23A Swan Hill [Live (2002 / Sentrum Scene, Oslo)]

(ian hunter)

(transcribed by justin purington; corrections by colin ford)

Wrote this poem

Called "the floods roll on"

He said this ain't yours,

Where'd you get it from?

You must have stole it from a book,

Oh yeah

You must have stole it from a book.

'cause you ain't frail

You ain't beautiful,

And I don't fancy you

At all.

You'd be a ruin

If looks could kill

23 a, swan hill

Stiff with rage

Screaming at the sky

Innocence breaks

Says she wants to die

I'm assuming I'm alive

Oh yeah

I'm assuming I'm alive

She pushes and she pulls

My legs go weak

In fascinating terror

The whole world moves

And I'm standing still

In 23a swan hill

And it's always raining

And you never ask why

You never give yourself a shot

You just sit and watch your life go by

Kicking stones

At a still life

Want to pull it down

Slash it slash it

There must be some way out here

There must be some way out here

This ain't right

There must be more to life

Than breaking and entering

Doing people's heads in

Alcohol, nicotine

Thinking what I might have been

You would be a ruin

If looks could kill

23 a, swan hill

And the whole world moves

And I'm standing still

In 23 a, swan hill

And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23 a, swan hill

(repeat and fade)