The Cat Empire

Lyrics

“Boogaloo”

There’s a soul man
And he’s shuffling in my head

He lives ah he lived ah he live ah he’s living
And I’m never going to grow old wishing
Could have my time again
He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams
And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so
Something when he moves doesn’t have to move much
But he does it with such gentle tenderness. I’m singing

Young men stomping in the bullpen
Looking for some good zen
Often to do the dumb things
Looking for some a-ah-ah-amen

There’s a soul man listening to the soul tamb
Playing in his right hand now he found his own sound
And it’s okay

He never speak for-the-sake-of-speaking
Doesn’t talk all-that-talking no he doesn’t say nothing
Til he got something to say

He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams
And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so
Something got me singing oh I never never
Never gonna
Grow old wishing
Could have my time again


“Siente”

Siente L’Amour but that is only half of the score
You fucking sangangui so long aufwiedersehn adiu
You had me feeling blue but now I’m gonna jive

I am the sky
Yeh
And it’s true

Honey I’m well but the world is a little unwell
Thank you salut but would you help us change and would you help us through?

Oh my love is so strong
‘But love,’ she said’s ‘not all you need’

Yes my mind is open
But so is our disease

The harness is broken
Lord lend me your hand

The sign’s clear but not spoken
This is a troubled land

This is a troubled land

Honey I’m well but the world is a little unwell
Thank you salut but would you help us change and would you help us through?
Honey I’m well but the world is a little unwell
Thank you salut but would you make a change and would you help us soon?

The tiger and it’s coarse


“Motion”

Set in motion my imagination’s miles
A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my
Young trials lead me sailing down this stream
Of hidden songs and steam and my
- Piano it floats and echoes
A moonbeam through the kite she sent
Read ‘Is your wooden boat in sight?’
And while I replied ‘it’s not’
It was in fact not far from right outside
I would surprise her wake her up and rise her
Go swimming in the night’s horizon then dry her
Offer the familiar passage of my outstretched hand

‘Say when you staying home’ she said
‘Why not come on my boat instead?’
‘Cos I’m tired of all your currents and your tides
Your moods creating whirlpools
And you’re in love with the ride and I
Want – some – peace and quiet!’

So we fought a while caught our breath a while
I told her how the purple flowers glow along the river side
She told me all she wanted was me home with some time
I showed her how the sky was only water inclined
I told her about the huts the kind of music we played
She reminded me that ‘Flashes past a house is well made’
I told her about the spot where all the oceans collide
She said that ‘You could have that with me every night’ and so
Set in motion my imagination’s miles
A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my
Young trials leads me sailing down this stream of hidden songs
and steam and my
- Piano it floats and echoes

‘So when you coming home’ she said
‘Why not come on my boat instead?’
‘Cos I’m tired of all your currents and your tides
Your moods creating whirlpools
And you’re in love with the ride and I


“Song For The Day”

These nights awake
Can you imagine how much time
We’ve spent around here?

Enough to say that we have seen
Two moons come past
Pass and turn away

Don’t close your eyes
- For we
Have come to love
Tat mad white glare

Don’t close your eyes for we
Would see the room depart
And sing the song for day

Singing the song
Singing the song just for the day
Singing the song
While the moons they fade away

The song that brings the night to sleep
And creeps into our eyes
For delusion makes them manic -
For delusion makes us manic
For illusion makes us sing

The song just for the day


“Know Your Name”

Know your name
And sing it loud
Know your na-a-a-a-ame
Though I’m saying this again
Know your name
And sing it loud

Though I listen when you talk to me
Your eyes, they seem cold
And I wish I might remind you of the time
When they held the sky
On and on the song seems to find you alone

When it rains
I hear that sound

Though I listen when you talk to me
Your eyes, they seem cold
And I wish I might remind you of the time
When they held the sky
Why’d your spirit cry? My oh my
You should have seen you in your prime


“Song For Elias”

Meant to meet you but I couldn’t stay
Till now never knew how life tears you away
Now I wait for the springtime in Spain
My love

A beautful being’s so sad and so strong
You gave me a story you gave me a song
When he played is guitar she would weep
My love

So one rainy day that spirit took flight
She made him a cap full of magic and might
For his birthday to rule a great stage
(and perform till old age)
My love

And why did you never arrive
When we – before you left I saw tears in your eye
And your mother ust told me you
My love

Estava en Ottro Siteo

To state he was born by got rhythm within
Was to put it so mildly her crying face grinned
It would spring from all fibres of humanly everythings
My love

