I don't want to go to Broken Hill, darling.
No, I don't want to go to Broken Hill,
darling. The mines are closed at the
Line of Lode and the people are ill
from the silver skimp dump, darling.
I don't want to go to Wollongong,
darling. No, I don't want to go to
Wollongong, darling. I don't care if
it's the only place where you can
skydive onto a beach, darling.
I don't want to go to Bendigo, darling.
No, I don't want to go to Bendigo,
darling. The bank there has long coddled
The inner flake of the CEO, darling.
Leave me here in Sydney town, darling.
I'll cast my bucket down where I
am, darling. I'll plump for this city, I
won't throw in the towel, I'll swallow
dry and take a chance, darling.
I don't want to go to Silverton,
darling. No, I don't want to go to
Silverton, darling. It's the most
lively ghost town there is, and Mad
Max was filmed there, darling.
I don't want to go to the Big Potato,
darling. No, I don't want to go to the Big
Potato, darling. I've seen the Big Yabby,
I've seen the Big Cheese, I've seen the
Big Easel and the Big Bench, darling.
Even if we're living on the whiskey
line, even if we're living on a
flute's sigh, I'll don the hat.
Leave me here in Sydney town, darling,
I'll cast my bucket down where I
am, darling. I'll plump for this city, I
won't throw in the towel, I'll swallow
dry and take a chance, darling.
Australian singer Jessica tempers ornate baroque folk with stark gothic poetry, infusing sadcore with transcendent sensibilities. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020
