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This was inspired indirectly by some pretty significant “bikie gang” violence at Sydney Airport recently where a gang member was bashed to death in the middle of the day, in front of passengers and others who were in the airport. It was a very significant event here, and I imagine it may have made the news elsewhere too.
Of course, the “bikie” gangs in question are more about drugs (I mean SERIOUS drugs) than bikes these days, and on doing some reading on the subject I was reminded about the prevalence of the rather seedy environment in Sydney’s Kings Cross (nothing new, it’s been like that since well before I was a teenager), where drugs and prostitution are rife, and young lives are often detoured onto the “wrong side of the tracks”, which at its worst can mean an untimely demise. William St is one of the main thoroughfares, and the "El Alemein" fountain is a focal point.
Kids from my area sometimes make the trip to “The Cross” when they run out of people who care for them here, thinking they can make a life there, away from parents, teachers and police. Inevitably they end up with drug habits and other dangerous health practices, police records and, worst of all, working for the drug gangs. Not surprisingly, the latter option is somewhat hazardous to health.
I digress ……………. this, in my usual divergent manner, is about a boy leaving a small country town for the bright lights, and the potential that those bright lights might eventually snuff him out.
After some comments about the vocals on my last post, I thought I'd try something different - there are no fx/EQ/reverb etc at all on my voice this time. I have also gone to great lengths to make sure that absolutely nothing went into the red at all. Just in case you're interested ;)
Of course, the “bikie” gangs in question are more about drugs (I mean SERIOUS drugs) than bikes these days, and on doing some reading on the subject I was reminded about the prevalence of the rather seedy environment in Sydney’s Kings Cross (nothing new, it’s been like that since well before I was a teenager), where drugs and prostitution are rife, and young lives are often detoured onto the “wrong side of the tracks”, which at its worst can mean an untimely demise. William St is one of the main thoroughfares, and the "El Alemein" fountain is a focal point.
Kids from my area sometimes make the trip to “The Cross” when they run out of people who care for them here, thinking they can make a life there, away from parents, teachers and police. Inevitably they end up with drug habits and other dangerous health practices, police records and, worst of all, working for the drug gangs. Not surprisingly, the latter option is somewhat hazardous to health.
I digress ……………. this, in my usual divergent manner, is about a boy leaving a small country town for the bright lights, and the potential that those bright lights might eventually snuff him out.
After some comments about the vocals on my last post, I thought I'd try something different - there are no fx/EQ/reverb etc at all on my voice this time. I have also gone to great lengths to make sure that absolutely nothing went into the red at all. Just in case you're interested ;)
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Lyrics
Another Light Goes Out
© 2009 Neil Porter
Another light goes out in Sydney town
Another son sets into night
Don’t want to know too much it gets me down
Too many wrongs to make them right
Hitching in from down the coast
Looking for the rainbow’s end
It’s a game of lost and found
Lost and looking like a ghost
What he needs is one good friend
It’s a friend he needs the most
Another kid heads up to William St
Where the devil’s deals are done
He likes the kitchen but can’t take the heat
Likes the summer but avoids the summer sun
A busy night up ‘round El Alemein
A lot of Harleys on the street
Not much to lose, there’s not much left to gain
A light breeze knocks him off his feet
He’s just a dot on the horizon
Less than a pawn in the big game
The gods are restless and his ears are burning
He thought the rules remained the same
© 2009 Neil Porter
Another light goes out in Sydney town
Another son sets into night
Don’t want to know too much it gets me down
Too many wrongs to make them right
Hitching in from down the coast
Looking for the rainbow’s end
It’s a game of lost and found
Lost and looking like a ghost
What he needs is one good friend
It’s a friend he needs the most
Another kid heads up to William St
Where the devil’s deals are done
He likes the kitchen but can’t take the heat
Likes the summer but avoids the summer sun
A busy night up ‘round El Alemein
A lot of Harleys on the street
Not much to lose, there’s not much left to gain
A light breeze knocks him off his feet
He’s just a dot on the horizon
Less than a pawn in the big game
The gods are restless and his ears are burning
He thought the rules remained the same
Macaudion
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