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Song So Uncertain

from Home by Fred Smith

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In Memory of David Branson (3 February 1964 – 11 December 2001)

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So many of us gathered that December afternoon,
To hear the final tune, of the laureate buffoon.
Ceremony over with, Louise had said her piece,
We poured into the street, and drank our heads off to the morning
Six months into winter and Maryanne’s asleep,
The phone bills are steep, but the Internet is cheap
A message to you Megangirl living in Bigpond,
Would that I could wave a wand, make the man walk through the doorway
But it’s my job to make words rhyme,
Get it right half the time though my song be so uncertain
Naked as his namesake of Mikelangelo,
The fiddler and his bow, ran the whole dam show
We were drawn to him like refugees from Generation X,
The poetry and sex, nudity and fireworks
So I took this job trying to make words rhyme
Get it right half the time though my song be so uncertain.
You and he were lovers. So were me and you.
Though he ended up with Lou and fair enough too.
Still I feel his absence here like a gaping hole,
The city is losing soul, the Gypsy Bar is closed now.
But I kept my job trying to make words rhyme
I get it right half the time though my song be so uncertain.
So all your friends are pregnant now or looking for a guy,
Contemplating suicide, or otherwise preoccupied
Adding to the loneliness of trying to write your book,
Don’t be such as sook, just write the goddamn book
I know ‘cause it’s my job trying to make words rhyme
Get it right half the time though my song be so uncertain
So if you hear the calling voice of the tea lady of your soul,
Your coffee is getting cold, she knows you’re getting old
If your little black dog will not be thrown a bone,
Call me on the phone, you can take this song on loan.
And if you’re broke reverse the charge, though my bill is already large,
And if you speak to Maryanne, it’s okay, she’ll understand,
‘cause she is bigger than the world, just like you are Megan girl,
David’s courage lives inside you
I’m going to keep this job trying to make words rhyme,
Get it right half the time though my song be so uncertain
And though I’ve been wrong now time after time
Through the cracks the sun will shine though my song be so uncertain.

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from Home, released August 30, 2020

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Fred Smith Canberra, Australia

“Fred Smith is simply the best folk/country musician working in this country in 2020. Beyond writing some of the finest songs about Australians at war, he has created a repertoire that is wry, literate, witty, powerfully emotional and insightful.”(Bruce Elder, Sydney Morning Herald). ... more

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