DAVE’S NOT PLEASED She’s giving him so much aggro She’s giving him so much grief No, no, no, no, Dave’s not very pleased She’s giving him so much earache She says he comes home too late What’s a boy to do? Oh, what can he do? No, no, no, no, no, Dave’s not very... Not very pleased, how could he be? But will she be faithful to him? Or will he be sad and bruised? No, no, no, no, our Dave’s not amused And what’s a boy to do? Oh, what can he do? And what’s a boy to say? Another crisis on the way No, na, na, no, no, no No, na, na, no, no, no No, no, no, no, Dave’s not very pleased Oh Dave’s not pleased She’s giving him so much aggro She’s giving him so much grief No, no, no, no, no, Dave’s not very pleased Dave’s not pleased! No, na, na, no, no, no No, na, na, no, no, no No, no, no, no, Dave’s not very pleased What’s a boy to do? Oh what can he do? And what’s a boy to say? Another crisis on the way And what’s a boy to do, When his brain’s turned black and blue And what’s a boy to say? Another crisis on the way No, no, no, no, no, Dave’s not very... Not very pleased, how could he be? No, no, no, no, no, oh Dave’s not pleased Oh Dave’s not pleased! Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

SUBURBIA HEIGHTS Back then in better days Before the Prozac, way before the haze Back then when the air was free Golden years, they come and go There’s another one gone Mm yeah, there’s another one gone And another one Meanwhile in Suburbia Heights Jackson’s on a roll, Mary’s up all night Back home in Suburbia Heights Pink lawns and limousines, Hot tubs, and RCVs In a row, the house of dreams Meanwhile in Jackson’s head He’s on a Harley, crashed out behind his desk Wife Mary’s got a friend who runs a kibbutz And Mary’s got the bends Ooh, and another one comes And another one Meanwhile in Suburbia Heights Jackson’s on the road, Mary took that flight Back home in Suburbia Heights Work hard, standing still Work day and night to pay the bills Overdrive to overkill So where are all the heroes? Where are all the heroes? So where are all the heroes? They’re working hard, standing still Working day and night to pay the bills Meanwhile in Suburbia Heights Jackson’s on a roll, Mary’s up all night Back home in Suburbia Heights Pink lawns and limousines, Hot tubs, and RCVs In a row, the house of dreams Meanwhile in Suburbia Heights... Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

AUTOMATICALLY YOU I’m just an ordinary guy, with an ordinary face, In an ordinary town, full of ordinary people. And I’ve got an ordinary job, with an ordinary firm, We make ordinary things, for the ordinary world. Through nine to five it’s such an endless bore, It doesn’t matter to me, There’s a smile on my face, as I walk the human race, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. There’s not a cloud in the sky, as the world goes passing by, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. And we’ve got ordinary kids, they catch an ordinary bus, To their ordinary school, full of ordinary teachers. And in that ordinary bus, they pass an ordinary church, Full of ordinary prayer, full of ordinary preachers. With you around I’m never in the shade, You’re always shining on me, There’s a smile on my face, as I walk the human race, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. There’s not a cloud in the sky, as the world goes passing by, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. It’s automatically you, it’s automatic it’s sunshine It’s automatically, it’s automatically you Oh, there’s a smile on my face, as I walk the human race, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. There’s not a cloud in the sky, as the world goes passing by, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. Yeah, there’s a smile on my face, as I walk the human race, As long as I’ve got you then it’s automatic, it’s sunshine. There’s not a cloud in the sky, as the world goes passing by... Words & Music © Faulkner

GOSSAMER DREAM In another world, in another place In a different silken frame of mind Is your fragile word in a silent movie? Your fragile touch shivers in my soul You spin my heart Wrap it in a veil of tears In a gossamer dream On gossamer wings On gossamer fields Fall gossamer tears My gossamer love In gossamer skies Flying dreams, in dreams, in dreams In a silken woven shade of grey In a whispered world, in a silken kiss Shining in the air is your crystal flower So near so far, when I’m close you fade You spin my heart Wrap it in a veil of tears In a gossamer dream On gossamer wings On gossamer fields Fall gossamer tears My gossamer love In gossamer skies Flying dreams, in dreams, in dreams In another world, in another place In a different silken frame of mind In my head is your distant colour Delicate the flower, delicate the mind You spin my heart Wrap it in a veil of tears In a gossamer dream On gossamer wings On gossamer fields Fall gossamer tears My gossamer love In gossamer skies Flying dreams, in dreams, in dreams Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

