the crowd I said I would arrive in the capital Don’t bring ‘em up if you can’t put ‘em down After chucking outside The St. Augustine´s purple parish hall Don’t bring ‘em up if you can’t put ‘em down And you know I can’t