Sunday of my Life

My WinAmp playlist has three albums by The Whitlams back-to-back. I’ve bene listening to them like this for weeks on end, and I have yet to get sick of them. In fact I actually find myself skipping other songs in my playlist in order to get back to The Whitlams sooner. This is most unusual for me for a couple-three reasons. Firstly, my eclectic music tastes usually has me jumping stlyes all over the place and not really sticking with one thing for very long. Secondly, I don’t get sick of music easily in the first palce, or at least I didn’t used ot get sick of music easily; I knew what I liked and I stuck with it. Not so lately, but that’s only one of quite a number of changes in me over the past few months. Thirdly, when I was younger I was notorious for hating The Whitlams with a passion. *shrug* People change with time, although I do take my fair share of ribbing for my passion for thier music now. I must admit it is something of a contrast.

I’ve got many a favourite song among the three albums (Eternal Nightcap, Love This City and Torch The Moon): Buy Now, Pay Later (Charlie No. 2), Up Against The Wall, Make The World Safe, You Gotta Love This City, Pretty As You, Torch The Moon, Gone Surfing and Royal In The Afternoon to name just a few. But my absolute favourite is Blow Up The Pokies whose lyrics I now present here with two purposes in mind, namely: a) I’m hoping that you may try and get your hands on some Whitlams songs if you’ve never heard them before (I highly recommend you do so); and b) It fills up space. Mainly A though.

Blow Up The Pokies — The Whitlams

There was the stage
Two red lights and a dodgy P.A
But you trod the planks way back then
And it’s strange that you’re here again
Here again.

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better
Walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again

Don’t, don’t explain
Lots of little victories take on the pain
it takes so long to earn
You can double-up or you can burn
You can burn

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better
Walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To blow up the pokies
And drag them away
‘Cause they’re taking the food off your table
So they can say that the trains run time

Flashing Lights, it’s a real show
And your wife, I wouldn’t go home
Little bundles need care
And you can’t be a father there
Father there

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better
Walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again
Show them you can be your own man again

And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To blow up the pokies
And drag them away
‘Cause they’re taking the food off your table
So they can say that the trains run time

Another there was made the trains run on time.

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