Coogee Bay Road
Songs/Lyrics
Coogee Bay Road
(Ttb & TD)
Kaspar von Braun: Drums
Theo ten Brummelaar: Vocals, Guitar, Organ & Midi programming
Trevor Daly: Vocals & Bass.
Jim Franklin: Shakuhachi, Rhodes & Synthesizer.
Down to the basement for another set
Carpet on the walls, so the neighbours aren’t upset
A few light bulbs, and a few old songs
Tuning our guitars so they don’t sound wrong
Laughing in the shadows while the melodies flowed
Just some young Fools playing at Coogee Bay Road
We sure were a Kingdom of Fools
Guitars and drums were our only tools
Except for Jim banging on his Rhodes
Rehearsing at Coogee Bay Road
Walking down our road to have lunch at the beach
Where all the skin is burnt, and the hair is bleached
A pineapple doughnut and a sausage roll
Stagger back up the hill, to play more rock ‘n roll
Selinas on Saturday night, we watch the crowd explode
Wishing we were up on that stage at Coogee Bay Road
Walking down the hill to the beach
Pineapple doughnuts within easy reach
Watch the famous bands put on a show
On stage at Coogee Bay Road
40 years later and we’re back in this place
Spending long days in our new music space
The basement’s full of boxes and history
Selinas is closed but the beach is still free
Sitting side by side as the ideas flow
Still making music at Coogee Bay Road
E-drums, new bass and better guitars
Recording new music with our mates near and far
We have a different Pineapple Doughnut now
And the songs keep appearing, but we don’t know how
Laughing round the mic while the song files load
We’re still playing music at Coogee Bay Road
Recording in the blue room upstairs
Time flies but we just don’t care
Writing songs is like cracking a code
And this one’s called Coogee Bay Road
American Moment
(TtB & TD)
Theo ten Brummelaar: Vocals, Guitar, Hand claps, & Drums
Sallie Cruise: Backing vocals
Danielle Dalvi: Backing Vocals
Trevor Daly: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Hand claps & Bass
Jim Franklin: Keyboards
Mandy Henderson: Backing Vocals & Talking
Marty O’Sheil: Saxophone
I’m driving on the left, sitting on the right side of the car.
There’s clubs and pubs, but what I want is a dive bar.
I search the supermarket, but there’s no booze in the aisle.
And the Entrée I’ve ordered is too small and I have to smile.
Here it comes again, an American moment.
If we’re getting lunch, I want a coffee and a donut.
Just another, American moment.
Yes my friends, I’m happy just to own it.
Don’t want a Chiko Roll, get me fried chicken on a waffle.
You can’t buy guns here, but over there the dope is lawful.
I don’t miss the earthquakes, the traffic, or the billboard signs,
Or working out how to tip, all the fucking time.Here it comes again, an American moment.
I want a hotdog with some onions and mustard on it.
Just another, American moment.
Yes my friends, I’m happy just to own it.
Only a Californian, really knows,
Why we still wish we could shop, at Trader Joes.
I feel like a blow-in in the place where I was born.
I love both countries but sometimes, I’m just torn.
We always feared the Big One, would come and get us all one day.
But we never thought that fire would take so much, of our LA.
So many people that we love, have lost their homes.
They’re now owners of a chimney, lots of ash, and a pile of stones.
I’m feeling it again, an American moment
Yes my friends, I’m happy just to own it
I don’t ever want to not feel, an American moment
I don’t ever want to not feel, an American moment
Hey dude….. no its mate
Where’s the ketchup..? you mean tomato sauce
Have you got a twinkie?... no but I’ve got a pineapple doughnut..
What about a martini?... now there’s something we can agree on…
Ex (It was you)
(TtB, SC & TD)
Theo ten Brummelaar: Vocals, Guitar, Lead Guitar & Drums
Kaspar von Braun: Lead Guitar
Sallie Cruise: Vocals
Trevor Daly: Vocals, Lead Guitar & Bass
Jim Franklin: Keyboards
I met you many years later,
And you were still quite mean.
Jealous of my band, didn’t like my friends,
Still liked to make a scene (‘drama queen’!)
You were quick to anger.
Always thought the worst.
It was fun till you got into crystals,
Then you found God and I was cursed.
I know that I’m not perfect.
Did things I’d like to undo.
But thinking back on what went wrong….
It wasn’t me… It was you!
You started getting sulky,
Then you began to complain,
That I sighed all the time, but then you said
My sunny nature was a pain (‘that’s insane’)
Why were you so grumpy?
