JELLYFISH: SPILT MILK Lyrics From: Sandro (campobasa@topaz.cqu.edu.au) hush - a.sturmer / r.manning go to sleep and dream little darling it's time for bed time to put out the light sweet dreams are awaiting behind closed eyes and dark blanket of night where the bedbugs don't bite go to sleep and hush until morning you've said all your prayers time to make them come true don't worry your daddy is here if you need him tonight ease your mind rest your eyes and sleep tight goodnight joining a fan club - a.sturmer / r.manning she turned the nightlight on and blew him a kiss he stared back through his green crayola eyes she traced his likeness from off the back of the disc next to the boxtop promise of the biggest prize joining a fan club with my friends filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8 x 10's he looks so dreamy i'm in love from afar when i'm picking up a fallen star downstairs the late show's blasting 'age of the rock' the greedy monks playin' last sunday at the milky way mom's writing checks to the minister in the corner singing "dig down deep" cause if you wanna go to heaven all you gotta do is pay to pray joining a fan club with my pen filling my bath tub with holy water and amens he looks so dreamy i'm in love from afar when i'm picking up a fallen star shake that woody for me st. pinocchio you've paid your money now watch that money grow joining a fan club best be warned he turns me on when he wears that lampshade crown of thorns we'd look so dreamy sharing his balck caviar while i'm picking up a fallen star joining a fan club is a big mistake i still get heartburn when i think about all off the stamps i ate i wish i'd loved him before fate crashed his car say a prayer for a fallen star sebrina, paste and plato - a.sturmer / r.manning far behind the forest of flying paper aeroplanes grazing on the grounds of ponytails the substitute is counting down her ticks till recess hammering down to size her fingernails because today's the day sebrina builds her box lunch buffet kool-aid, sandwiches and chips for all the shoulders lunch is on the table soon dessert is on the floor singing so serene sebrina makes me feel so serene so serene sebrina makes me feel so serene chesney's looking dapper in his brand new dunce cap strolling down the runway to an "f" (never has he look so lovely) with all the others watching eating paste and plato (the one and only) he fights the urge to run and kiss the chef but she's a lovetarian especially in the form of puppies so he keeps his elbows off her table but he spills the beas that he loves the girl behind the boysenberry punch (sebrina) so serene sebrina makes me feel so serene (our lady of the jabberwock) so serene sebrina makes me feel so serene (i live to smell her tulips talk) so serene sebrina makes me feel so serene (hostess for the show and tell the shepherdess of the muscatel flock) lucnhbox, hopsctoch on the rocks with spitballs, pratfalls, alcohol sebrina... new mistake - a.sturmer / r.manning curtain opens spotlights the gentleman siging his love letter best wishes simpleton dialog swam from his pen like pollywogs he knew better that perfum was gravity pulling him closer to what could be tragedy love is blind, deaf and dumb, but nevermind you better catch me when i fall i'm on my roller skates cause any ole way that i fall i land in your arms even though it's wrong cause i love my new mistake intermission gave way to a miracle the birth of an accident grew to a spectacle that couldn't wait the mother was three weeks late so father mason clutching his crucifix baptized the baby in whiskey and licorice what a lovely way drowning sins and tooth decay looks like our hero's gonna fall the bow's about to break cause any ole way that i fall i'll be in your arms even though it's wrong with our lovely new mistake you better catch me when i fall i'm on my roller skates cause any ole way that i fall i land in your arms even though it's wrong cause i love my new mistake the ending turned tragic when many years later the baby had grown up and married a pop singer i guess it was her turn to make her first mistake any ole time at all any ole way that i fall i just like awake with my new mistake the glutton of sympathy - a.sturmer / r.manning in the breathless hush of four am in the dark sits a sad cliche' cloaked in the navy blu of slowly fading stars tell me how this came to be sleeplessness talk to me she'd say over and over again fumbling through a cut glass vase passing lipstick and cotton spools burning jealous pictures of marriages of friends you never asked to be the glutton of sympathy she says over and and over that this is the end 'cause i see it in her eyes what you don't know, time to let go i see it in your eyes there is so much more out there to be learned such mornful words on this white snow vacant page all the lesson