SEPTEMBER RAIN It was a beautiful world, it was a beautiful Saturday The end of a beautiful time But time, time slips away Suddenly it’s a different place, suddenly it’s another day September rain, September skies Falling down on me On such a beautiful day September rain falling down on me, standing there In your September rain It was a beautiful night, it was a beautiful thing we had The end of a beautiful night But the night, brings another day Suddenly it’s a different time, suddenly it’s another world September rain, September skies Falling down on me For such a beautiful day September rain falling down on me, standing there In your September rain September rain, September skies Falling down on me For such a beautiful day September rain falling down on me, standing there In your September rain Falling down on me Your September rain Falling down on me Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

THE DUKE Sweat running down his face Head back, chewing on a square He wore his jeans way too tight And the ladies kind of stared That axe in his hand It was a Strat ’62 The bends were sublime When the Duke played the blues. He would riff it through the night Like a dog chewin’ a bone That old AC30 had a life of its own The drummer man was on it Mr bass man laid it down They were jammin’ with the Duke They were jammin’ with the man Chorus: Set him up Set him up, let him do his thing The goddamn Duke Is playing here tonight Set him up Set him up, hit the lights Let his guitar sing Here comes the Duke With his Strat ‘62 He would pull, he would push He would tap, he would slide To have a little break He would jazz a II V. In his old gravel voice He would tell it how it is If he hit a bum note He would grizzle, he would spit. When the Duke hit the stage The crowd they would yell In the palm of his hands He would give them hell. They knew every word Every riff, every move With his eyes shut real tight Every note he would chew Chorus In that old gravel voice He would cuss he would bite He’d bare his heart on his strings Through the night When he hit that last song With a wink he was gone No one ever knew his name They called him the Duke Chorus Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

THE GILLIE BOYS From Gilmerton we’re tough, we’re lippy Welcome to our prefab city At Newington’s posh houses we chant We’d take the bus, but we are banned 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO! We are the Gillie Boys This prefab city is our home We are the Gillie Boys No job, on the dole, Spraying walls, “YOUNG GILLIE RULES!” 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO! We are the Gillie Boys Young Niddrie chinned our mate last night The Cavendish will see some fight We’ll watch Jake Dourley’s Tandem play The Bonnyrigg is our domain 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO!... Words & Music © Faulkner 2018

DO THE CRAB C’mon everybody, get yourself in line, Working day is done, it’s Party Hearty time. Shimmy to the left, shimmy to the right, Get yourself in line, we’ll have some fun tonight. And we’ll do the Crab And we’ll do the Slide We’ll do a little Hokey Cokey Do the Hitch A Ride Do the Wobble to the left, we’ll do the Wobble to the right yeah, Do the Pterodactyl Fly Ohhh... talk to the hand Ohhh... play air guitar C’mon everybody, get yourself in line, Working day is done, it’s Party Hearty time. Shimmy to the left, shimmy to the right, Get on your boots and do the Animal Farm. And we’ll do the Sheep And we’ll do the Dog We’ll do a little Funky Chicken We’ll do the Cow Do the Give Your Neighbour a Great Big Hug, yeah Do the Pose, give a great big smile Ohhh... you do the scream Ohhh... you do another scream You do the Shop Do-da, Shop Do-da... C’mon everybody, get yourself in line, Working day is done, it’s Party Hearty time. Shimmy to the left, shimmy to the right, Get yourself in line, we’ll have some fun tonight. And we’ll do the Stomp And we’ll do the Clap We’ll do a little Hanky Panky Hey, you’ve got another call... Meanwhile, back at Animal Farm... There’s that dog again... Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

POPSTAR If I bowed in your presence, would you think that I was a friend? It’s kind of crowded down there isn’t it? Maybe it’s the drugs you take that make you what you are, You’re such a drag… You’re such a drag… You’re such a drag… When you grow up Are you gonna be a popstar? Pop…pop…popstar You talk in semaphore, I’d get more sense if I was standing on the other side of that asylum door. Maybe it’s the voices in your head That drive you on, Well you can’t stop talent You can’t stop talent – you can’t stop talent. When you grow up Are you gonna be a popstar? You can’t stop talent – you can’t stop talent. When you grow up Are you gonna be a popstar? Words & Music © Faulkner 2013

