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Sorry ©words and music by Doug payne 2008. Our leaders say there is no doubt. We must apologise. Others can not spit it out. They choke on their lies. Remember what your scripture teacher taught ya. He didnt speak the truth about the slaughter. Remeber when they took young Jill away. She's waiting still to hear those words today. A friend of mine says, why do you worry? I feel for her, oh so very sorry. Our leader says we have no choice. We must apologise. the other fella lost his voice. choking on those lies. Remember when our neighbour's baby died I can't believe how long the mother cried. I do not even know this white girls name and I hope I never know her kind of pain. A friend of mine says, why do you worry? I feel for her, oh so very sorry.©

The old Bush dance situation we all know about.The Dance © words and music by Doug Payne 2008 © Thankyou for being a lady, willing to take a chance, happy to be my baby, for a minute as we dance. You were sitting with another tall handsome man. I'm sure he was your lover. You would marry him. That was the plan. But here I am, up front from the start, doing everything I can, to follow my heart. As we danced across the room I could see he could not rest I knew that very soon he'd be poking me in the chest. I only had a second in my arms the girl of my dreams. But you were the same I recon. It was love at first site it seems. Yes here I am, up front from the start, doing everything I can, to follow my heart. When he punched me on the chin put me down and broke my head, you can and took me in to your heart and to your bed. Yes I know that I came second in the fight for the girl of my dreams, but loosing became a weapon in the struggle for love it seems. Yes it pays to be bold, up front from the start, never waiting to be told, to follow your heart....end ©

Some people are afflicted with a blindness where they just dont understand cause and effect. They cant predict or anticipate the impact they are having on the world, nor the effect it has on them. Some can hit a golf ball well, but in a game where the ball moves they are lost. I use this analogy in the song and relate it to the emotional issue. In the same way they cant see the changing emotions in their partner or what part they have in it. As soon as the emotions are on the move, they are lost. Even more so, unfortunately the partner. In reality it is the partner who has the problem. A Soul Comes Into View This could be a good time but he's just not gonna know the difference, if it's really good or bad? You're burning up in sunshine or freezing in the snow, he talks about the wife he should've had? He doesn't see the ball bounce or follow where it goes and you miss out on all counts. In your eyes it shows. But in your eyes it shows. This could be your lover. You'll surely be confused. You're bound to loose your way around your mind. You suddenly discover when your patience is abused, still he drops the ball as if he's blind. He doesn't see the ball bounce or follow where it goes and you miss out on all counts. No one ever knows. But in your eyes it shows One day sitting quiet, not knowing where to start, suddenly a soul comes into view. At first you are frightened of the arrow through your heart and feelings that are rushing back to you. You can feel your heart bounce and how the passion flows a woman now on all counts and know one ever knows. But in your eyes it shows. Repeat 1 and Ref 3 end

This is a song about love telephones, jealousy, and loyalty. Lyrics Baby can I ask you, You still care for our little thing And the feelings ever after In the songs I write and sing. There's this thought that you might be leav'n me. Is it just gossip deceive'n me? It's so hard believe'n, While I wait for the phone to ring. It's true I don't own ya. You're entitled to your freedom. And Ever since I've known ya there's been others. You still see them. There's this thought that you might be leav'n me. Is it just gossip deceive'n me? I'm still believe'n, while I wait for the phone to ring. At my end of the line I imagine where you've been. I call you at the wrong time, Hear voices from my worst dream. Baby sure sounds like you´re leav'n me. Or my jealous heart deceive'n me? I'm still believe'n, just can't wait for the phone to ring.

Maybe I'm crazy for trying to do justice to this song, but I love the chalenge. And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, Ill say it clear, Ill state my case, of which Im certain. Ive lived a life thats full. Ive traveled each and evry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, Ive had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried. Ive had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way, No, oh no not me, I did it my way. For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!

