Frank Black (bloodisthin) wrote in lyricsluts,
Frank Black

Augie March - Mt. Wellington Reverie.

(Three convicts, Hobart guest house, Marcus Clarke hails his last taxi)

You can't walk through the Isle Of The Dead, you can't lie still in the guest house bed
There's a pair of black eyes staring down at you from the mountain top through yr window
The bunks are empty, your mates are gone and breakfast lasts an hour long
O warm bread, drawn tea, the bastards'll never get to me...

But somebody knows, somebody knows
Somebody always knows, where a body goes

I were one of two, we were joined at the shoe when we thought to make our break
So we shimmied our locks and we knocked up a box and we rode the thing down the waterway
Now the Derwent twists and the Derwent slides, it's a moving thing with many eyes
O who'd have thought at all or often that vehicle would become our coffin?

So many souls, so many souls
So many souls in the water
I left me a little daughter, and I left me a girl
In that tired old world...oh where are they now?

I am one of a gang set to work on the land a-clearin' and fellin' and killin'
The best of us here has a conscience clear and he goes about it keen and willing
We're shooting them from the rocks and we're shooting them in the water
And when they're running we're shooting them in the backs and we do it without a thought or care...

So many lies, so many lies
So many lies been told
We'll none of us here grow old
Not gracefully, not peacefullly
In this blind old land
In this dreaming land
In some demon's land.
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