Like you couldn’t stand to hear me breathe?
You moved out, so I moved on.
And suddenly I was the cheat.
I know that I was messy.
Distracted and forgetful too.
But if I had to say what caused the pain.
It wasn’t me! It was you!
You were my petite brunette.
I was captured by your flame.
But when it fell apart, you found another guy,
Who happened to have the same name (‘very strange’).
Next was a Ginger with brown eyes
And I was so naïve.
We kissed and danced, but I still can’t believe
You dumped me on New Year’s Eve.
I know that I was foolish.
Believed things that were not true.
But looking back on what went down,
It wasn’t me… It was you!
I don’t wonder where you are now.
I ain’t ever gonna see your face again
I hope no one ever broke your heart
But Karma’s cruel!
And so were you!
I know it was so long ago.
And we were never meant to see it through.
There’s only one thing left to say.
It wasn’t me! (‘it wasn’t me)
It wasn’t me! (‘it wasn’t me)
It wasn’t me….. it was you!
Vintage
(KvB)
Kaspar von Braun: Vocals, Keyboards & Guitar
Theo ten Brummelaar: Backing Vocals, Keyboards & Drums
Trevor Daly: Bass
I’m as old as the wind.
I’m as old as the trees.
Old as the bullshit
You are spewing to me.
I’m as easy as a river.
I’m as easy as my mind,
And while I clearly see where this will go,
You might as well be blind.
Give me yesterday’s bread along with yesterday’s paper.
I don’t need no right now, I can always do later.
Some vinyl and some vintage vibe, they may be all I need.
Add some scotch and some tube saturation and when you leave throw away the key.
If you think verbal fluff is silver,
Then I say silence shines like gold.
Saying nothing with a thousand words
Is really something to behold.
All the nagging and all the whining,
Just so you can have your way.
I suggest you clear the airwaves
And get the hell out of my way.
Give me yesterday’s bread along with yesterday’s paper.
I don’t need no right now, I can always do later.
Give me union vibe, they’re like friends to me.
Add some scotch and some tube saturation and when you leave throw away the key.
Mementoes
(TD)
Kaspar von Braun: Picked Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitars & Lead Guitar
Theo ten Brummelaar: Backing Vocals & Drums
Trevor Daly: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar & Bass.
Traces of the past, an old photograph,
Frozen in time, a nervous laugh,
Emotions we trap, in two dimensions
Why it didn’t last, we never mention
Walking home tonight, I wonder where you are today,
You could be my neighbour, or a thousand miles away,
Drifting to my ears, a soulful tune,
Whisper of your voice, a darkened room,
Emotions we hear, as small vibrations
Replaying the soundtrack of past celebrations
Waiting in the car I wonder who you have become,
Did your dreams find you, and do you recall the fun?
Wafted on the breeze, a magic scent,
Aroma of the street I can’t forget,
Emotions we breathe and try to savour
Before they disappear and leave a stranger,
Waking up today I wonder what you would have said
You’d go barging in, where I was scared to tread
There’s nothing left, from all those years
What happened to our dreams and fears?
But why wallow in nostalgia?
It don’t matter anymore,
Just turn your eyes forward
And step through the door.
Driving home tonight,
I know you can’t re-live the past.
And life is but journey
That is over way too fast.
Wet Toast Reggae
(TtB & TD)
Kaspar von Braun: Guitar & Drums
Theo ten Brummelaar: Vocals, Guitar & Keyboards
Sallie Cruise: Backing Vocals
Danielle Dalvi: Backing Vocals
Trevor Daly: Vocals & Bass
Mandy Henderson: Backing Vocals
Marty O’Sheil: Saxophone
You lie in the sun with your head in the sand
And your eyes on the girl in the surf
With your ‘yes let’s do lunch’ and ‘sure I’ll be there’
You’re the sweetest Beach Boy on the Earth
You don’t like to upset them by telling them no
You hate to see tears of dismay
But when the time rolls around, you just won’t show up
You’re lost in the Wet Toast Reggae
You love to go shopping and check out the guys
While you try on new dresses and shoes
You strut through the malls with your favourite girls
Waiting for a new Zaddy to use
You’re sexy and flirty, flawless and on point
Hoping everyone’s looking your way
Shallow obsessions and ignorance live
Deep in the Wet Toast Reggae
Wet Toast Reggae, just another cliché
Power and money, and fake smiles and bodie
Are all here on display
Wet Toast Reggae, the soundtrack of LA
It’s not what you do, it’s not who you are
It’s who you portray
You sit by the pool, while you’re taking the call
She’s trying so hard to impress
No talent, no hope, but you promise her work
As you unzip the back of her dress
The agents, the actors, the sponsors, the backers
You lie to them all every day
Nothing is real, except closing that deal
You’re a star of the Wet Toast Reggae
Wet Toast Reggae, it’s always so blasé
Just sit on the fence, never giving offence
And hide all your bad thoughts away
Wet Toast Reggae, the soundtrack of LA
It’s not what you do, it’s not who you are
It’s who you portray
It’s a city of millions, a city of smog
It’s a city of freeways and cars
It’s a place to be famous, it’s a place to die poor
It’s a place where you don’t talk to stars
It’s a city of lights, red, amber and green
Everywhere you hear ‘have a nice day!’