Jovial reflection on relationships and the humour and lovliness of nature. Big thanks to Rick and Alice for bringing a simple thing out of it's shell with such flare and Joy You're my baby. Everything's gonna be alright. You're my baby Can we make love tonight. It doesn't really matter who's complain'n. Tonight my darl'n I'll be say'n that you're my baby, when we dance in the soft moonlight. You're my baby. in the afternoon delight. It doesn't really matter bout the girls before ya. I fell in love first time i saw ya Cause You're my baby and you're crazy when we're mak'n love You're my baby, sent to me from God above. Was a time it was just a game we were play''n. Times have changed, I recon now I'll be say'n that you're my baby. everythings gonna be alright. You're my baby Can we make love tonight. It doesn't really matter who's complain'n. Tonight my darl'n I'll be say'n that you're my baby, when we dance in the soft moonlight. You're my baby. in the afternoon delight.

Last night I dreamt I was falling off a cliff. A voice was calling. guiding me, safe, to land in word my heart could understand. REF Baby I've been waiting so long its getting late. This time, if I.m not mistaken I've heard my soul mate. Today I walked along the beach. I heard voices in the shells. It must be me they're trying to reach. They're ringing all my special bells. Ref..Harp Suddenly beside the ocean, there she was a perfect smile. Such a powerful love potion, time stood still for us a while. All these years have passed around you. Like the waves, the sand and shells Still there just like i first found you Still you ring my special bells..ref end

Street Creatures(words and music by Doug Payne © 2008) With every kind of human face, New York rolls along. It might be just the perfect place to write the perfect song. Their hearts are always talkn. Theres a twist in all their woids Street creatures are born walkn Street wise like the little boids. You told me Down Town New York is cranky and they dont care. But the first babe who I heard talk, she just thanked me for being there. Her heart is always talkn Theres a twist in all her woids. A street creature born walkn, Street wise like the little boids. Youre kiddn me, Youve been kiddn me. Ive been here for a while. When I fly back to Sydney Im takn that babys smile. People fall in love. No time for readn books about the moon above and the perfect way she looks. Theres so much push and shove in their hussle bussle lives. But I know theyre makn love. You can see it in their eyes. Their hearts are always talkn. Theres a twist in all their woids Street creatures are born walkn Street wise like the little boids. Youre kiddn me, Youve been kiddn me. Ive been here for a while. When I fly back to Sydney Im takn that babys smile. At night you hear dogs barking, the sound of frightened cats, there are taxis double parkn and they honk at witches hats. With every kind of human race. New York rolls along. Youll see things in each busy face, the things that make them strong. Youre kiddn me, Youve been kiddn me. Ive been here for a while. When I fly back to Sydney Im takn that babys smile.

Trucker/ folk song/ love song. story.

Dreams are just a picture of where I'd like to be, a wonderful adventure, the day you spent with me. The vision can be majic the perfect fantacy, so sensual and erotic, like the day you spent with me. I only caught a blimpse of how sweet a girl can be. Been smitten ever since the day you spent with me. Love is understanding where your heart belongs. It's never too demanding. It's hardly ever wrong. So i search for something more, feelinggs that will bite. Too many times before it was over in a night. I wonder how this goes, if we were meant to be, now everybody knows that you're in love with me. I only caught a blimpse of how sweet a girl can be. Been smitten ever since the day you spent with me. Love is understanding where your heart belongs. It's never too demanding. It's hardly ever wrong. words and music by Doug Payne 2008

I hide I can not relate I put on a face and I shut the gate. I wont confide. I can not debate. I wont decide. I procrastinate. You cant reach my soul. It's in a deep dark hole and if you love me too well, I'll make your life hell. So well I've lived this lie. No one can tell. Not even I. My baby's got the right to ask, but i wont stop and take off the mask. She cant reach my soul. It's in a deep dark hole and if she jumps in this well I'll ,ale her life hell. If someone dare to touch my heart show they care the trouble will sart. My greatest fear are her loving eyes and tender hands over my disguise. You cant reach my soul. It's in a deep lonely hole and if you jump in this well I'll make your life hell. I'd like to feel with you. To laugh and cry and see things through We would have it made if I would end this sharade. I can't reach my soul It's in a deep dark hole and if you jump in this well I'll make your live hell. If you jump in this well Ill make your life hell. Nah NAh Nah NAh Nah.