BEFORE THE EDGE I’m a slave, I’m a slave to rock and roll, Dance to the edge and I dance to the thunder. With my guitar in chains of steel, I take the heat I take the hunger. With my guitar in flames I feel, That I’m a slave to rock and roll, Yes I’m a slave to rock and roll. Before the edge I won’t fall, Before the edge I won’t dive, I’ll be a slave to rock and roll until I die. Before the edge, before the edge, I’m a slave to rock and roll. Here I stand, I won’t fall, I won’t slide, Before the edge. Here I stand, I won’t fall, I won’t slide, Before the edge. I’m a slave to rock and roll – rock and roll I’m a slave to rock and roll I’m a slave to rock and roll I feel no pain, I feel no desire, It’s easy come, it’s easy go. The egos want to be the drivers, On the edge I take the blows. I’m a slave to rock and roll, Yes I’m a slave to rock and roll. Before the edge I won’t fall, Before the edge I won’t dive, I’ll be a slave to rock and roll until I die. Before the edge, before the edge, I’m a slave to rock and roll. Here I stand, I won’t fall, I won’t slide, Before the edge. Here I stand, I won’t fall, I won’t slide, Before the edge. I’m a slave to rock and roll – rock and roll I’m a slave to rock and roll I’m a slave to rock and roll Words & Music © Faulkner 2015

IN THE SHADE I’m just an ordinary guy Who’s got an ordinary face And I catch an ordinary bus To some ordinary place. Oh dear, life goes on Isn’t this fun, isn’t this fun I’ll find my head before too long Ain’t it a drag, ain’t it a drag To be the king of none? No the sun never shines where I am standing I’m always in the shade You know I’m not all that demanding Just need a little love, is that too much to ask yeah, From an ordinary girl? We’ll have ordinary children, For this ordinary world. Oh dear, life goes on Isn’t it strange, isn’t it strange, How silence gets to be so loud And isn’t it crap, isn’t it crap When it all gets you down No the sun never shines where I am standing I’m always in the shade You know I’m not all that demanding Just need a little light, just a little light And hey, didn’t I say, didn’t I say That I would sail a thousand seas And didn’t I say, didn’t I say I love you more than life But the sun never shines where I am standing I’m always in the shade You know I’m not all that demanding Just need a little love, To break the shadow where I’m standing I’m still here in the shade You know I’m not all that demanding I just need a little love Love you Love when you touch, touch Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

RETRO JIVE Everybody do the retro, everybody do the retro jive When I was young I was a teenage dream But I’m better now If you know what I mean I can shake my booty I can shake it good Said yeah, yeah, and I’m a retro dude Retro, retro, retro, retro jive, Everybody do the retro, The retro, retro, retro, retro jive, Everybody do the retro, retro jive Everybody do the retro jive When I was young I was a teenage scream And all the screamers screamed if you know what I mean Now it’s retro city, now it’s retro cool Said yeah, yeah, Cool, cool, cool Retro, retro, retro, retro jive, Everybody do the retro, The retro, retro, retro, retro jive, Everybody do the retro, retro jive Everybody do the retro jive You’re all glammed up and loud, and retrofied When I was young I was a teenage dream But I’m better now If you know what I mean I can shake my booty And I can shake it good Now it’s retro city, And I’m a retro dude You’re all glammed up and loud, and retrofied Everybody do the retro, retrofied Everybody do the retro jive Retro, retro, retro, retro jive, Everybody do the retro, The retro, retro, retro, retro jive, Everybody do the retro, retro jive Everybody do the retro jive Words & Music © Faulkner 2024

STRANGE DAYS Strike 1 – Fist in your mouth Strike 2 – Totally wasted These are strange, strange These are strange days... These are strange days... These are strange days... Is it strange for you? – Is it strange for you? Strike 3 – Bound head to toe You're out – Totally wasted These are strange, strange These are strange days... These are strange days... These are strange days... Is it strange for you? – Is it strange for you? These are strange days... These are strange days... These are strange days... These are strange days... Wham Bam, you’ve got a new man Looking real cool in your pin stripe tutu Wasted, tasted, the chocolate man’s got a crush on you Strange days... These are strange days... These are strange days... Words & Music © Faulkner