Days Volume Two

And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge Away, away, we're sad to say Dog-boy, atlas, Mandrake, the geeks, the hired hands There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind And the carny left behind a horse, so skin and bone that he named "sorrow" And it was in a shallow, unmarked grave that the old nag was laid in the then parched meadow And it was the dwarves that were given the task of digging the ditch And laying the nag's carcass in the ground While boss Bellini, waved his smoking pistol around saying "The nag was dead Meat" "We can't afford to carry dead weight" while The whole company standing about Not making a sound And turning to dwarves perche

* Empty out your pockets, toss the lot upon the floor. All those treasures, my friend, you don't need them anymore. Your days are all through dying, they gave all their ghosts away, so kiss close all your wounds and call living life a day. For the planets gravitate around you, and the stars shower down around you, and the angels in heaven adore you, and the saints all stand and applaud you. so faraway, so faraway and yet so close. Say farewell to the passing of the years, though all your sweet goodbyes will fall upon deaf ears. Kiss so softly the mouths of the ones you love, beneath the September moon and the heavens above. And the world will turn without you, and history will soon forget about you, but the heavens they will reward you, and the saints will be there to escort you. So faraway, so faraway and yet so close. Do not grieve at the passing of mortality, for life's but a thing of terrible gravity. And the planets gravitate around you, and the stars shall dance about you

Holly came from Miami, F.L.A. Hitch-hiked her way across the USA Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she She says, Hey babe Take a walk on the wild side She said, Hey honey Take a walk on the wild side Candy came from out on the Island In the backroom she was everybody's darlin' But she never lost her head Even when she was giving head She says, Hey babe Take a walk on the wild side Said, Hey babe Take a walk on the wild side And the colored girls go doo do doo do doo do do doo Little Joe never once gave it away Everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New York City's the place where they said, Hey babe Take a walk on the wild side I said, Hey Joe Take a walk on the wild side Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat Went to the Apollo You should've seen 'em go go go They said, Hey sugar Take a walk on the wild side I Said, Hey babe Take a walk on the wild side Al

* Ah, Sydney. In the summertime it can be an easy place to like. Yet there have never been more reasons to leave. The average morning speed on our main roads is half the 60 kmh speed limit. When you try to escape for the weekend, it can take an hour just to get to Hornsby, Sutherland or Springwood. A taxi from the airport to the Hills incurs more than $15 in tolls and fees, making the cost of anything at the airport seem reasonable. The only metro we will see in the next 10 years is the well-dressed male sort, and there are more than enough of those already. And we will never agree on whose backyard is the best location for a second airport. This month in the Cities of Opportunity index, Sydney ranked behind Sao Paulo for transport. I have been to Sao Paulo. It's like the set of Bladerunner; I loved it. But the traffic is so bad the rich take helicopters to lunch. No other Australian city does parking police, snobs, violent drunks, ice addicts, road rage and tossers like Sydney. Ev