Swingin' Arms Hotel

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Copyright Randall Blair 2008.

All songs by Randall Blair, except track 4 ‘Lucky’ by Randall Blair and Richard Bray.

Artwork & design by Gillian Cosgrove
Photography by Konrad Lenz

tHE wEddEd BLiSS wouLd LikE tHankS tHE foLLowing pEopLE for tHEir patiEncE, kindnESS, Support, EncouragEMEnt and Hard work:
our faMiLiES: Veronica Merton, Celie & Kalem, John & Carolyn Merton, Danny & Jeanette Daniel (our most loyal gig goers, thank you so much!), Ian & Carmel Nightingale, Bruce & Elizabeth Bray, John Bray, Wella, Mark, Sue, Jacinta & Erin Heather, Brian Hobsbawn, Kye, Greg & Sam Whalen, Jeanette Cram & Cris Clucas.
our friEndS: Deano, Fiete, Dunc & Tonia, Cammo, Benny, Ducky, Gill, Mizz Deb Lalley (our musical & spiritual advisor!), Sarah & the gig posse, Aletha, Potsy, Damien Flanagan, John Fanning, Mike, Tbor, Shasta, Lyndall, Chiggo & Carls, Nick, Tristo, Pete Gare, Konrad Lenz, Gregor Murray, Dave Whyte, Luke Diggins, Jay Rose, Damien Heffernan, Kat, Mark & Dale Fitzgerald, Wayne Hall, Adam Steer, Anthony Williams and anyone else who has been kind enough to offer support and encouragement.

BandS & MuSicianS & induStry pEopLE:
The Phoenix Bar, Duncan Lowe, Tim Duck, Steve Smart & the 301 team, Alison Proctor (The Cashews), Ill Starred Captain, Jordan Best, The Fuelers, Steppin’ Razor, Vivinene Rogis & the Mirramu Dance Company, Bucky & the Rodeo Clowns, Pete Gare, Guy Gibson from the Merry Muse, The O’Hooligans, Den Hanrahan, Boyd Kelly, Ross Bingham, Matt McBeath, Matty Ellis &
The Ellis Collective, Me-Shell Croker, Aaron Peacey, Sam King, Emma Kelly, The Casual Projects, Nigel McRae for Loadedog & the infamous Backyard Bacchanalia, Bill from the Folkus Room, the folks at the Front, The Gundaroo Pub, Olims Canberra, John Stokes & Dianna Warren at Das Kapital, Sue Rendell from the Braidwood Folk Club, the folks at The RiotACT, the great people at the Goulburn Blues Festival, and all of the bar staff & managers of all the beaut little country pubs we’ve played at.

Supported by the ACT Government

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released March 4, 2008

The Wedded Bliss are:

Randall Blair
Matt Nightingale
Richard Bray
Phil Daniel

Recorded and mixed at infidel studio, Queanbeyan, NSW.

Produced by Duncan Lowe & Randall Blair
With assistance from Cameron Burns

Engineered by Duncan Lowe with assistance from Cameron Burns

Assistant Engineer: Tim Duck

Mixed by Duncan Lowe with assistance from Cameron Burns

Mastered by Steve Smart at 301 mastering studios, Alexandria, Sydney.

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"The Wedded Bliss are just plain wonderful, a rose scented brew of beer-tap poetry and narrative country with a side plate of 50s rock melody. Cheerful, melancholy, funny…" - BMA Magazine

The Wedded Bliss is a labour of love for Randall Blair, Matt Nightingale and Lachlan Coventry.

