Author Archives: amcc1984

a train to romeI ran away from home a few years too latepeople laughedbut I’d had enough of my own faceI play the drums all dressed up as a bananaI’d rather do rock’n’roll or americana he was so young at thirty-oneand he was waiting for a pay-day in the suna star with no shinetumbled andContinue reading “the youth council for the arts”

so we got to a point where we didn’t knowwhat was write and what was wrongso instead we built a wallalbeit metaphoricaland we woke to a day where we couldn’t tellwhat was heaven and what was helland with no more hopes to sellyou smiled and said ‘it’s just as well’for the first time in aContinue reading “the blues”

I used to buy the records and the magazinesit fed my dreamsit gave me peaceI wanted to be friends with everyone in townlove with a love that was out of boundsI thought I was unique in my own special waythe little things made my days lost wordsand I could say I’d been there beforebut you’dContinue reading “days of endless possibilities”

and on the road we talked about all sorts of thingsbetween you and me the politics, the faded dreams in salzburgthere’s only peace inside your mindin salzburg my birthday kisslet’s go away, let’s move to sydneyto find some peaceit’s not this hard in sydney in salzburgmy peace is where I wake with youin salzburg inContinue reading “salzburg”

to annihilate someone you’ve got to start when they are younggive me your moneygive me your strong armswe’re gonna build a shrineand treat the masses like they’re swinesbuild a belief and they’ll follow like sheepindoctrinate them when they’re in schoolbest if comprehensive schoolsteach them about peacehand them a gun and speak to them like theyContinue reading “the stupid god”

I often sought to shift some of the blamewhen the plain truth could be explainedwith what people call chancewhat people call fatebut people don’t know parts of this taleI’ve long made my peace with leaving these shoresand having to miss the comforts of homethe one thing that burnsthe question I askwill I ever return toContinue reading “to your light”

we had our time in london, new york and l.a.some cling to nothingI can cling to yesterdayyou should’ve seen me clocking miles the other daywith a happy, if resigned, smile on my facemaybe I always looked for things that were not thereonly to pay with silences I couldn’t bearbut if there’s one thing I haveContinue reading “(my) august and everything after”

you can always wait another dayshe’ll come and see you off by the trainthe sweetest goodbye she’ll ever waveand off she’ll go, awayyou won’t be swayed by the city lightsyou won’t forget your friends or the good timesfor though there’s serious money to be madethis is your life and how can she ever forgetand notContinue reading “paper over cracks”

I knew a lad, TJ Mungalowehe was born in New Mangalorehis daddy used to tell him loads of lieshe used to live in a bungalowowned and run by the Mungalowesone day he came home sobbing and cryinghe’d just found out that his father’s words could not be trustedoh, what a woeit changed the complexion ofContinue reading “the sad story of t.j. mungalowe”

I could’ve written a thousand songs about my broken heartbut I could not let it be known that you’d torn me apartand on the evidence I hadthings I lived and died byif I remember, we did not… even say goodbyeI took a walk and never looked cos you cannot look backit was a long journeyContinue reading “conversations about god”