Crawling to a waiting phone
Dialling zeroes, one, two, three
I don’t want to die alone
Got no aces up my sleeve

Screaming for a quick release
Nightmare more than I can bear
Through with fighting ghost disease
Tell someone who really cares

Chorus:
Don’t you point your finger
Shake it like you got it right
See, my life it hinges
On the dark you sold as light

David O’Connor

Julia, another case
Of set a woman in her place
Poppy lop in sordid deals
Gender flick, refuse to kneel

Julia, the other side
Budgie briefs on Manly tide
Where no is no and that’s the lot
Safe the place that time forgot

Chorus:
Julia, my Julia
Don’t take a backward step
Julia, my Julia
The beat of hairy chests….
Just Melbourne Club dissent

David O’Connor

She dresses kind of different
Laughs at foreign ways
We plan our next engagement
For all the world’s a stage
She reads the works of Lennon
Thinks my Stones a laugh
We argue to the bedroom
Imagine life on Mars

We play the field as hopefuls
Trawl the neon streets
I lie of my life’s journey
She kneels to wash my feet
We count the cost of being
Drown sorrows at the bar
Plan our time of leaving
Imagine life on Mars

Bridge:
One short trip in light-year terms
Imagine it, the things we’d learn

David O’Connor

Clipping wings and feathers
Captivating air
Watch you shape my future
Just can’t help but stare
(I) should be swotting Shakespeare
Working on my As
But how to win a lady
Not part of their degree

Chorus:
Megan, I’m believing
I could love you for all time
Megan, got no reason
Except I think you’re fine
Megan, find it pleasing
Every look you send my way
Megan, what I’m feeling
Love by any other name

David O’Connor

She posts her music favourites
Her profile pic superb
My thoughts of misbehaviour
Seem totally deserved
She twitters to the faceless
Of where and when she’ll be
Consuming all my spaces
Wonder if she’s real

Her friends are more than many
Tags of youthful lust
I’d advertise I’m ready
If thought a chance of us
My entries hint at hero
Poetic licence feel
Awaiting her next upload
Wonder if she’s real

Bridge:
By phone and pad
She drives me mad
By PC screen
She haunts my scene

David O’Connor

When God a hopeful dream
Believers’ paradise
When nothing ever been
Unless before our eyes
And faith some harebrained scheme
Full of holes and lies
Then living is a myth
A pause before goodbye

When God a concept for
Mentally deranged
When truth is nothing more
Than what is on display
And faith a weeping sore
Reality the drain
Then living is a myth
For little earthly gain

Bridge:
Fact without a wish
Where evidence is perfect bliss

David O’Connor

In my eyes the weak and wayward
Climb a mountain love can’t buy
Life is more than what one pays for
Understand my reasons why

Bridge:
In my mind confusion streaming
Chosen path a lack of meaning
Cost of freedom overpriced
Lost in maze of good advice

Chorus:
Living, simply living
Getting back to peace and earth
Living, simply living
Nothing more than I deserve
You deserve

David O’Connor

Say a prayer for me
It can’t really hurt
God, He works for free
Believe He’s well rehearsed

Chorus:
Say a prayer for me
For what it’s worth

Say a prayer, please do
Water rising fast
God a trick or two
Keepsakes from the past

Say a prayer, please do
Drowning not my style
God the will to move
Dry land in just a while

Chorus:
Say a prayer for me
For what it’s worth

David O’Connor

Push me from your presence
To the street beyond
Past the point of pleasant
Hope and healing gone

Wave me from important
Zero care concern
Past the point of free rent
Nothing in return

Bridge:
Rain and sleet
Biting deep my hands and face
Never again
Stare of pain through double-glaze

Chorus:
I never saw the end
When chose to cross the line
My love, I won’t pretend
Never saw the signs
Only when resigned, I learned
Past the point of no return

David O’Connor

I’ve been blessed with words of wisdom
Worthless as a cheque unsigned
Procrastination, indecision
I’m just sitting….
Sitting wasting time

I’ve been out where crowds are many
Seen the doubt in people’s minds
And while you think I’m past pretending
Like the rest….
Just sitting wasting time

David O’Connor

One hour forty on a plane
Desert life with mulga fair
Local bloke tries to explain
How and why the rock sits here