They are a band that that will have you tapping your toes, singing along to their catchy country swing tunes.
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Track Name: Long Walk Home
Like a debutante
Like a new recruit
I never needed sleep
I only needed you
I’d know it all,
I’d walk it tall that’s what I’d do

But it’s a long walk home, a long walk home now without you

You said the sweetest thing
When the first kiss broke
Don’t hold your breath, clean up your act
And give up those smokes
As I reflect, in retrospect
That’s what I’d do

’Cause it’s a long walk home, a long walk home now without you

O’ sinner man I heard them say
We’ll take those hands and make them pray
That shalt not covet or deceive
O’ sinner man you shall receive
We’ll work those hands and make em’ bleed
Don’t you take a good love and let it fade
Don’t break those promises you made

For a noble cause
Not a Nobel prize
Through the thick and thin
For the losing side
For the dying art, for the smallest part
I need of you

'Cause it’s a long walk home, a long walk home now without you
Track Name: Close Enough For Rock And Roll
I took my leave and my severance pay I didn’t plead, I didn’t feel ashamed I didn’t feel ashamed I took my leave and my severance pay
I said I’m only earning minimum wage I coulda, shoulda, woulda act my age I couldn’t act my age Now I’m only earning minimum wage

Close enough Close enough Close enough for that rock ‘n roll now

I’m washing dishes in a dirty old scene I’m hangin’ on to that old rock ‘n roll dream That old rock ‘n roll dream Washing dishes in a dirty old scene
Now I’m standing with a cap in my hand C’mon sugar throw some salt in this pan Throw some salt in this pan Just a little for a rock n’ roll man

Close enough Close enough Close enough for that rock ‘n roll now

Got swollen knuckles and a line of debt A pound of troubles and an inch of sweat I got an inch of sweat Swollen knuckles and a line of debt
I said I’m only earning minimum wage C’mon sugar tear a leaf from my page Tear a leaf from my page I said I’m only earning minimum wage

Close enough Close enough Close enough for that rock ‘n roll now
Track Name: Saturday Evening Sinner, Sunday Morning Saint
Are you a Sat’day even’ sinner or a Sunday Morning Saint?
I said you’d better make you mind up,
’fore they close those pearly gates
I said you’d better make your mind up, ’fore they throw you in that cold cold ground

Oh they saw you with your head down prayin’ Behind that wooden pew
But then they caught you drinking whiskey
Here’s the road you’ve got to choose
Are you a Sat’day Evenin’ Sinner or a Sunday Morning Saint just feeling blue?

I said Boatman Boatman row to that side
But now you can’t get to heaven ’gainst that wind and that tide
Just like you can’t get a witness
If you’re prayin’ on that barroom floor

Well now you find yourself a cryin’ In your beer and whiskey too
And now you’re standing on the brink
Of that Ol’ Road You’ve Got to Choose
Are you a Sat’day Evenin’ Sinner or a Sunday Morning Saint just feeling blue?

Wash your hands and sweep the floor
I said Boatman Boatman Boatman Row to that Shore
I’ve paid my fare Said I’ve paid my dues
Now I’ve got to
Walk like a Saint in a Sinner’s shoes

Are you a Sat’day even’ sinner or a Sunday Morning Saint?
I said you’d better make you mind up, ’fore they close those pearly gates
I said you’d better make your mind up, ’fore they throw you in that cold cold ground
Track Name: Lucky
I tore my life on a barbed wire fence
I stitched it up with some commonsense
Now I’m looking at life through a broken
lens, my friend
I’ve tumbled down stairs
I’ve broke some bones
I spent a lot of time in an armchair throne
But this mess is mine, and it’s mine I own

Break my heart, bless my soul
I’m packing my bags, ain’t paying this loan
I guess I ain’t lucky
Guess I’m still blue
But I ain’t taking this shit from the likes of you

Oh Minimum Wage University
I’m stacking those shelves till I could not see
What’s robbing my life of its urgency
Been a cold calling monkey in a battery hen cage
I’ve spent my life on a retail stage
But this mess is mine, and it’s mine I’ve made

Break my heart, bless my soul
I'm packing my bags, ain’t paying this loan
I guess I ain’t lucky
Guess I’m still blue
But I ain’t taking this shit from the likes of you

