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Artiste : Augie March
Titre : Thin Captain Crackers
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