Robert Forster: vocals, guitars, piano, organ
Grant McLennan: vocals, guitars
Adele Pickvance: bass, keyboards, backing vocals
Glenn Thompson: drums, keyboards, guitar, backing vocals
Tom Rees-Roberts: flugelhorn
Trevor Mires: trombone
David Powell: tuba
Duncan Lamont: clarinet
Dave Ruffy: keyboards, percussion
Produced and mixed by Mark Wallis and Dave Ruffy at Good Luck Studios, London
except Boundary Rider recorded by Neil Coombe at The White Room Recording Studio, Brisbane
HERE COMES A CITYJust pulled out of a train station weíre moving sideways Iím sitting here with three other people in the carriage Passing churches, passing stations, a bustling complex I see a sequence 22 rivers out my window Pushing you away from me Pushing you away from me The skyscrapers the cloud scratchers Here comes a city The sandwich maker the trollycar pusher Here comes a city Pushing you away from me Pushing you away from me Etterzhausen, Frankfurt Central, here comes a city And why do people who read Dostoevsky always look like Dostoevsky? A crowded train, a silent night The countryís black and the cities are bright On this flight, through the night On this flight, historic night Here comes a city
FINDING YOUWhat would you do if you turned around And saw me beside you Not in a dream but in a song? Would you float like a phantom Or would you sing along? Donít know where Iím going Donít know where itís flowing But I know itís finding you What would you do If you saw me driving by in a car The quickest youíve ever seen me spin? Would you smile and wave Or would you bow and get in? Donít know where Iím going Donít know where itís flowing But I know itís finding you But then the lightning finds us Burns away our kindness We canít find a place to hide Come the rainy season Surrender to our treasons Can we even find our tears? Donít know where Iím going Donít know where itís flowing But I know itís finding you
BORN TO A FAMILYBorn to a family a family of workers Born to a family of honest workers Then I came along golden boy who belonged And changed the system of honest workers I was square into the hole there was something in my soul What could I do but follow the calling What could I do but follow this calling When I was five years old Asked when Iíd be old Did I have a plan But I knew who I am Born to a family
NO REASON TO CRYFor days we fought across the globe You bit my tongue on a Lisbon Road We staggered home to the black hotel Blew our money at the wishing well December sun didnít make us sing Wounds too deep to keep anything But thereís no reason to cry. Been fifteen years since we last spoke The wounds have healed on my throat The autumn sunís a creamy haze On Fox Hill Green I lose the day But thereís no reason to cry.
BOUNDARY RIDERThereís a boundary rider at the five mile fence bloodwood, bones + steers And the skyís so deep you canít find your sleep keeps you walking through these tears So you reach for things youíre never satisfied youíre running down the years And to know yourself is to be yourself keeps you walking through these tears Some days you ride it hard to stop them getting out then comes the day you ride to stop them getting in Thereís a boundary rider on the five mile fence bloodwood, bones + steers And to know yourself is to be yourself keeps you walking through these tears.
DARLINGHURST NIGHTSI opened a notebook, it read ďThe Darlinghurst YearsĒ I snapped it shut but out jumped some tears I didnít have to read it, it all came back Dragging my fingers through my hair Hidding behind her back Gut rot cappuccino, gut rot spaghetti Gut rot rockíníroll through the eyes of Frank Brunetti And always the traffic, always the lights Joe played the cello through those Darlinghurst Nights One more coffee and I must go Back to my room more chapters to go Weíll meet up in an alley with more places I know Iím going to change my appearance everyday Iím going to write a movie and then Iím going to star in a play Iím going to go to Caracas because you know Iím just going to have to get away Marjorie and Kim, Andy and Clint, Debbie, Bertie, people came and went And then there was Suzie who we never ever saw again And always the traffic always the lights Climbing that hill star studded nights Joe played the cello Alright.
LAVENDEREverybody said that sheís good in bed Other people said that sheís well read Sheís got a pair or black boots that kick stones Sheís got black moods she calls her own Sheís got Tasmania in the back of her head A future move in her head Sheís been to Sydney once, no more They poisoned her water and nailed her door She wears Lavender itís her scent Lavender wherever she went
THE STATUEI blow the dust from your lips and beg forgiveness But thereís too much moonlight on your skin I rise and face the day Another weary sinner I canít feel your touch in the blaze of noon At night I haunt the boulevard To the songs of Sacha I need the touch of fingers on my skin Then the sunrise seeks you through a maze of dragons And drops its touch On the fir trees in the wind They say that ice will melt Marble can blind you Doesnít matter what you felt No-one can find you To remind you Cause youíre a statue nothing can hurt you Youíve lost the touch Cause youíre a statue nothing can hurt you Youíve lost the touch No-one can find you Or move you
THIS NIGHT'S FOR YOUI follow footprints to the edge of the moon While the silver moves around the room Your sister says your ship is sailing soon Sighs and whispers from the red lagoon Then the fire calls and the day blinds you And a tower falls and the stars find you This nightís for you. I find some feathers buried in the sand I put them on and try to leave the land Beyond the break horizons run unplanned I wear your footprints tattoos in my hands Then the fire calls and the day blinds you And a tower falls and the stars find you This nightís for you.
THE MOUNTAINS NEAR DELLRAYIn the mountains near Dellray, acres and a farm, music in the barn, itís no struggle. Snow in the sun. October in the rain. The people that have come are in the middle. And does the Derwent flow? Anywhere up that way. Does the Derwent flow near Dellray? And when you make a wish. And you get the wish. Never let it go, itís no struggle.