You Sound Like Louis Burdett - Live in Newcastle, 2022

Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I want at a do out East
Nothing too emotional my good miss
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years
You sound like Louis Burdett

And we roll on to my backshed
Play some poker
Scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes
Where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches down the aisles
And down the street the weeks roll by

I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop baggin' out the band
'Cause you sound like Louis Burdett

All my friends are fuck-ups but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How Geminis love Wooden Dragons
Yeah and how down the street the weeks roll by

The moment the night wears off
The bombsite reappears
They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head
Tell me about a dream Louis
Something obscene Louis
Your life's an open magazine Louis

I'm stoned in a bookshop
Sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe
But the planes remind of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated
'Cause I sound like Louis Burdett yeah

Most of my friends are very fruity indeed
Such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don't like madness
But madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been