that she learns she packs away will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy she writes over and over again that's when i see it in your eyes what you don't know time to let go i see it in your eyes there is so much more out there to be learned tossing, turning roll away indecision won't you ever make up your mind lifetime nighttime wake the day 'cause tomorrow will see if you've had your fill of sympathy will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy don't you know the stars are all fading let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile the ghost at number one - a.sturmer / r.manning ugly apparition gods gift to oxygen the puffed up immortal son how they love him cause he'll become the ghose at number one how does it feel to be the only one how does it feel to be the only one who know that you're right how does it feel to be a loaded gun how does it feel inside a chamber packed with piss and spite sure life's no cherry but a cupcake for the meek so he shoots up his poison until the frosting tastes so sweet (like a valentine) he's giving it all he's got the king of rebels hit the jackpot but his finish line was an artistic flop yeah even the critics can't outrun the ghost at number one how does it feel to be the only one how does it feel to be the only one who knows that you're right how does it feel to be a chalklind dollar sign how does it feel up at the address all the widows write mrs lynn the fruit of your labour gives s a saviour, nappy superstar to we've bid congratulations to him adulation a blessed life begun, for the ghost at number one how does it feel to be the only one how does it feel to be the only one who knows the you're right how does it feel to be a visionary poet how does it feel to pack a pen with vinegar and insight there's a party at the pearly gates of gold and platinum (and) for you an invitation to the holy rock'n'rollers how does it feel to be the only one how does it feel to be the only one who knows that you're right standing on the bandstand you'll see the legends who'll tell you how it fels to be the only one who knows how does it feel to be so deep down underground how does it feel to be the only one who knows you've been buried alive mrs lynn the fruit of your labour gives us a saviour bye, bye, bye - a.sturmer / r.manning so there it is all the truth is on the table nothing to forgive it's ok to start again the wedding cake almost fades into a memory thrown in cupid's face love's just frosting anyway they both think back to long ago when thoughts of them both growing old had given them the grey hair they deserved singing bye bye bye... well i've come to take you home another wife neglected to the end lives her on prison life solitaire's not just a game she called his bluff even thought the token and gold watch were never enough to tell the time and start again it seems all of these tragedies that last and last eternities have broken every bank and every bone singing bye bye bye.. well i've come to take you home all is forgiven - a.sturmer / r.manning heal me darling pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes grace your sunshine till everyithing's ok, alright, fine what's hers is his cause everything is forgiven forgiven though he soured the milk of human kindness all is forgiven (all is forgiven) truth and avarice encircle his words like a barberpole twisted and useless till they disappear in her camisole (goodnight alibi) throw away your daggers and pills cause everything's still forgiven forgiven though he bit off the nipple of human kindness all is forgiven hypocrite, four flusher, snake in the grass just a swindler and wolf in sheep's clothing, liar yes he tries to hide the cross he bears but splinters, like the truth have always risen all is forgiven though he shelters in the shade of the wings of a stool pigeon all is forgiven russian hill - a.sturmer i dreamt about a tranquil sunday drive a sensory lullaby we trade the comic cartoons and magazines for pistons and gasolines we see the road from the bedside parked under the sunshine we feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside and take to the motorway watch the clouds turn into faces it's fun to play shift the gears for years and age a single day until we spill onto russian hill past cathedrals filled with god's favorite guests dirty hands feel clean dressed in their sunday best treeline villages oh so heavenly cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of jumper only eden is for millionaires watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play shift the gears for years and age a single day until we spill onto russian hill i'm pulling through the last stoplight we head home past the shoreline and through the rear view mirror it melts away till we're hopeless watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play