Some poems (if you could call them that)

We will have a live version of some of these soon !! My stuff is work in progress. I make no apologies for

 

Song, 3 chords, take your pick C F and G works

.....By Howie Hughes 0109

 

I don't do this for a living , ya know I got a proper daytime job

(I make aeroplanes in Ballina)
A muzos life would never suit me style
If I'd a become a muzo, the drugs sex and rock and roll
Well I'm pretty sure it'd they'd have taken a pretty heavy toll

But then every now and then when im sitting in me office
With the fax machine playing up as it often does
N the computers spat the dummy
N the secretary's gone home sick
Straight out the door in me mind I go

Buy an FJ holden just like John Williamson
Live a life out on the road, that's the new me
I could sing his songs
no worries at all
Hay true Blue, is it me and you is it mom and dad or a cockatoo or....
Or………another one I like… Galleries of pink galas, purple nights with diamond stars
Apricots preserved in jars. That's my home or.....

All australian boys need a shed,

A place where a bloke can go

Somwhere to soothe his head

and think about the things his misses said !

Then the phone starts ringing and that dream is all long gone
Year got a proper job all right
But mabee just one day
When a warm wind is blowing
When the customers all stop customering
When the suppliers stop supplying
And the bankers all stop banking
When the phone stops ringing
The fax machine stops its faxing and the bloody email stops
Bloody emailing, dont start me on the internet... what is it about the internet and penis enlargment ? why, every time I open my emails, there it is... "do you want a bigger penis ?"... are these people looking from satelites in space when I.m having a shower ??
Ill probably be old and even grayer than I am now

So hear we are at the SAAA doo
I'm up on the stage entertaining you all
A brief glimpse at what life could been like
Dugs sex and rock and roll we sure got it all here tonight
N Thanks for listening to me and the misses and this crazy song.
Good night.

 

Song, work in progress....By Howie Hughes 0509

Its not fair, it isn't right
That an Aussie girl is doing time
In a stinking Asian prison cell
Sails on Sydney harbor go flapping in the breeze
While we sip our latee under Sydney Harbours trees
Shess lying, dying in a stinking prison cell
Its just not fair

The Pollys say we cant interfere
In another countries legal system
But we'r happy to go to war looking for weapons of mass destruction
that we never even there
We can blow up women and children, spray bullets everywhere
But we leave one of our citizens
In a prison cell to die
Its not fair

If she did the crime at all
If she did it here back home
She'd get mabee a years detention or a thousand dollar fine
Not half her life in an Asian prison cell
Its just not fair and its time we brought Shapelle Corby home.

 

Windmills by Howie Hughes 0109

On of those days
When the sky was so blue
The wind so warm
The shadow from a passing cloud so welcome
And a windmill to be fixed
In a cloud of dust in the old ford ute we arrived
With a box full of jangling tool, wire and fence pliers

Deep underground the valve had crapped out
The usual solution, pull it to bits, find out what's wrong and fix it

E knew I was there on a mission
E knew I was a thief come to steal
E also knew I was persistent
Like how white ants move in under ya house for a meal
Steal all right
Steal his daughters hand and a good hand at that

So up the windmill tower we climbed
With spanners and pliers and things
All tied on round ye belt incase you dropper one
Up to the platform, just room for 2
But what a view
Ya could see nearly all the way to Kilmore
You could smell the gum trees in the wind from the north
Grease and oil from the wind mills gearbox

So we undid the pipes that connected the pump
Then with fencing wire, removed all the rod
Then from way underground, up came the valve
Yep, it was buggered all right
Thousands of gallons it had probably pumped mabee even a million
Take a cow or a sheep, stuff in some grass , add water, that's how you get meat
We replaced the leather cup with a new one, cleaned the valve and smeared it with grease
Put the rod back down the pipe, turn the vane on
check it pumps, yep, shees right

A prospective son-in-law's lot is a dangerous one
But hard work seemed to gain me respect
On that windmill tower I think I nailed it
With the flies and the wind and the heat.
With Margies rice salad at lunchtime
A steak, a sliced bun and a beer
From then on things seemed to be different
The thief had got away clear

 

