LIGHTHOUSE words & music by Luke Vassella Long may the Bangalow Road always take us back To that summer of '95 When the North Coast was new to me Lookin out from the top of the Coolamon scenic drive Between a million stars, the cloudcatcher and the sea The moon lit up a liquid path, and the light swept over me I'm still dreaming, under the lighthouse Oh Byron Bay, I'm still trying to figure you out So let the North Coast party never end Let the Byron girls stay forever young Half a lifetime under the mystic light I'm still believing the best is yet to come O lover of my soul I heard your song, I know you're there From Wategoes to the Rosebank hills I been singing to you everywhere Ooh I'm still dreaming, under the lighthouse Another drifter in Byron Bay I'm still trying to figure it out Just another grain of sand, has washed up on your beach Just another outstretched hand for a dream almost in reach I remember that music, that girl, bouncing to the beat in a beautiful world I remember that freedom, that girl, swirling with the rhythm as the fire twirled Ooh I'm still dreaming, under the lighthouse Oh Byron Bay I'm still trying to figure you out Just another grain of sand, has washed up on that beach Just another outstretched hand for a dream almost in reach What's not to love about those curves along the Bangalow Road What's not to love under the lighthouse

ROCKY CREEK DAM words & music by Luke Vassella I'm gonna lay me down, where the green grass grows Where the pretty birds sound, where the sweet water flows Out at Rocky Creek dam, there's so many memories shine I'll be takin it easy, one day at a time I been livin this life the best that I can I was made for the shade out at Rocky Creek dam I'm gonna lay me down where the Nightcap sways Where the kids run around on the sunshiny days Out at Rocky Creek dam, I'm flat out like a lizard thinkin' While the frisbees are flying, the barbecue lights are blinkin' I been livin this life the best that I can I was made for the shade out at Rocky Creek dam Out at Rocky Creek dam, it's a beautiful place Rain, hail or shine I got a smile on my face I'm just trying to do the very best a man can Havin' fun with the fam out at Rocky Creek dam I'm gonna lay me down where the phone's out of range Where that goanna comes around and he looks at me strange Out at Rocky Creek dam, I kick off my shoes I lose my car keys, I'm gonna lose these blues I been livin this life the best a man can I got it made in the shade out at Rocky Creek dam Livin this life the best a man can

ONE VANCOUVER NIGHT words & music by Luke Vassella There are moments in time I wish I could re-live forever Like the one Vancouver night I swear I'll always remember Still spinning from the flight, my day had fallen off the calendar I took one look at the state of the United States, then I turned left into Canada One Vancouver night, harbour lights in the city shined so bright Starlight danced and flickered in the lover's eyes Looking over the water for a while, it was a beautiful sight One Vancouver night There are moments in time, I wish they'd never disappear Like that crisp Canada feeling, as we strolled along the pier Warmed by the happy radiance of my friends who just couldn't wait to get married Le joie de vivre, la bella gioia They were floating and we were carried One Vancouver night, the city shined so bright Starlight danced and flickered in the lover's eyes Looking over the water for a while, it was a beautiful sight Once upon a time One Vancouver night, there could be no forgetting I took the sweetest ride to the other side to celebrate Colin & Nadia's wedding What a spell to be under, looking round like a child with the tired, wide eyed wonder It was a beautiful sight, it was one Vancouver night There are moments in time when your heart is filled to overflow Wrap those memories around you my friend, don't ever let em go Like the one Vancouver night

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

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

A WAY(where there is no way) words & music by Luke Vassella How can I say I believe you, how can I claim to receive you In a country where the truth is so easily bent How can I claim that I have found you, how can I have built my life around you In a country invested in no treaty, nor covenant But all people are like the grass, their glories wither and quickly pass But your word stands forever, your promise will remain So I sing to you, let a voice be true in the chaos and decay I surrender to you, trust you're making things new Cos you make a way where there is no way How can I say I've seen you, how can I claim to have been with you When generations of my countrymen live in despair How can I claim to live the story of a resurrected glory In a world hell bent on destruction and death everywhere These equations don't add up, I'm done, I'm out, I've had enough I see no hope, I see no vision, I see no way Still I sing to you, let a voice be true, in the confusion and decay I surrender to you, trust you're making things new Cos you make a way where there is no way You make a way where there is no way O keeper of our tears Keeper of our years I sing to you in the dysfunction and decay I surrender to you, trust you're making things new You make a way where there is no way Cos you make a way where there is no way Cos you make a way where there is no way Let these dry bones dance Let these dry bones sing

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 wreck 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

