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 This may have been written in 2024 and I was quite happy with it so I entered it in the Australian Songwriters Association. It probably should be shorter but I put the chorus bit in every second verse. I'd need to perform it before I cut it!   Hairy Lair A couple of hippies stopped at the Road house They were in a Jaguar All they wanted were take-away coffees Hot chips and a Mars Bar Seagulls were lurking They were part of the scene To drop something messy On to their windscreen Some laughed, some didn’t care I just observed like a Hairy Lair The couple got out and asked for help They were cool as any Hippy Someone found them a bucket with water They blessed it and did a shimmy An audience of nomads They watched the scene It was like an episode of Of Mister Bean The Hippies decided to do some work They deserve a gold star Their appetite was craving for Hot chips and a Mars Bar Furthermore a coffee Certified organic Otherwise we’d...

 When Francis passed away back in 2022 I wrote this one. FRANCIS Francis got in a spaceship Steered it to another galaxy Went passed the moon Then screamed “Ecstasy” His mates on earth heard him Some were catching Bream They were anchored in the lake Shortly after his wake Francis loves his spaceship He didn’t pay one cent for it It was exactly what he wanted To burn off a Ferrari or Fiat We’ll never see him again No longer in any pain But you should all know he’s Busy You can all go and get dizzy Francis has a spaceship That can zip among the stars Collecting any old junk That he can turn into guitars He was a real creative fella With music in his ear Now he is remembered A future not to fear © Ronaldo 15/10/2022

I wrote this in 2019 and I was quite happy with it. One day I may come up with a progression  Talbragar Street (Joes Jungle) Joe has a Jungle Not far from a zoo He's got a guitar and a pretty wife That feeds a Kangaroo When he goes to the city For Business, Cafe or Treat You'll find him somewhere In Talbragar Street When ever you want Rain Just say a prayer and you'll get Joe Along with his pretty wife They want a drench Dubbo They'll sing and make you dance Maybe plant some Wheat Or eat chook at the Castlereagh In Talbragar Street There's an exotic Cafe That nobody knows about They have a license to play music Good music to damp the spout If you want to know where I'll give you the name of the street In the Heart of Dubbo Is Talbragar Street © Beswick 

 This goes back to 2010 and I believe it needs to be re written. I'm not a fan of this one! THE MULLET DANCE Just up the road from where the Royal Tar was built Is a Dance Hall where they're setting a new trend A band called “Timber Getters” are making all the noise Vibrating the walls with a song I'd recommend But only if you're fit enough And you can handle things rough and tough Hands by your side, nose in the air Jump of the ground everyone beware The Mullet Dance is from the shore Now the Mullet Dance is on the floor Now some folks get around with Oysters in their gob They reckon they can't dance but you want to see them try It's good fun to watch even the Crabs are doing their best Moments like this you wish you can fly But only if you're fit enough And you can handle things rough and tough Hands by your side, nose in the air Jump of the ground everyone beware The Mullet Dance is from the shore Now the Mullet Dance is on th...

 I didn't associate with Mark Wells but I'd see him at most gigs. There was another musician getting around with his name. M.V. is an abbreviation of Motor Vessel. I wrote this in 2015  Goodbye M V Wells I'm so sad you've gone so soon Can I get a favour as you depart Send me a postcard from the moon Goodbye M V Wells I'm going to dance here on the dock To music you helped make Not just blues cause I like the Rock Goodbye M V Wells Give my regards to the Albatross That'll now follow you around Making sure peace will not be a loss Goodbye M V Wells I'm looking forward to that request At least the Astro mail is free Just like you now having a rest Goodbye M V Wells © Beswick 2015

 I'm not sure what to make of this. I always wanted to pay tribute to Talbragar Street where the post office is in Dubbo. I may have an older version somewhere. TALBRAGAR STREET It was an evening I'll never forget At the Pastoral Hotel when it was wet A good band was playing After weeks of praying Everybody was thanking Molly She drove down from Eumungerie To promote her drought breaking remedy It was a method in her dance A good mix of Romance It made everyone rather jolly I couldn't feel any melancholy There were clouds about but at least I could see some stars They were twinkling to the sound of distorted guitars And when shining on the puddles that dampen the concrete I made a wish in Talbragar Street I seen her get swept of her feet By a chap that came in from the street He was tall with curly hair A country and western lair He fell in love with Molly The pair laughed and fell on the floor Fortunately they were not sore They got no mor...

