Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throw out your frown
And just smile at the sound
Sleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'round

Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon Gallup

Friday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Red silk

Love is no contest 
Of reciprocity
If it were
Ours a game of tag
Where i am always it

Instead, a gift of sound
As if handing you
Every note wrapped
In red silk ribbon
From Chopin's ninth night

You responding only
With the miniscule slip
Of tear sliding down cheek
Eloquent and appropriate
For one such as this
Hayden Orpheum Picture Palace, Sydney

Here we are again

In silent hours
There is room
For a whisper
Without being
Chided for it
Just saying
What's new?
How you doing?
Thinking of you
When morning
Shroud of light
Dawns on me
Thoughts compete
With voices
People haze
Trip hop beat
Low voice
Never leaves
Like one note
Held on for
Entire sonata
Al fine

Safest place on earth

Hot coffee milky sweet
Cold toes warm sand

Butter slowly sinking in
Cool toast warm jam

Closed eyes to the sky
Relishing a band

Tall glass of cider
Dripping cool in hand

Watching all the people
Most beautiful to find

Holding all contentment
With you planted in my mind

Beautiful People

'There's an island I know
They get a little rain
Then it snows
But the feeling seems to flow
It's a place that I call home
We get the music, get the market on the weekend
People don't seem to play pretend
Snow capped mountain looking over my shoulder
The summer seems to get much shorter and colder.

But there's beautiful people
And familiar faces
That's where I want to be
When the cold world races
The people I link with
The friends that I drink with
When the sky is falling down
It's my family I want to be with
The beautiful people.

There's a pub on the corner
You can drink in the street
Philosophy on the lawn
You can wear bare feet
If you stay out late
There's no pollution in the sky
So you can see the stars

Yeah we got problems
A few greedy men
Making decisions with
A cheque book and pen
The paper says
Nobody's cutting the trees
Seems funny to me
When the paper's made
Out of trees.

But there's beautiful people...

-song by Adam Cousens, Beautiful People. (C) 2009

Part of your world

'Bright young women
Ready to stand

Ready to know
What the people know

Ask them my questions
And get some answers

When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?

Love to explore
That shore up above

Wandering free

Wish I could be
Part of your world'

~Ariel, 1989. (C) Disney
Part of that world, by Jodi Benson
The Little Mermaid, illustration by Edmund Dulac