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Glory Light
05:32
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Glory Light - Words & Music by Luke Vassella Copyright 2018
"Hey Lukey V, I got a spare ticket to the Dylan show"
Said my friend Davey, how could I say no?
We crossed the border into Brisbane rain
Two Mexicans eating sushi from a Southbank train
We made it to the show
Septuagenarian Bob gave it a red hot go
He played the new stuff, he played the old
He gave a glimpse of the diamonds, a glint of the gold
But near the end he played something very special
Like I hoped he'd do
The song was 'Long and Wasted Years'
And they brought the stage-light fader up, right on cue
It was like somebody turned on a glory light
Turned on a glory light
Showed us something special
Made us feel like something happened that night
Well, years ago I took my darling
To see him at Ballina, Seagulls Park
Now that was the very best show I ever saw
We were front and centre, cuddled up in the dark
And Bob looked straight down at us
With a half smile that I understood
As if to give his blessing, as if to say
"Son, you've done real good"
As if to turn on a glory light
Turn on a glory light
Show us something special
Make us feel like something happened that night
Like the spirit moved, and made rough places smooth
But there's times I've seen Bob when I should've stayed at home
Watching paint dry or watching the tele
Like that time at Bluesfest, man he had nothin on
Our very own Paul Kelly
I guess I've done all the dumb things,
I know I've been careless,
And deeper water is calling me on, but still...
I'm going to see him again, just one more time
I've got a spare ticket from another friend
Slip and me don't know what we're gonna find
But I sure hope Bob brings it to that Newcastle fishbowl
I sure hope he slings it like an arrow
Into our heart and into our soul
Come on Bob, turn on a glory light
Turn on a glory light
Show us something special, make us feel like something happened tonight
Turn on the glory light, turn on the glory light
Show us something special make us feel like something happened tonight
Like the spirit moved
Like all the long and wasted years don't matter
Like it's all alright
Come on Bob turn on the glory light
Like it's all gonna be alright
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Mission Beach
07:06
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Mission Beach - Words and Music Copyright 2016 Luke Vassella
So here we are
Swayin with the breeze
And the coconut palm trees
On Mission Beach
I'm gonna borrow my sister's caravan
I'm goin chasin the Queensland sun
Five long years I thought I tried to save my countrymen
From oblivion
It's too much for me, my friend
I can't keep carryin this around
Let's packup the family, let's head north
I'll cry out, "Lord, help me lay this burden down."
I'm alive in the lap of luxury
I'm bathed in light on Mission Beach
My mission is so sweet
I felt the joy of the redeemed
We stopped for a picnic at the port of Gladstone
I saw the flare from the LNG
And a vision of the spirit on the water
Recreatin the landscape in front of me
Well Cynthia says, "maybe there's hope for the un-creators"
But the future looks frightening
Though our tears fall like rain
We're gonna learn how to harvest the lightning
I'm bathed in light, people are freefallin in the sky
But I'm still alive on Mission Beach
My mission is so sweet
I felt the joy of the redeemed
I'm gonna spend the day in my own way
Listenin to Ray LaMontagne
Got the moonlight shinin, waves subsidin
Sippin on the sugar champagne
Wow, you look so good Queensland
And you've sure been good to me
But you're still a lot like New South Wales
You just got more sun in your hair, and more sand in your bikini
Ooh, oh Mission Beach, Mission Beach
And from the top of Dunk Island
I felt like I could see forever
Or maybe 7, or 8, or 9 thousand years
Since the last big change in this coastline and the weather
See, up there I read an old story
They say this place used to be grey kangaroo country
Now its all covered in water
Translucent green as far as the eye can see
Oh Mission Beach
My mission is so sweet
Ooh I felt the joy of the redeemed
That cassowary runs through the forest
He keeps his kids where it's cool and shady
Me, I'm runnin down the Bruce Highway
I got a Jayco caravan, three kids and my lady
I got no advantage over the animal
We share the same fate
I pray these kids cope with the changes
I pray this country repents before its all too late
Oh Mission Beach
My mission is so sweet
I felt the joy of the redeemed
I felt the joy, the joy, of the redeemed
So here we are
Swayin with the breeze and the coconut palm trees
Here we are
On Mission Beach
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Pandora's Box
04:27
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Pandora’s Box - Words & Music by Luke Vassella Copyright 2019
Never fear my boys we’ll all go to hell together...
These are some of the words of a ship wrecked sailor,
The HMS Pandora’s gaoler
To the men in chains in the box on the deck,
As the Coral Sea crashed over the wrec.
It was the year of 1791
The Bounty mutineers had had a good run
Until they were bound to Pandora’s box
And a Master at Arms who wouldn’t open up the locks
He said "Never fear my boys
We’ll all go to hell together!"
Never fear my lads
We’ll all reach the bottom together
Shed no tear my boys
We’ll all go swimmin’ together,
So bid your last farewell
To the fife and the drum
And the rum and the women forever…
(Oh there she goes…)
Upon a flooding tide the men came to grief
Pandora’s hull smashed into the reef,
She creaked and groaned as the sea filled the boat,
All night, all hands tried to keep the thing afloat...
Through the perilous hours they fought the tide
But the hole in the hull was way too wide,
With the morning came the reality grim
The ship was going under it was sink or swim….
Never fear my boys
We’ll all go to hell together,
Never fear my lads
We’ll all reach the bottom together,
Shed no tear my boys
We’ll all go swimming together,
So bid your last farewell
To the fife and the drum
And the rum and the women forever…
Oh there she goes *6
So the pirates were trapped in Pandora’s box
With chains on their hands and their feet like rocks,
Til a moment of mercy and chance held sway,
Mr Moulter freed the bolt and threw the prison door away
Oh there she goes.... Oh…
Onto a sandy cay the survivors rallied,
35 missing names were tallied,
The stunned prisoners looked around
But the Master at Arms wasn’t nowhere to be found…
Though he left them there in the box so black
It was the gaoler jumped ship with the devil on his back
If it’s sorrow that you’ve seen, or horror that you heard,
Remember, sweet mercy may yet have the final word...
Never fear my boys
We’ll all go to hell together,
Never fear my lads
We’ll all reach the bottom together,
Shed no tear my boys
We’ll all go swimming together,
So bid your last farewell
To the fife and the drum
And the rum and the women forever…
Oh there she goes *6
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Luke Vassella Lismore, Australia
Luke is well known on the NSW North Coast and beyond as an inspirational performer.
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