"You Sound Like Louis Burdett" as written by and Timothy/wells Freedman....
Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I want at a do out East
Nothing too emotional, my good miss
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years - you sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?

Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by
I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis Burdett

All my friends are fuck-ups but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars
how Gemini's love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by
The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears
They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine

It tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head - tell me about a dream Louis, something
obscene Louis, your life's an open magazine Louis
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me

By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been


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"You Sound Like Louis Burdett" as written by Timothy Freedman Mark Wells

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    General CommentWow. Nothing here either. Yikes.

    Louis Burdett was The Whitlams' drummer during the mid-90s. I think here, Tim (our protagonist) is taking a long night out on the town drinking basically. "Geminis love wooden dragons" is a nod to a guy named Peter who was "the band's astrologer" and used to give them handy insights into each other. "Chris don't like madness" is Chris Abrahams. As for the planes, well, they're a given in Newtown. And by the way, it does rain in Tempe.
    viola has wingson March 20, 2006   Link
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    General Commentactually i don't thin he was ever a member of the whitlams but a jazz percussionist and apparently he was not too happy about the whitlams writinf this song and releasing it without talking to him first.
    Dressed2Depresson June 29, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"wooden dragons"... sounds self-destructive. I mean, dragons shoot fire through their noses... that's not gonna end well for a wooden dragon, is it? so "geminis love wooden dragons" = always being attracted to people who can't help but tear themselves apart
    Lissetteon May 15, 2007   Link
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    General Commentlouis burdette played drums on 'God Drinks Down at the Sando', just thought i'd throw that in :P
    demon_of_the_fallon October 30, 2007   Link
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    My OpinionI love the "I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub. Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me" part.

    Always out of place.
    ninjacow7on June 01, 2009   Link

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