Nothing’s sure but that love never reasons
Now the world might have lost all its springtimes
And all of the seasons are bleak without you
My love

Estava en Ottro Siteo

Meant to meet you but I couldn’t stay
Till now never knew how life tears you away
Now I wait for the springtime in Spain
My love

Estava en Ottro Siteo


“Down At The 303″

I want some culture
Never mind the cheese
Just want to hear music
And originality

I want some culture
Never mind the TV
Just want to hear music
Down at the 303

This is a rhyme about how good music can be
How mean are its bass lines its melodies and beats
Now its good to have positivity
But you also muct be able to crush adversaries because
We have terrorists in the music industry
Yes, terrorists trying to define what music be
We are modern medicine men – cure all ills with ill beats
But some people are making music sick
And stealing all the chi
You know who you are and yes judge not lest ye
Be judged I agree in front of my plasma screen but
While you’re making a concert of convicts who
Stumbled throught the contest I’m taking the
Concept of convex and putting it in a concave context
And if you were Rocksteady, Bebop and Shredder
I’d be Krang… doing that evil shit better
Music is for living yes music is essential
Music should take risks and be experimental

I want some culture
Never mind the cheese
Just want to hear music
And originality

I want some culture
Never mind the TV
Just want to hear music
Down at the 303


“Waltz”

Wa going to write a song at a time
When my life and my moods were in order and fine
But the hour was late and my room was a state
And I realized that song I would never create
And so this is a song I discovered instead
The song about living before we are dead
And by living I don’t mean prfection like gold
Cos living my friends is the sweet unresolved

La la la la la la la
Lean over your balconies and don’t run inside
Look after your world and she might treat you right
Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes oh

I’ve seen people trying to package their love
Like a dove in the kitchen with a note that says
Make sure you scrub well and plan and prepare everything
Affection as clean as a triangle ting
But love it or not love’s as mad as they come
Oh it’s sly and it’s wise and it’s wonderfully dumb
And while some might still say ‘No it’s pure like one’
My love it is wild and not mild and on the run

An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing
When it’s played in the midst of a Melbourne music boxing ring
And who said that culture couldn’t grow from a whim
My god there is strength when a cat learns how to swim
‘And what is a king’ he screamed at the wind
A king is decisive without and within
They can’t make me stumble they don’t hit my chin
They told me I mumbled so I decided to sing

I’d never be too old or bitter or thin
Was born with a smile and I’ll die with a grin
And I dive in the ocean when the sky tumbles in
And I’d rise when I find a way to make her shining
And I know the trick that the gods love to play
You say you want one thing they take it away
Bu action I’ve found is a seven letter word
Pretend you want a shoebox
And find you’ve found the world


“Luck Song”

So by now you have seen me
By now I have seen you
Would you would you would you
Move with me?

Looked through a looking glass
And what did I see?
I saw one thousand cameras shooting
And a giant TV
And a mass of people sitting and watching
Watching that big screen
When around them was a fire burning
That they couldn’t see
They couldn’t breathe but kept watching
And thought things they would be fine
Believed that the screen
Would be screening for all of time
Conceived the idea they were
Behind the screen divine
But when it came to living
Were what petrol is to wine

Hear through some speakers sounding
What did I hear?
I hear some plastic singer singing
Plastic lyrics in my ear
And a mass of empty hands clapping
With an empty cheer
When in the distance was some soul music
That they couldn’t hear
Neared the speaker with the plastic song
And tried their best to move
Cleared a floor and tried to shake it
But they couldn’t find their groove
They feared to recognise that what they heard
Was music abused
And when it came to dancing
Their bodies refuse

So by now you have seen me
By now I have seen you
Would you would you would
Move with me?

So by now you have seen me
By now I have seen you
Would you would you would you
Move with me?


“Anymore”

I would not tell you how I feel
Anymore because I’ve seen
How men find offence in reason
I save my heart for my family
My soul for work
My mind in moving
Through the world

Although my young ideal is gone
My embrace not so blind
And my trust is never certain
I try to find what’s among us
Not to unite but to realise that
To waste’s defeat

And when uncertainty reveals
When the consequences ark
When the act seems in the balance
Music is born from an instinct
And that is my truth
In the moment that I
Need it most

[Scat by Harry Angus]

And when uncertainty reveals
When the consequences ark
When the act seems in the balance
Music is born from an instinct
And that is my truth
In the moment that I
Need it most.