Well let the clouds roll in
Let the rain fall down
Let the dam burst open
Let the whole town drown
Let the coffins crack open
And the bones spill out

Tell mamma and papa
‘Don’t you worry ’bout me’
Some things in life weren’t meant to be
Some things in life weren’t meant for me

Break my heart, bless my soul
I'm packing my bags, ain’t paying this loan
I guess I ain’t lucky
Guess I’m still blue
But I ain’t taking this shit from the likes of you
Track Name: Swingin' Arms Hotel
O’ meet me at The Swingin’ Arms Hotel
They better ring that bell
At the Arms’ Hotel

Oh Meet me at ol’ Jimmy Sharman’s Tent
I’m gonna pay my rent
I’m gonna earn my pence

Because I’ll take you toe to toe
I’ll go you pound for pound
I’ve broke my share of bones
In this old bare knuckle town

I’ve copped it on the chin
I’ve copped it sweet and hard
But I’ll lift my chin again
And I’ll go that extra yard

So you better Meet me at the Swingin’ Arms Hotel
They better ring that bell
At the Arms Hotel
Track Name: Broken Bird
I’ve been living life
Like an airline disaster
Broken teeth made of plaster
In a house made of straw

It’s been trying times
Said the way I’ve tried
Like a broken bird sings a four letter word
Like a broken bird sings a four letter word

Been punch drunk I’ve been down
And my faith it unwound
Tried to hide my disgrace
Lose my face in the crowd

It’s been crying times
Said the way I’ve cried
Like a teenage bride on her first wedded night
Like a teenage bride on her first wedded night

You were faithful, I was thoughtless
You were patient, I was cruel
Two wrongs made a right mess of me
Two wrongs made a right mess of you

Now you’re drinking dry
Taking natural highs
In another man’s arms
In another man’s crimes

It’s been lying times
Said the way I’ve lied
For the end of desire
For the end I deny

You were faithful, I was thoughtless
You were patient, I was cruel
Two wrongs made a right mess of me
Two wrongs made a right mess of you
Two wrongs was the best I could do

Now I’ve had all my doubts
Bitter blood in my mouth
Tried to wash you right down
Tried to clean you right out

It’s been trying times
Said the way I’ve tried
Like a broken bird Sings a four letter word
Like a broken bird Sings a four letter word
Like a broken bird Sings a four letter word
Track Name: Save Your Bitchin' For The Old Folks Home
I sang through blood and through broken teeth
I’ve said my prayers, said I’ve earned my keep
I’ve built a kingdom seen it over thrown

So Save Your Bitching for the Old Folks Home

I’ve buried the hatchet, I’ve buried my friends
And I’ll bury my secrets when the fair-weather ends
I’ve begged I’ve borrowed, can’t pay my loan

So Save Your Bitching for the Old Folks Home

We’re in for a penny, yes we’re in for a pound
We’re in for the plenty so drink it all down
I might not be righteous, I might not be sound
But I was born with a penny, gonna make it a pound

I’ve been to the bottom, I’ve been ground down
I’ll buckle my boots and I’ll stand my ground
The Good Book says ‘Well you reap what you sow’

So Save Your Bitching for the Old Folks Home

We’re in for a penny, yes we’re in for a pound
We’re in for the plenty so drink it all down
You might not be righteous, you might not be sound
But we’re born with a penny, gotta make it a pound

Some bury their children, some bury their kin
Some people so empty, let the emptiness win
Some ain’t got nothin’ but their flesh and their bone

So Save Your Bitching for the Old Folks Home
Save Your Bitching for the Old Folks Home
Save Your Bitching for the Old Folks Home
Track Name: The Rain
Let the rain come
Let the roof leak
Make the dust float
Down the main street
This town’s a bitter pill
Like a broken cup to fill
Let that rain fall
Right over here

Sunken footy fields
And broken shopping bags
Drag my muddy heels
Deeper in the sand
Take your time to leave
I won’t take mine to grieve
Just let that rain fall
Right over here

