Up Against the Wall — текст песни (The Whitlams)

To think it was going so well
We`d go out at night come home and fight like hell
Good fights about big things
You know just pushing around in the dark

To think I was scared to open the box
New love on the doorstep isn`t it funny there`s nothing on how it works
Go on have a look inside
You won`t know what you did without it

Well you slept
You met interesting people
And you slept with them
I`m up against the wall now

Hotel room, a silent phone
A packet of fags, a bottle of wine, a suitcase you call your own
When the darkness comes from the inside out
And even the barmen are pricks

Vitriol, the cigarettes
A long night of thinking and the search for the best vignettes
Yeah well it was good wasn`t it
Then it got bad,p> Some say love it only comes once in a lifetime
Well once is enough for me
She was one in a million
So there`s five more just in New south Wales

There`s a show on the television now
A man in the jungle with monkeys, he`s saying we`ve come so far
Yeah well it`s news to me
I`d better go evolve now

To think it was going to well
We`d go out at night come home and fight like hell
Good fights about big things
Like "who wrote the book on men?"
Well it was me

I`m up against the wall now
And I`m afraid to say I must fail her
Words: Tim Freedman
Music: Michael Vidale/Ian Hildebrand
Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocals, electric piano, Korg C3 organ
Ian Hildebrand: guitar
Tim Hall: guitar (bridge), backing vocals
Michael Vidale: bass
Mike Richards: drums
Scott Johnson: backing vocals
Larry Muhoberac: piano