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The Fading Memory

I'm lost, so lost…
Will I be able to see the sky again?
Oh please, one more day
Wishing, praying…
Wont someone allow this shadow of a girl
To see one more day?
 
Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be
Who am I, who am I, I'm a puppet in their game
 
Dreaming of a life I never had
 
Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be
Who am I, who am I, my reality has slipped away
 
Xion, Xion...
Isn't this the name they gave to me?
(Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be)
Promise…
My friends, I'm still here
(Who am I, who am I, my identity is lost)
 
Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be
Who am I, who am I, who was I supposed to be?
 

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Side of a Bullet

Uncle Sam taught him to shoot
Maybe a little too well
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet
He hit the stage so full of rage
And let the whole world know it
Six feet away, they heard him say
'Oh God, don't let him pull it'
 
Please God, don't let him pull it
How could you put us through it?
His brother watched you do it
 
[Refrain:]
How could you take his life away?
(What made you think you had the right?)
How could you be so full of hate?
(To take away somebody's life)
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and on my own
I cried alone and scratched your name
On the side of a bullet
 
And in the wake of his mistake
So many lives are broken
Gone forever from a loaded bullet
And no excuse that you could use
Could pull somebody through it
And to this day so many say
'God, why'd you let him do it?'
 
How could you let him do it?
How could you put us through it?
His brother watched him do it
 
[Refrain x 2:]
How could you take his life away?
(What made you think you had the right?)
How could you be so full of hate?
(To take away somebody's life)
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and cried alone
And on my own I scratched your name
On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet
 

1709

I had lost my way
In the darkened night
There was light so faint
And the pain was deep
Deep inside my chest
There I felt it sink

I had lost my way
In the darkened night
There was lights so faint
And the pain was deep
Deep inside my chest
There I felt it sink

Come down on my knees
Give me one more chance to be
The love I should have been

I was torn from flesh
I swear my heart beat through my chest
The night that I confessed
I was turned from stone
Forced upon my own
Forced to be alone
Broken, not dethroned

I'm down on my knees
Give me one more chance to be
The love I should have been

I'm down on my knees
Give me one more chance to be
The love I should have been

Plateau

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belonged to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
 
[Chorus:]
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there, but don't be scared
Who needs action when you've got words?
 
When you're finished with the mop, then, you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took it was fun
 
[Chorus]
 
The many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was Greenland and some said Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
 

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, “Son,
It’s time you stop ramblin’, there’s work to be done.”
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.
 
And the band played “Waltzing Matilda,”
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.
 
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin’, he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell —
And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
 
But the band played “Waltzing Matilda,”
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
 
And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead —
Never knew there was worse things than dying.
 
For I’ll go no more “Waltzing Matilda,”
All around the green bush far and free —
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more “Waltzing Matilda” for me.
 
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
 
But the band played “Waltzing Matilda,”
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
 
And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask “What are they marching for?”
And I ask meself the same question.
 
But the band plays “Waltzing Matilda,”
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
 
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard
As they march by the billabong,
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?