Beyond The Pale

by The Kellaways

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1.
BEYOND THE PALE Going down a lonely road now Going to the end of the line (beyond the pale) Opened up a racial window Looking back to earlier times (beyond the pale) The drums of mindless hate are beating loud An ignorance of which the owner’s proud We love a fair go – my head is bowed (beyond the pale) Opened up Pandora’s worms here We will pay for hundreds of years (beyond the pale) You could call it our blackest moment Resurrected, archaic fears (beyond the pale) The condescending private schoolboy smirk The problem is they just don’t want to work Give ‘em just a sniff – they go beserk (beyond the pale) Mandatory jail (for kids and mums, the sick) Mandatory fail (at school, relationships) Mandatory live with less (of what we all have) Mandatory early death (we always take the very best) Once you go here you can’t turn back Alabama’s surprisingly near (beyond the pale) Some had better stay in the outback While we shed our crocodile tears (beyond the pale) The patronising fake indignant claim I’m OK and I’m surely not to blame The same old excuse – pathetic, lame (beyond the pale) Mandatory jail (for kids and mums, the sick) Mandatory fail (at school, relationships) Mandatory live with less (of what we all have) Mandatory early death (we always take the very best) Beyond the pale, beyond the pale, beyond the pale, beyond the pale
2.
ENGLISH MISSED He walked alone, down an English lane Dusk was drawn, through a mist of rain He looked up, into the laden clouds Saw the one that he would be without, for evermore He roars... I see you, in the distance But you are all a-shimmer I peer through, swirling mists And you’re there, but getting dimmer, now (dimmer now) He walked on into the deepening night His mind running over, his lovelorn plight A dog’s lone bark, then a curious sound Could that be her, he spun around, in surprise He cries... I hear you, in the darkness I call my words are smothered I hear you, I hearken I move but I am covered He waded on into his personal hell Big macho man now a pitiful shell Reality seeping, determinedly wet A simple picture, he couldn’t get, into his head He wept... I see you, in the distance But you are all a-shimmer I peer through, swirling mists And you’re there, but getting dimmer I hear you, in the darkness I call my words are smothered I hear you, I hearken I move but I am covered over It’s over, yeah, it’s over, mmm, it’s over, it’s all over
3.
03:04
DARK HAUNT I see, where you’re going to I think I know, where you’re coming from I’ve walked through passes, with snow caps all around Wondered if I would ever come down I’ve been, into outer space I’ve seen into, the calmest place I’ve fought through snow, cold, deep to the waist Wondered if I’d ever see your face And I tried so hard to find you I was buried deep On my mind – I’d lied to you Wading through a secret, I couldn’t keep I know, all my darkest haunts I’ve thrown the towel in, had lowly thoughts I don’t deserve you, somewhere high above Wonder if I’ll ever find your love And I tried so hard to find you I was buried deep On my mind – I’d lied to you Wading through a secret, I couldn’t keep
4.
04:29
THE LINEMEN I am a lineman for the local shire Searching for the coming thunder storm My job is just another to be privatised I’m looking for a new line and new form, (out of form) I am a lineman for the local band The mirror and the razor are my tools Running practised eyes over pretty fans Making sure they know who makes the rules And the Wichita Lineman is still there, online The Wichita Lineman is still there, online The Wichita Lineman doesn’t know that time Passed him by, passed him by I am a lineman on a tuna boat We use the long lines of both kinds Pointing our noses into the Great Bight wind Looking for the silver streak in our minds And the Wichita Lineman is still there, online The Wichita Lineman is still there, online The Wichita Lineman doesn’t know that time Passed him by, passed him by
5.
05:01
MISSING I hear you, but I don’t listen much I hear you, but I often lose touch Thinking back now on the times that we shared All of those pleasures could never be bad We did nothing wrong, we tried and we cared Lost the perspective on just what we had I see you, but I miss many things I see you, from the shadows you spring Remembering too, all the edges too rough The task we attempted was really too hard We did nothing wrong, the going was tough When a full house was needed, we had no cards To play, then the day came to part We played, then the house fell like cards Replayed on the strings of the heart I hear you, but I don’t listen much I hear you, but I often lose touch Memories fade, the face shows the time Passing so quickly, like ships in the night We did nothing wrong, in fact we were fine Tired of our selves we head for the light To play, then the day came to part We played, then the house fell like cards Replayed on the strings of the heart I hear you, I see you, I hear you, I see you I hear you, I see you, I hear you, I see you
6.
04:11
S11 HOLES (Hit Me) Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Left a yawning hole, in what’s left of my faith Left me feeling cold, things I can’t replace Took away my answer, deprived me of my share Symptom of a cancer left me feeling bare Can’t repeat it, not anywhere Left a gaping hole, right in my backyard Sliced into my soul, found it wasn’t hard Didn’t need the cutters, just walked right in Took the bread and butter, pulled away my pin Left a creeping feeling under my skin Hit me where it hurt most, blew me away Found a fatal weakness, left me feeling grey Hit me with the questions, what I would’ve done Flashing through a fast rewind, video rerun Rerun, and we run Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Left an aching hole, in all of my plans My fortune had been told, taken from my hands Cut me too the quick, then plunged on down The feeling in the pit, with darkness all around Hit me where it hurt most, I heard no sound Hit me where it hurt most, blew me away Found a fatal weakness, left me feeling grey Hit me with the questions, what we could’ve done Flashing through a fast rewind, video rerun Rerun, and we run Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole Hit me where it hurt most, left a hole
