Darlington, Western Australia
I fear you will tire of me,
That my dawn will turn to dusk,
And you’ll grow weary of my lust.
Would you come to find me,
Across the lake and up the hill,
Just past the old mill.
I know you’ll tire of me,
Many years will drain away,
And beside another man you will lay,
I’ll find myself in the streaking rain,
With that littering sorrow again,
Finding my way to the closest neon sign,
Yeah, I’m alone, but the night could be mine,
Craving for that old city grunge,
For that drink I’ll leap and lunge,
The stripper said I had a baby face,
I feel like Charles Bukowski in this dingy place.
Bio: Adrian tells us this is another song he had written during an obsession with Charles Bukowski and the dark brooding nature of his works. This was combined with the Honey Bee reference to Nick Cave’s (Grinderman) song of the same name.