 This may have been entered in the your town your song competition. If it wasn't then I was inspired by the gig. IN MISSABOTTI (WHERE THEY GET NO SMOG) The bridge collapsed when the rain was falling And the good news was that nobody was hurt I need to tell you about some strange things That have been happening around this dirt A tractor driver told me about his party He invited all the skeptics they came along They couldn't be converted so they Raised their glasses and sang this song They we're in Missabotti By the hills that are so pretty Surrounded by ghostly fog In Missabotti where they get no smog When the sun shines on the empty paddock It's the most perfect place for a picnic The Bee gets a whiff to invite a queen Suddenly it becomes a kingdom of magic Clouds appear in the Northern sky And a face turns up out of nowhere Every body's jolly including the shepherds And they have all got long hair They we're in Missabotti By...

 I may have wrote this after I volunteered at the gate with Mr Coulter.  Macksville Gift Athletes arrive on time here to compete They come from far just to use there feet Welcomed by seagulls just part of the team To inspire a champion to collect a dream A carnival atmosphere folks discuss the glory Brass band plays a tune to tell us a story An FJ Holden reminds me of the history Of this event started back in 1953 Even if you don't like to bet You'll be pleased with the Macksville Gift Take your mark get set It's the Macksville Gift Nearby is the river some go there to meditate Before the time comes to anticipate A jogger came in with some fancy gear His hands in the air he's going to volunteer A Queen had entered thanking her charity Dressed superbly a credit for humanity Now make a wish for the perfect weather It's an event you shall always remember Even if you don't like to bet You'll be pleased with the Macksville Gift Take ...

 This was from 2011 and I was not comfortable with it for some reason. Gang of Fools Big Jim walked down the Gangway for the very last time After so many years of drama loosing faith was his crime He'd seen struggles and he can remember them all well There's one place he ain't going and that is to hell That's for all those hypocrites that make up the rules That's what you get you sign up with the gang of fools I met Jim once at a rally he was such a passionate bloke Involved in the union and helped me when I was broke Sweat was not his enemy he'd work hard every day Social Justice was his game and he loved his pay He had his own agenda he had his own rules He'd never ever sign up with the gang of fools

 I wrote this in 2011 and is inspired by Bowraville STINKY BOOTS ON YOUR FEET Don't take of your boots The party's on the verandah Eat leaves and lots of roots Watch me slip on a banana There'll be punch served here For those who can't stand beer With stinky Boots on your feet Stinky boots on your feet I feel the presence of a ghost That hangs around the verandah Find a partner find a post Watch out for the umbrella Find a mug and grab some brew Meet up with a Cockatoo With stinky Boots on your feet Stinky boots on your feet Prelude Come along and join the fun Put your boots on for the thrill Wear a hat and some shades you wont look out of place in this ol' ville So come and join some weird folks That party on a verandah They laugh and tell funny jokes With a Cowboy Orchestra And a self taught musical dude Plays the fiddle in the nude With stinky Boots on his feet Stinky boots on his feet © Beswick

 This may have been written in 2014 and I'd make changes if I went into production. LIFE IS AN EXPERIMENT A Coalminer once said to me you wouldn't like it here Money is good but life is tough Blokes fight and drink beer People come and go just for work Then get sick with no one to trust When your 50 feet underground You wear and swallow the dust I've had nightmares most of my life Now I'm afraid of the surgeons knife Trick or treat is a game they play But when I've had enough I've had something to say A fisherman once said to me You should not be here Southerly winds were howling He could sense my fear I was quite young at the time A lad looking for a crust But I moved on for better looking and dreaming for lust I've had nightmares most of my life Now I'm afraid of the surgeons knife Trick or treat is a game they play But when I've had enough I've had something to say Life is an experiment An experiment indeed...