7.
MALLORY'S SONG One more tragedy, a man meant to die Scott and Mallory, too far, too high Too far, too high The poles and the oceans, all mountain peaks Faster or further, oxygen free Oxygen free Mallory, lying in the snow Pearl white back, almost aglow Oates all alone, the blizzard closed in Crawls to the south, consumed by the wind Mallory, Mallory Where did it take you, did you ever see? (We believed in you) Many have followed - their mess in the snow Oxygen bottles, a frost-bitten toe A new tale of woe Undoubted courage, the Sherpas must show Why fight a blizzard when we already know We already know Mallory, lying in the snow Pearl white back, almost aglow Oates all alone, the blizzard closed in Crawls to the south, consumed by the wind Mallory, Mallory Where did it take you, did you ever see? (We believed in you) Mallory, Mallory Where did it take us, will we ever see? (We believed in you) Everest / K2 / Kanchenjunga / Makalu /Dhaulagiri Nanga Parbat / Annapurna / Gasherbrum / Gosainthan Nanda Devi / Rakaposhi / Kamet / Ojos del Salado / McKinley / Kilimanjaro / The Matterhorn ... Kosciusko (Can't we just learn to look?)
8.
03:54
REMEMBER I used to sleep at night, never toss and turn Went out like a light, but I never learned Then I met a man, and he said to me – Do you remember your dreams...? So I took a break, thought I’d have a try I was heading straight, in my bed I’d lie I remembered well what the man had said Try to take care of your head... I don’t believe I can dream anymore I've stopped retrieving, can't read the score No longer dreaming, I lean...a little more I wake up in the morning My eyes are all red Wide-eyed in the dawning With my dream world, all blackened, and dead... Slow and steady now as the dreams return Though I’m sometimes down, there’s one thing I’ve learned As the wise man said, when it’s time to go Dreaming can help you, ride the blow... I keep trying, to dream again We are all dying, dreams are our friends No good relying, on life...in the end No good relying, on life...in the end No good denying, your life...in the end
9.
03:22
JULIET (FLEW THE COOP) He went around to make the peace, but she’d already gone Standing in the freezing wind, the solo street lamp shone She’d never been the travelling kind She had a flight to Cairns at nine She hadn’t stopped to think, she just flew the coop Juliet, I’m a hopeless mess Juliet, I can’t redress All the pain and the grief I’ve given you, Juliet He jumped into a Silvertop, he’d catch her by the Domain Told the cabbie, drop her flat, it began to rain Grazed a lamp post, clipped a sign Missed a tram by the finest line Burst into Tulla, like a Lotus at Le Mans Juliet, I know my past Juliet, I only ask That you stay, and you’ll see My word is my deed, Juliet He dashed to the departure lounge, he caught but a glimpse She took that plane to sunny Queensland, he hasn’t seen her since She never wrote or rang or surfaced A disappearance almost perfect He still lives alone, his heart set in stone Juliet, I would’ve died for you Juliet, if you’d seen it through Then you’d turn and you’d run To my open arms Juliet, I would’ve died in vain Juliet, ah, the endless pain Juliet, I’m still in love with you Juliet, I would’ve seen it through Juliet, still in love with you Juliet, still in love with you Juliet, still in love with you Juliet, still in love with you
10.
CUCUMBER SALAD DAYS Heading out east, just an hour and a half Going back down a familiar old path Cool and The Cucumbers, minus a bass Bat all alone will be setting the pace Lucky to play in a venue so neat A man from Neilson appears on the beat, on the beat And the band kicks tight It’s a Gippsland night At the Royal in Loch – it’s vintage stock Up on the balcony some reminisce Thinking back now on that big string of hits Cucumber madness gripping the floor A gender imbalance we choose to ignore Engine room harnessed like Ken never left Kim pulls out strapless, a vanishing set, so deft But the band plays on To the chook yard throng At the Royal in Loch – it’s vintage stock Memories warm, after the storm Time heals, we realign, all start in time And the band plays on And the bond is strong At the Royal in Loch –let it rock And the band kicks tight It’s a Gippsland night At the Royal in Loch – it’s vintage stock And the band plays on, and the band plays on And the band plays on, and the band plays on And the band plays on, and the band plays on And on, and on, and on….
11.
04:57
FLAT EARTH Columbus sailed into the west, went further than the rest Heard the rumblings of the crew, it was 1492 And he cried to them: just listen to the mate And show some faith in me I say we’ll make it through Hear the pounding of the drum, the edge is getting near Sounds of tragedy to come, the smell of rising fear Hear the whistle of the wind And the whisper of the rig above The edge is getting near, can’t you smell the fear And I believe in God, do what the captain told me But is he losing hold, I fear the cold The chill of death Stalin never counted cost, no matter what was lost Heard the rumblings of the true, it was 1952 And he thundered out: your understanding’s wrong I am too strong for you You know you are too few Hear the beating of the drum, the edge is getting near Model communists to come, the smell of rising fear Hear the howling of the wind In the salt mines wearing thin and weak The edge approaching Bush has such a little mind, yeah even for his kind Hears the rumbling of the earth, but how much is it worth? And he lectures us: Don’t listen to the propaganda handed out I tell you now we won’t be hurt Hear the beating of the drum, the edge is getting near More catastrophe to come, the price of progress dear Hear the whistle of the wind And the whisper of the trees at night A shell held to the ear Hear the pounding of the drum, the trend becoming clear More catastrophe to come, a meltdown drawing near Hear the warning of the wind And the crying of the trees at night The edge is getting near, can you smell the fear The edge is getting near, can you smell the fear