AUGUSTINES words & music by Luke Vassella Let me tell you a story, let me sing you a song About making the most of a world gone wrong About living with the lemons in the lemonade About keeping it cool when you're drinking the kool-aid See one day I happened to be walking around I was lost and lonesome in Lismore town When by chance I glanced up from my feet There was a brand new place on Woodlark Street Augustines was the sign I read I opened the door and I poked through my head I saw an empty chair right about my size In the half lit room I adjusted my eyes Clare was there, she looked so fine Surrounded by the beautiful bottles of wine Oh my friend I tell you I don't suit all the scenes But I could see myself suiting Augustines Oowee, will I ever find the sweet serenity of a satisfied mind If I ever forgot what a good time means, I could try to remember down at Augustines You could say I was getting a little ground down by life You could say it's worn a little thin with my beautiful wife You could say I was just a little wasted on the vine A fading flash in the pan of space and time Like an old guitar strung out and stressed My heart's been broke beating out of my chest They could close the curtains and turn down the lights And pour me something strong for a long dark night Give it to me straight, neat and fine Ease my heart and relax my mind Cos if I ever forgot what a lifetime means I'd have a good think about it down at Augustines Oowee, will I ever find the sweet serenity of a satisfied mind Cos right now I couldn't give a bag of beans for all the problems in this world I'm at Augustines What's the use in a theme park, or a mickey-mouse church When you're caught in the cold, when you're left in the lurch When you're wondering what the hell it all means When you're staring at the walls at Augustines Maybe I could play, maybe I could sing Maybe I could make my guitar ring In that cosy corner by the piano In my best dinner jacket darlin', I'd be good to go There's so many reasons to savour the time To savour the flavour of a good red wine And it looks like this joint's got the good grapes All kinds of colours, and flavours, sizes and shapes Well it's no secret, Jesus turned the water to wine He helped the people rejoice, he let em have a good time The first written revelation of his power And quite possibly the world's first true happy hour It was the gift of a father to a son To share a spirit of joy with everyone But if these wineskins should ever burst at the seams I could wait for the new wine here at Augustines You know, I walked past the place that was Mark's cafe I remember sipping 'just grounds' back in the day And talkin with a friend and a neighbour or two Back when life was long and the sky was blue I walked on past 'Sombrero's', it only made me sad Cos they made the best damn margarita I ever had The tables are still set, but the room makes no sound The front door's locked, there's noone around Still I walked on past Dave & Benny's Tatts Hotel I remember that smooth Irish whiskey well In the backroom there was always something going on Now the lights are off, and those days are gone And over the way I see the old arcade That's where I drank the coffee sweet Alisha made That girl had a lovely smile and a friendly call Maybe I never went there for the coffee at all Still I kept on walking across Keen St I see the Gollan Hotel's gotten back on it's feet There were nights there with the band we just kept breaking strings Showing off to a room full of pretty young things But I kept on walking, I just kept on walking Until I came to Gilhooley's, I got kicked outta there One time I was playing too much Leonard Cohen everywhere At the time it was the best thing I thought I could do You could say I got a little depressed there, for a day or two Man, I was so lonesome I thought I could die But hey, that's no way to say goodbye It ain't easy when the people want circus tricks It ain't easy when they wouldn't know mud from bricks Boys, you keep a wheel turning in your music machines You raise a toast to the memory at Augustines Oowee, will I ever find the sweet serenity of a satisfied mind If I ever forgot what a good time means, somebody'd help me remember… There's too much talking I can hardly think My mind's still walking, I've forgotten to blink My friend says why worry, you don't need to fret Don't be caught in the headlights on a road of regret Cos there's a whole lotta ways you can fill in the blanks And how many reasons do you really need to give thanks My friend you can't change what's beyond your control And all the money in this world it won't buy your soul And all the worry in the world, it won't buy you an hour You'll be as cold in the grave as the ivory tower In this meaningless life you can't right every wrong Take a look around, good people perish while the wicked live long So don't be over-righteous, don't be given to crime Brother why destroy yourself before your time Don't you know this burden's been laid on the whole human race Don't you know all things are beautiful in their time and their place Don't you know eternity has been set in the human heart Even dear old Arthur Stace couldn't understand, writing in that chalk from the end to the start But when insecurity reigns in the anthropocene, I said to my friend I think I could be locked in tight here at Augustines Now I'm trying to recall some of the moments I had Thinking what I learned from my dear old Dad He always seemed to face the future with hope and good cheer But I do miss his smile talkin over a beer I do miss the company that I once knew But life has moved on, what can I do Even Moses only looked upon the promised land And brother Simeon, he only held the saviour for a moment in his hand You've just got to finish the race you run Hold fast to the promise and don't come undone I read something I liked that Rumi had to say Something about a mystic tavern, a soul cafe Any moment these wineskins could burst at the seams What am I doing in the doorway at Augustines Am I losing my mind looking for a place that I'll never find Through the twists, the turns, the rifts and ravines, to hell with it all down at Augustines Oowee, will I ever find the sweet serenity of a satisfied mind If I ever forgot what a good time means I could try to remember down at Augustines Maybe I been flying by the seat of my jeans, tied up in knots down at Augustines And when Jesus comes knocking, he knows where I've been He knows I'm waiting, trembling here in the doorway, staring at that empty chair… I think I need a moment to put down the pain and the loss To hang up the halo, and climb down off the cross