mark Seymour
Waratah Street
 Versions
Commentary
Lyrics
Versions
| Version |
Length |
Source |
Availability |
| Studio |
4:22 |
Mark Seymour Embedded album. |
Moderately common. Available new in Australia on
CD. |
Live [1]
 |
4:57 |
Mark Seymour Live At The
Basement album and video. |
Moderately rare. |
| Live [2] |
4:41 |
Mark Seymour From
Bondi to Bedlam video. |
Moderately common. Available new in Australia on DVD. |
Recommended Version.
Commentary
From Mark's site:
Keilor. Matthew is 76 and recently returned home from hospital
where he had a lung removed. He made his money building fences in the first
great suburban boom. He has gambled all his life…Successfully. He rides a
motorised chair to and from the local newsagency everyday where he plays the
lotteries. He wins consistently. Hundreds a week. He has won first division
tattslotto twice. Matthew is a legend at the local RSL club. He wears a huge
wedding ring which is inlaid with hundreds of diamonds that form the letter ‘S’.
Shirley his wife is very meek, but deeply laconic. She thinks Matthew is a
prick. He is. But she loves him anyway. They often sit together on the front
porch if it’s sunny, and Matthew quietly curses the stupidity of the human race.
Shirley listens.
Matthew used to be dog breeder. He has a collection of approximately three
thousand photographs of Pekinese show dogs. He bred them all. And sold them. He
quite likes Pauline Hanson. He says, “At least she’s having a go”.
Lyrics
When you run into me in Waratah
Street
I won't stare you down, I won't even
speak
Painted my face, I look like a freak
I'm always at home, I'm waiting and
Everyone's talking, nobody's
listening
And everyone's busy and nobody's
thinking
And I've got some ideas but I can't
stop drinking
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening to me
There's a house on the bend on
Waratah Street
And Matthew's my friend, gardens with
so much affection
He's right on the money, he's been
He showed me the photo's
Everyone's talking and nobody's
listening
Everyone's busy and nobody's thinking
I've got some idea's but I can't stop
drinking
And nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening to me
If you come looking I'll stop hiding
If we're not talking, at least we're not
fighting
And I'd go to pieces if I was
together at all
You, never run into me on Waratah
Street
I won't stare you down and we'll
never speak
I've painted my face, I look like a
freak
I'm always at home, I'm waiting
And everyone's talking and nobody's
listening
Everyone's busy and nobody's
thinking
And I've got some idea's but I can't
stop drinking
And nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening to me
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