Archive for Cremorne

Breathe without hope

Posted in Shoes with tags , , on July 8, 2010 by Beti Boo

Shoe Fling, Cremorne

You feel it in the street
The people breathe without hope
They goin through the motion
They dimmin down they focus
The focus gets clear
And the light turns sharp
The eyes go teary
The mind grow weary

Mos Def – Auditorium

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We gotta install microwave ovens

Posted in Junk with tags , , on May 7, 2010 by Beti Boo

Rejected Microwave, Cremorne

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TVs

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he’s a millionaire

Dire Straits – Money For Nothing

Smoke glass stain bright colour

Posted in Tin Men with tags , , on May 3, 2010 by Beti Boo

Tin Man of Cremorne

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me

When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright colour
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

America – Tin Man

Lost my heart when I found it

Posted in Tin Men with tags , , on April 24, 2010 by Beti Boo

Sugar Man of Cremorne

Sugar man met a false friend
On a lonely dusty road
Lost my heart when I found it
It had turned to dead black coal
Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane
Sugar man you’re the answer
That makes my questions disappear

Rodriguez – Sugar Man

Warning Sign

Posted in Sign with tags , , on March 14, 2010 by Beti Boo

If you feel like it, Cremorne

Come on in
I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m in
I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign

When the truth is
I miss you
Yeah the truth is
That I miss you so

Coldplay – Warning Sign

Mr. Sandman

Posted in Tin Men with tags , , on March 10, 2010 by Beti Boo

Mr Sandman of Stephenson St, Cremorne

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

Chordettes – Mr. Sandman

Playground Love

Posted in Playground with tags , , , on February 24, 2010 by Beti Boo

Rich Rich Richmond Playground

You’re the piece of gold that flashes on my soul
Extra time, on the ground
You’re my playground love

Air – Playground Love