about

THE KELLAWAY SAGA (continued from 'Paradise: Lost )

Viewed objectively, a band at the peak of their powers and the last album put together with the full Kellaway method. With Alf’s satellite studio now in good shape and his guitar playing reaching career best form, this one came with Logic-recorded demos, including some fully fledged listenable cuts. The transfer to nascent songs was therefore rapid and the album took shape efficiently, despite the frequency of training runs diminishing.

This was the season in which the consummate back pockets marauded into the midfield and raided down the flanks, seeking sausage rolls. Fists pumping, the Kellaways had crossed the demarcation line of the Pale and moved well beyond the imaginary centre-line – into the territory of more renowned goal-kickers. When all the recordings were done, Ken went to work, took his time and spared no efforts in honing this fine production. Coincidentally, the period of gestation for BTP was a one of brief renaissance for Hawks and Tiges, whose efforts took them simultaneously beyond the middle rung of the parallel footy pale, after years in the doldrums. Goes to show, you are only as good as your back pockets. The good seasons don’t last that long.

credits

released December 1, 2002

Songs and vocals: Alf Davies

Backing vocals, acoustic 6 & 12 string Maton guitars, mandolin: John Dean

Guitars, dobro, keyboards, bass, percussion, backing vocals, engineering & production: Ken Stephenson

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