C’mon C’mon Cmon now
Take a deep breath in
What’s the worst?
We could sink
What’s the worst?
We could swim

C’mon C’mon Cmon now
Throw your heartache here
Let it float, let it choke
Let it drown and disappear


Let the creek rise
Through your front door
Let it run hard
Let it rain more
Wash your dishes clean
Soak your TV screen
Let that creek rise
Right over here

C’mon C’mon Cmon now
Take a deep breath in
What’s the worst?
We could sink
What’s the worst?
We could swim

C’mon C’mon Cmon now
Throw your heartache here
Let it float, let it choke
Let it drown and disappear

Let the rain come
Let the roof leak
Make the drains choke
Down the main street
This town’s a bitter pill
Like an empty lung to fill

Let that rain fall
Let that rain fall
Let that rain fall right over here
Track Name: Fluorescent Light Blues
On the edge of that sorrow
Got a deficit to pay
Another Sunday night’s tollin’
Another weekend’s decay
Now it’s short, sharp and running
You press your shirt, dust your shoes
Flick the switch, now it’s blinking

The Fluorescent Light Blues
The Fluorescent Light Blues
The Fluorescent Light Blues

Now your shirtsleeves are nameless
But your Windsor Knot’s true
Lift your chin now to take it
Like a kid born to lose
And the lift it is silent
Seems you all know your tune
Once the doors they swing open

Sing the Fluorescent Blues
The Fluorescent Light Blues
The Fluorescent Light Blues

There’s an exit sign glowing
Above the 31st floor
Well there’s now way of knowing what’s right
But there’s one way of finding out more

Now you fill out your timesheets
Feel your Windsor Knot choke
All your faxes and memos
Up in Fluorescent smoke
You can see in their faces
See they’ve all paid their dues
Study hard, earn your stripes

For the Fluorescent Light Blues
The Fluorescent Light Blues
The Fluorescent Light Blues
Track Name: Love's On It's Way
Well the best man’s a killer, the bridesmaid’s divorced
Raise a glass to the suckers before the next course
Remorse my friend, no remorse
Love’s on its way

You can drink all night
You can sleep all day
Walk the ends of the earth
Love’s on its way

You can burn your bridges and leave this town
You can pull your stitches and bleed right down
But beware my friend
Love’s on its way

You can cry all night
You can hide all day
Walk the ends of the earth
Love’s on its way

Love’s on its way
Love’s on its way
It won’t take long now
Love’s on its way

Well the heart’s just a furnace, two pipes and a kick
Makes enough of a racket to make you love sick
Think quick my friend
Love’s on its way

You can hide all night
You can cry all day
Walk the ends of the earth
Love’s on its way

Love’s on its way
Love’s on its way
It won’t take long now
Love’s on its way

All the vice and the virtue all mingle in blood
Just like Judas and Jesus did rise from the mud
I swear my friend
Love’s on its way

You can hide all night
You can cry all day
Walk the ends of the earth
Love’s on its way

Love’s on its way
Love’s on its way
It won’t take long now
Love’s on its way
Track Name: Long Walk Home (Reprise)
Like a debutante
Like a new recruit
I never needed sleep
I only needed you
I’d know it all,
I’d walk it tall that’s what I’d do

But it’s a long walk home, a long walk home now without you

You said the sweetest thing
When the first kiss broke
Don’t hold your breath, clean up your act
And give up those smokes
As I reflect, in retrospect
That’s what I’d do

’Cause it’s a long walk home, a long walk home now without you

O’ sinner man I heard them say
We’ll take those hands and make them pray
That shalt not covet or deceive
O’ sinner man you shall receive
We’ll work those hands and make em’ bleed
Don’t you take a good love and let it fade
Don’t break those promises you made

For a noble cause
Not a Nobel prize
Through the thick and thin
For the losing side
For the dying art, for the smallest part
I need of you

'Cause it’s a long walk home, a long walk home now without you