 If I was serious about this one that goes back to 2011 I'd make some changes. LONG LIVE ARTHRITIS Scottie took his time Looking for a place he could pull over He was on the highway driving Michelle That's his much traveled Land Rover She was chewing up all the fuel And starting to sound like a mule But she'd been such a friend No longer she's a trend I'm getting sore Like I've been in a war And I'm still a pacifist Long live Arthritis I once rode a bike But I gave up when I almost died I had Nightmares and trouble sleeping That's why I don't eat Kentucky fried But I do eat fruit That cost me precious loot And I need to sometimes rest Look after my chest I'm getting sore Like I've been in a war And I'm still a pacifist Long live Arthritis ©  Beswick

 This must have been written in 2014. The original tile was "Get a Shovel." A Big Shovel Where are those politicians That sold out to the devil Fib there way through life Always making trouble I hold them accountable For damaging the planet Let's bring them to justice And get a new cabinet Did I say making trouble So go and get a big shovel I've been a sick bastard One time I had a clot I lived on healthy food Worked for what I got The boss was a clown Just like Tony Abbott Shirt fronting galah Brains of a shallot Didn't he cause trouble So go and get a big shovel ©  Beswick

 I wrote this in 2015 after Sea Gypsy. I was planning to re write and put some music to it.  The Real Sea Gypsy I never dreamed I'd see the day I'd meet a Real Sea Gypsy From the tropical Heaven she sails Honolulu is her destiny Navigating pristine Coves she teaches on the way there Turtles and birds greet her knowing they are in her care But not everybody agrees with the Real Sea Gypsy They put money and greed ahead and are a minority And one day they'll all end up embarrassed and broke Lets hope things change before the ocean is a joke When Shepard’s of the world unite it pleases the Real Sea Gypsy They'd fight for Ocean justice and we'd all live in harmony We know there's still lot's of work that needs to be done So please let the Rulers know we're going to fight and have fun King Neptune is a true friend of the Real Sea Gypsy They watch as Mother Nature tortures her enemy Common sense are the only rules that they emplo...

  Sea Gypsy goes back to 2014  Sea Gypsy I cruise around some islands Home to turtles and birds See a pristine cove That inspire these words Bring out the best in me No longer live in fear Tropical breeze on my port What an atmosphere If this is what heaven is like Then I'm a sea Gypsy Fuelled by natures breeze Then I'm a sea Gypsy I crawled out of the cabin Where I'd been asleep I could smell the sea Above a coral reef It woke up my senses I feel like a Viking If I only had muscles You wouldn't hear me sing If this is what heaven is like Then I'm a sea Gypsy © Beswick 2014

 I have performed this song on stage a couple of times. It's not a country song and it is inspired by a true event that happened long before I arrived in the Nambucca Valley. I just made my a different version up! Welcome to Scotts Head Mr Wong The boat people from China know where to go to escape Not Bondi or Botany, but Scotts Head is the place As the story goes they once beached on there way Singing merrily to avoid arrest in Botany Bay So welcome to Scotts Head Mr Wong You'll be naturalised when ever you sing this Song If you can chew our Chop Suey, That's all you need to be an Aussie So Welcome to Scotts Head Mr Wong A friend of mine remembers the day the Chinese had arrived She reached for her rifle and fortunately she never fired The mozzies bit the kids so they bought some aeroguard Then suddenly Scotts Head had more dough than Armaguard So welcome to Scotts Head Mr Wong You'll be naturalised when ever you sing this Song If you can go...