Songs From Blowie River #1

I begin here a certain archive.
When I was but a nipper in the music trade, I set some songs to music.
They came from a mate called Ray.
I've tried to contact him to get permission to post the words here.
But he seems to be out of contact.
So here's the first.

Nostalgia

It was a day like any other
Out behind the laundermat,
The dogs were lying in the sun
And the ticks were getting fat,
The blowies buzzed contentedly
Around the garbage cans
Or flew into the butcher's
And got chopped up in the fans.

It was there beside the dunny,
Where the shade was most inviting,
That Banjo licked his pencil
And settled down to writing
Of the man from Blowie River,
Clancy of the overflow
And the blokes who humped the sew'age
In those days of long ago.

A long way past the gimcrack shop
Of a supermarket chain,
Out beyond the office blocks
You can still find Clancy's drain,
But the Blowie River’s gone
And the houses have flush toilets
And where the dunny stood
There is now a bank of violets.

The good old days have vanished
Like a dollar at the show,
The ticks no longer nuzzle
And the flies no longer blow
And the bloke who made the ballads
Has packed up and gone away,
Fading out into the sunset
Somewhere up in Byron Bay.

Sledge