It’s exciting and trashy, desperate and flashy
Nobody walks, they just talk and talk
If you wanna make it, you better come here and shake it
And dance to the Wet Toast Reggae
The Big Blue Dick
(Kvb, Ttb & TD)
Kaspar von Braun: Guitar
Theo ten Brummelaar: Vocals & Drums
Trevor Daly: Vocals & Bass
Jim Franklin: Keyboards & Electro-Theremin (Tannerin)
I’m gonna Drive the 10 West to Sunset Beach,
The car top’s down, the board is in, there’s one seat each.
I’ve blown off work to go surfing instead.
I hear the Beach Boys playing in my head when I’m riding on my
Big Blue Dick
Richard shaped it long and thick.
Riding on my Big Blue Dick
Yeah, my Board is blue and ten foot six.
I go for a wave, but I nosedive and fall,
I get a snout full of water and my head hits the board.
I paddle back out with my noodly arms,
Beyond the break where the ocean’s calm, so I can rest upon my
Big Blue Dick
(I’m out surfing on my big blue dick)
Getting ready for another trick.
Resting on my Big Blue Dick
(I’m out surfing on my big blue dick)
Dude my Board is blue and ten foot six.
(You can’t stop me cause it’s waxed and it’s quick)
(V3) Waiting in line for another set.
I still ain’t found the perfect wave I’m not done yet
But when the swell feels right, my moment has arrived
To paddle like I’m desperate to survive, and stand up on my
Big Blue Dick
(Surfing on my big board on the ocean blue)
Waxed and long, and it goes real quick.
(on an early morning break there ain’t nothing else to do)
Standing on my Big Blue Dick
(Surfing on my big board on the ocean blue)
Man, my Board is blue and ten foot six.
(on an early morning break there ain’t nothing else to do)
Too far forward. Too far back.
Duke drops in, Gives me a heart attack
But when I catch that wave and the music plays
Nothing beats my surfing days'... I'm surfing on my....
Big Blue Dick
(Don’t drop in on me don’t get in my way)
Waxed and long, and it goes real quick.
(I’m love surfing at sunset LA)
Riding on my Big Blue Dick
(Don’t drop in on me don’t get in my way)
Yeah, my Board is blue and ten foot six.
(Nothing beats my surfing days)
Big Blue Dick….Riding on my…
Quick Cheese and Onion Tart
( TD & TtB)
Theo ten Brummelaar: Backing Vocals, Guitar & Drums.
Trevor Daly: Vocals & Bass.
Cyril Fort: Lead guitar and slide.
Well it’s time to teach you how to cook this dish
It’s a Vego meal, but its still delish
It’s easy to make, it won’t take long
All you need to know, is in this song
So forget the meat, it’s gonna taste real sweet
It’s a Quick Cheese and Onion Tart!
Quick Cheese and Onion Tart
Are you ready to make a start?
On the Quick Cheese and Onion Tart
They don’t sell it at Kmart
It don’t matter if you’re young, or another old fart
Just make a Quick Cheese and Onion Tart
First you gotta use shallots, not onions for this
They’re a bugger to peel, but the taste is bliss
Get some puff pastry sheets, ready rolled
Whack on the Dijon mustard, if you’re feeling bold
A few sprigs of Thyme, ground black pepper
Mature cheddar cheese and you’ll impress her
Now I can’t see if you need to add some Sage
Cause Catherine’s left smudges all over the page
Of the Quick Cheese and Onion Tart recipe
I ain’t no chef, but it’s easy for me
So listen up, because here’s the next part
To make a Quick Cheese and Onion Tart