It was somewhere up in Queensland about three months ago I think
I came across this outback pub and stopped to have a drink
It was 42 outside and the beer was tasting fine
And I recon I could settle in when I read this little sign
"On the house. Free beer" it said "after you drink 9"
The tenth one is the bosses shout, it happens every time
Well I'd been there for 20 minits and I'd already swallowed 3
If I could drink a little faster
I'd get a beer for free
So I drank away and partied on
I was in boosers heaven
Another hour slipped past and I was up to number 7
Well the barman talked to me for a while, e said "your doin fine
You've earnt your first beer on the house
You just swallowed number 9 "
I was feeling quite light headed when I drank down number 10
When this old bloke sitting next to me said
"Why not start again ?"
"Why bloody not ?"I said to him, me voice is getting loud !
The place is filling up by now shee's packing up a crowd
People come from miles around the word was out I think
Someone said, this is his 14 th beer can this bugger drink
Well when I knocked down number 17, I slipped clear off me chair
I laughed and climbed back on again, I didn't give a care
The whole crowds right behind me beer was pooring out me ears
When I reached number 19, they let out 3 roaring cheers
I raised me finger up, I said Barman its your shout
And we laughed and talked until the bar room lights went out
Next morning, I was feeling ill
As I staggered thru the door
As I smelt the smell of stale grog and I looked like a dirty floor
They helped memup onto the barstool, they said "you finished on 28
You've only gote one beer to go and youl l get a free one mate !"
I didn't think I'd make it as I lay across the bar
But I might aswell get a beer for free, Ive come this bloody far !
Well death was near upon me, me throar was red and sore
The beer they gave me on the house, I had to suck up through a straw
The I headed for the doorway and I headed for it fast
I thought that if I had one more beer, that beer would be my last

10 more steps to freedom or else my life would end
The this old bloke at the doorway said
"Why don't you start again ?"

 

 

"The first time", Author unknown

 

 

3 men on a mountain stood and they gazed in silent ore at the scenic grandure spread beneath their eyes
The mist above the treetops, the sun on silver streams
And each man saw the scene through different eyes
Now the first man was a preacher and he got down on his knees
And he thanked his god for natures beauty grand confessed his own humility
And the pewney lot of man
And glorified the sight his eyes had scanned
Now the next man was an artist, a painter of renown
He saw the scene surrounded by a frame
If he could find the skills to capture what he saw
He would be assured of wealth and fame
Now the third bloke was a farmer
He let his gaze run out as far as visions would allow
Through the ruggard hills and valleys
Then he muttered to himself
What a bloody lousey place to loose a cow

 

 

Weelabarraback author unknown

Now perhaps Ive been to your town
When I was wondering through
Near Wondaring and Wangeratta
Wewar and Wincanya and Wanaroo
Or out at walara or Wingdang or willara Windalee
I bet Ive been to your town and you where nice to me

As I wend my way im welcome
Yet I wear a worried frown
But no one seems to know about Weelabaraback
The worlds most wonderful town

Ive been to Woodenbong willawong
Way out West Wyalong Woolengong
But You wana know where I am from
Well this is what I say
I say it's a well worn, white washed weatherboard shack
In Warratah street West Weelabarrack
With a well watered wattyl and a window at the back
And that's where I wanna be

That's where its always wonderful
And the weathers always warm
And the wombats and wallabies wander on the lawn
And the galas and currajongs warble up a storm
Yep, shees Weelabarraback for me

But you say you never heard of my home town
I know what your gonna say
Your gonna say Willagee Warrawee and Walla-Walla and Werribee
And theres Windy and Warroo in WA
You've heard of those I suppose
But not where I come from
You Say that Weelabarraback is not on your map
And Im having yas on

Well no matter where I wander eastly or westly
People point their finger at Worronga and Waringa and WoyWoy
And Werriby and once I went to Warners Gap and other places on the map
Like Willawarra wee and Waramben

But I bet you've never seen
The place that's best of all
It's the well worn weatherboard whitewashed shack
In Waratah Street west Wellabarraback with the well watered wattyl and the window out the back
And that's where I wanna be

Its where the wild Woosteria grows so tall up Mrs watsons wash-house wall
And there's not one wowser in the town at all
It's the best town under the sun
Its like all the others rolled into one
But best of all that's where I'm from
Its Weelabarraback for me.