Chorus:
I’m not listening to his dreaming
I’m so city smart you see
I’m not listening to his dreaming
Learning how I came to be
No sign my past….
In Simpson dust

Four hours forty on a bus
Off the tar to Uluru
Tourists love a bit of rough
Captives to the outback lure

Four hours forty on a bus
Air-conditioned, white domain
See it now, avoid the rush
Local bloke tries to explain

Chorus:
They’re not listening to his dreaming
They’re so worldly smart you see
They’re not listening to his dreaming
Learning how they came to be
No sign their past….
In Simpson dust

David O’Connor

God is taking leave this week
Had it with this earth
Saving lonely, lost and weak
All His efforts cursed
Why the praising, need of saving
Questions running hot
Why time-wasting, navel-gazing
Responds a tired God

God is off the air for now
Had it with us all
Given us both life and power
To find we ask for more
Why this Jesus, need to leave us
Questioning the lot
My son Jesus? Free believers
Responds a tired God

David O’Connor

Deep in danger
Deep in guilt
Dark haired stranger
Anger spilt
Deep in worry
Deep in dross
What’s the hurry
At a loss

Deep in silence
Deep in shame
Efforts tireless
Lay the blame
Deep foreboding
Deep insane
Coming, going
Please explain

David O’Connor

She tells me what to do
In gentle prodding style
When all is said and done
I’d walk a thousand miles

Chorus:
Tell you true
For life I love her
Tell you true
There is no other
Than my lady Jane

She tells me of her day
As wipe the dishes clean
When all is said and done
Heavenly this team

She tells me go to bed
Awake to TV on
What more could one man ask
When all is said and done

David O’Connor

I don’t know if all of you
Look at life the way I do
Less than perfect there to bring me down
Only hope you’re not the same
Only got ourselves to blame
Right outside life waiting to be found

Bridge:
Too quick to speak, my words they flow
Too quick to act, my actions known
Too quick deny the pain I feel
Thank God, we see His love revealed….

Chorus:
Peter, teach me wisdom
Show me how He’ll right my wrong
Show me how to fail and still belong
Peter, teach me slowly
Know me, my desire is strong
Know in you, my learning carries on

David O’Connor

My face was aging
My hair was chasing grey
So easy sit and contemplate
Twilight’s passing gaze
Sipping Maxwell’s
With a touch of oil of cloves
I watched the world go by
Without a point to prove

Chorus:
Sipping Maxwell’s
Southern vales and vine
Sipping Maxwell’s
Waiting for a sign

David O’Connor

Wave on wave, the growing scar
Digging deep in shell shot sand
Some way off a bridge too far
Coping with the job at hand

Watching on, the camera whirs
History has its part to play
Country first, then his and hers
Glory lives in future days

Painful thoughts one comes to bear
Right and wrong march to a tune
Love and war is never fair
Loss forgotten all too soon

Chorus:
White cross, green field
Great loss revealed
By side, by side
With flags to fly

David O’Connor

Evening in the sunset hue
Chasing rainbows as you do
Shutters down with darkness fall
Restless dreaming I recall

Bridge:
Running, no goodbyes
Avoiding tearful alibis
We counted love in years
Nothing ever as it appears

Chorus:
Shame you never had a clue
Hid it well from public view
Can’t complain, I didn’t lie
Came the time for do or die
Do or die

David O’Connor

I’m on my way
Be there soon
Crowds around
Standing room
Got to move
I’m on my way

I’m on my way
No turning back
Some might say
I’m off the track
Line is fine
I’m on my way

Bridge:
Made the choice
Sometime past
Heard the voice
Chose not to ask
Close the door behind

David O’Connor

Freedom hour out and it’s okay
Solace deep, gasping on fresh air
Far too far for holidays
Should be right tonight, a room to share

Round to south, warming to the day
Find a village scene for floating high
Hog’s Back joins the serenade
So what you think…. easy when you try

Bridge:
Running on an oily rag
Why it’s sad, so sad, so sad, so sad

Chorus:
Day away in Brighton
Don’t be frightened by the wall-to-wall
Not interested in fighting
Try to call….
We’ll all have toast and tea

David O’Connor