Brass Ring from Trigger Notes by ron van der zwaag

I gathered up my severance pay
Got on the bus to Adelaide
I never drank the Koolaid anyway
Never signed up to the cause
I’d worked my way up through the ranks
Did my share of meadowbanks
Never felt compelled to join the gang
For soirees and events
And as the coach pulls through the streets
In the stillness of pre-dawn
All around me fast asleep
In my wakefulness alone
They’re finding opals up at Lightning Ridge
Good as any other place to live
I’ll head on up there maybe make it rich
Pay off all the debt
Troubled dreams, spectral shapes and sounds
Voices, faces swirling round
All the ones that I let down
Caught up in my trail
And as the coach pulls through the streets
In the stillness of pre-dawn
All around me fast asleep
In my wakefulness alone
Brass ring or is it my white whale or maybe holy grail?
Or just Fool’s Gold. I can’t let go…. (X3)
In the stillness of pre-dawn…. In my wakefulness alone…
…Brass ring or is it my white whale or maybe holy grail?
Or just Fool’s Gold. I can’t let go

• Alternative
• Folk
• folk pop
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Bathurst