we're hopeless we shift the gears for years and age a single day it fades away for like curtains close this sunset matinee a dream fulfilled on russian hill he's my best friend - a.sturmer / r.manning i've known him all my life it seems so inconceviable at thirteen we shooks hands but we've been always inseparable he's cinnamon on my toast we're so close that's not to say we haven't had our share of arguments he's so unpredictable he winks acknowledgments when i would rather he closed his eye than push me aside my hand's a five leaf clover it's palm sunday over and over i never had the luck of swingers till i was wrapped around your finger he's my best friend he's my best friend he's my best friend i'm his best friend he's my best friend you don't need a brain to have a stroke of genius or a beautiful girl to let down your curls cause growing up is hard enough when your a powderkeg for powderpuffs (whether we're stayin' in or hanging out) i'd never ask another on a date to the ball he doesn't need a rubber sweater or alcohol cause he gets tipsy from exchanging looks and a little misty reading sticky blue dirty books but he's my best friend he's my best friend i'm his best friend he's my best friend my hand's a five leaf clover it's palm sunday over and over i never had the luck of swingers till i was wrapped around your finger he's my best friend (we could hold hands for hours) he's my best friend (in the bedroom or shower) he's my best friend (i pick him up when he's feelin down) he's my best friend (i guess he's always been hangin around) he's my best friend (he gets lonely now and then) he's my best friend (and he gets shy around another men) I'm his best friend (it seems i've reached the end of my best friend) too much, too little, too late - a.sturmer / r.manning say goodnight your song is through the faint refrain we hardly knew comes crashing against the drunken waters of ths wake when i hesitiate because all i can say is too much or too little too late farewell you fool spare me the punchline please i learned it well at sunday school way back when all you loved was the greasepaint not the collection plate so much for the funnyface because all i can say is too much too little too late remember when murder was only killing time and the axe to grind was a bitter gulp of strychnine what happened to the muskateers of chesterfields tobacco swords behind smokey sheilds say goodnight (goodnight) old song (so long) you're through (set the needle back and hum a tune) faint refrain (refrain) and make room (so soon) for new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view) but spare me the vague and not so clever couplets the ones i would've loved when i was you because now all i can say is too much too little too late and all i can feel, feels like the heaviest weight all i can say is too much too little too late brighter day - a.sturmer / r.manning strike the tent unpop the paintbox and pack the carriages with the flesh freaks of fear at the beach we left them shell shocked lining up the avenue in view of next year high steppin' like a brigade down the block don't be shocked to hear somebody say "wake up doomsday" it's time to join the big parade come and march in time with the band playing loud fighting crowds to see the matinee (it's tailor made) because it's gonna be a brighter day for the seeker of thrills behind the ferris wheels there's a man with one foot in the grave and one foot on a banana peel he's an actor of sorts who sold himself too short so now he travels door to door performing 'death of a salesman' oh my country tears of thee how the circus makes the world safe for anarchy in a cage with an uneasy chair atop a merry go round he wears that clown crown can't you see that you can come as you are as you were if you prefer you can change (yes it can be arranged) when you come and join the big parade but you can leave your bagage at home don't you pack don't look back then you can truly say 'goodbye highway' that what then and this is nowadays come on you big shot and enjoy the rain take a class in pumping blood into those weathered veins and i bet you'd still come out as a teacher's pet (ice cream and you cause it come to being watertight scream but you'll wrote that book you own the copyright and clown costume always be a plumber, i saw it hanging in the closet of your elbow room with a pipe dream) if you've had it up to here with what's real i'm here to tell you that it's no big deal because it's not too late if you hurry up you can come on and join the big charade line up shut up clean up and shave cause right behind you in the back of the fray is a blade he's a renegade turning bullshit into marmalade don't you know there's gonna be a heavy price to pay for pushing all these clouds away it's bound to be a brighter day it can't help but be a brighter day