A song so full of synergies and room to float and do things

Life Could be a Painting© words and music by Douglas Kelvin 2007 © Life could be a Painting. The quality depends on patience with the brush until the application ends We live. We paint a picture. All can see the race we've run. Was it Vincent, Picasso or graffiti by a bum? ref Clever people recognise when good things have begun, but the thing that makes a masterpiece, is knowing when it's done. I'm painting with a passion. I give it all I've got. But the brush keeps on twirling round one annoying spot. It's you my son, my baby. I'm not finished there yet. I'm not happy with the ears. The paint is green and still too wet. ref Poised beside my canvas, still not happy with my lot the brush keeps going back to another trouble spot. It's you my wife my honey. I'm not sure you love me yet. I'm not happy with the eyes. It's the sparkle I can't get....ref end ©

'The Dogs on Our Flag'©.... Words and music by Doug Payne 2008 His Star Spangled Banner is the boldest in town. It's dusty and all tangled where his dog lays down..... His Grand Father died in the fields of ....France..... His Father disappeared in ....Japan..... His mother flew the flag high at every chance when he was lost in ....Vietnam..... With her hand on her heart, near the flag each day would start. Bring the boys back home if you can. ........(harp set).... His son has a lover and her tears take him back. She's just like his mother and the mum before that. The dog will find himself a new bed The flag must fly again outside our home..... 'What else can a girl do she said? I love him and I can not live alone. With their hands on their heart watched a fine young man depart to the war in the sands of Iraq....harp With their hands on their heart watched a fine young man depart to the war in the sands of Iraq The Star Spangled Banner is my prayer. Fly it high and show him that you care.(harp set) end(words and music by Doug Payne Aug 2008 copyright.©)....

Personal Space © The world's getting smaller. Nothing stays the same. Don't know what to call her. I can't pronounce her name. But I stand up for her each day on the crowded train. It's been a whole year. The routine never fails. I try to get near. She just works on her fingernails. She has been taught to fear crazy Australian males. (REF 1) I try all I know to get in her personal space. I put on a show, but her heart's in some other place. One day I did go too far and she slapped my face. We get off the train. At last, I'm a lucky fella. We're caught in the rain. We share my umbrella. When she whispers her name So close, I can even smell her. (REF 2) I try all I know to get in her personal space. I put on a show, while her heart's in some other place. But today it seems so..................... right and I'm in the race. The lift doors close. We're alone til the 25th floor. I pull out a rose. Her smile says, what's that for? She wriggles her nose and her eyes are asking for more. (REF 2) Now I'm an old guy. I use a walking cane. The girls are still shy. The young men act the same. I still stand up for my babe on a crowded train. I try all I know to get in her personal space. I put on a show And I dance with a lot a grace. These days it's just so nice to remember the chase.© (words and music by Doug Payne 2008)

Global warming is our problem. It's not their problem. We have to fix it. Sorry about that, but we do.

Cover of the Dylan song you just never hear. But he wrote great folk love songs.

An experaince of a man in a line at the airport and subsequent events.

This amazing song needs no description. Just got back from US hol and im making something from my pics. i saw so many people there affected by war and i thought this song fits in many homes in the USA right now.

Anti war song. Really non political look at the bad side of conflict in Afghanistan Message for the Leaders © words and music by Doug Payne 2007 © Hear the dying words of a tiny child in the land of collateral damage It's the place they call Afghanistan where your missiles hit the ground. Give the children an audience with the leaders of every land Let them stand up in the dark war room Let then question each command. Hear the whispers of love in a husbands ear as he leaves for the Middle East. to a place that is just too dreadful to bare and there's a thing called friendly fire. Give the Lover an audience with the leaders of every land. Let her stand up in the dark war room. She will question each command. Feel the trembling hand Know the mother's fear when that message comes to the door. Your only son died a hero mamme but the Stars and Stripes are proud. Give the Mother an audience with the leaders of every land. Let her stand up in the dark war room. She will question each command. ©