Writing down the lyrics of the The Fiery Maze musical project, song by song, has been my plan for a long time. Now, however, I was lucky enough to be helped by Lance LaSalle, a fan of Tim and his work just as myself, in realizing this plan. A large part of the credit goes to him for correcting my sheets and transcribing a couple of songs that were missing. Here are the results of our common efforts for anyone who wishes to read and listen.
Light Years Away
Now that our time
Now that our love is light years away
I’m floating cold
I’m nothing but smoke, ash and memory
The toughest lesson is that time moves love on
During those lightning days
We burned for each other
In our love’s hopeless
Fiery maze, fiery maze
Light years away
Light years away, ash and memory
The toughest lesson is that time moves love on
We never learn it ‘til it’s distant and gone
During those lightning days
We burned for each other
In our love’s hopeless fiery maze
Our love’s impossible scorching haze
Our love’s hopeless fiery maze, fiery maze
Like Janis
Oh, let me learn to drink like Janis
So I can hold it down
So I can party all night long
Oh, let me learn to turn up the volume
Just like Janis
So I can blast them all away
I’m always sick or sober
I’m just a boring little dyke
Where are you, Janis?
You don’t have to look for a drink in heaven
Come down, come down
Live through me
Well, if I could learn to drink like Janis
Then I could hold it down
Then I could party my short life long
Oh, if I could learn to turn up the volume
Just like Janis
Then I could blast them all away
Blast them all away
No longer sick or sober
No longer a boring little dyke
Where are you, Janis?
You don’t have to look for a drink in heaven
Come down, come down
And drink for me, and drink for me
We’re gonna blast them all away!
We’re gonna blast them all away!
We’re gonna blast them all away!
Ballarat
Don’t say
Don’t say
We’re up all night
Refuse to waste
We’re two exhausted fires
We’re hiss and fizz
We’re bubbling tar
I can’t believe
How hot you are
Will Ballarat ever be the same?
Will our first time
Be its claim to fame?
Will Ballarat be the same
Will our first time
Be its claim to fame?
We’re hiss and fizz
We’re bubbling tar
Oh, babe, I can’t believe
How succulent you are
We’re hiss and fizz
We’re bubbling tar
I can’t believe
How succulent you are
Will Ballarat ever be the same
Will our first time
Be its claim to fame?
Oh, Ballarat
This World
Tonight the moon shines through my window
Tonight the moon is stroking through my hair
She’s telling me to go out wandering
She’s telling me to go take a risk
But tonight I’m holding on to this world
Holding on to this world
No, I won’t play hit and miss
Moon, go, tease another girl
Tonight I’m holding on to this world
I’m holding on to this world
Moon, go, tease another girl
Tonight the moon shines through my window
Tonight the moon is, the moon is stroking through my hair
She’s telling me to go out wandering
She’s telling me to go, take a risk
But tonight I’m holding,
Yeah, I’m holding on to this world
Tonight I won’t play hit and miss
Moon, go and tease another girl
Tonight I’m holding on, holding on,
Holding on to this world
Gutsy Girl
I’m not afraid of dying
I like it when you drive too fast
I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid
And I’m not afraid of lying
I throw dares into the water
And watch the sharks cruising past
Are you afraid of loving?
Are you afraid of pain?
Let’s make a lover’s pledge
Are you afraid of blood?
Try it, gutsy girl!
Don’t forget, you gutsy girl!
Try it, gutsy girl!
I’m not afraid of flying
On a full moon I take off
I take off, I take off
From this window ledge
Are you afraid of loving?
Are you afraid of pain?
Let’s make a lover’s pledge
Are you afraid of blood?
Try it, gutsy girl!
Don’t forget, you gutsy girl!
Try it, gutsy girl!
‘Cause she’s not afraid
Bloody whirl
New Friends
My new friends ring all the time
My new friends invite me out
My old friends lost my trust
I left them tastin’ the dust
My new friends are not ordinary
New friends go snap! crackle! pop!
New friends, new friends are wild!
My new friends wear nipple rings
My new friends are hot
And I’ll never be bored again
My social life is on fire
My new friends are not ordinary
New friends go snap! crackle! pop!
New friends, new friends are wild!
I left my old friends
They only let me down
I got new friends
I’ll never be lonely
(I’ll never be lonely)
My new friends are not ordinary
New friends go snap! crackle! pop!
New friends, new friends are wild!
Nananananana…
My Magic Friend
You’re my magic friend
You make my pain disappear
After talking with you
A deep water looks inviting
The murk becomes clear
You’re my magic friend
You make the world appear
In a grain of sand
Your wand is inner peace
You wave it over my fear
Where would I be without you?
What tunnel of loneliness would I be stumbling through?
Where would I be without you?
You’re my magic friend
You’re my quiet seer
You make me shut up and listen
Or remember the shush of the surf
The smell of our secrecy
Where would I be without you?
What tunnel of loneliness would I be stumbling through?
Where would I be without you?
You’re my magic friend
You make my pain disappear
You’re my magic friend
In my bewildering life
There’s no one more clear
Where would I be without you?
What tunnel of loneliness would I be stumbling through?
Where would I be without you?
What tunnel of loneliness would I be stumbling through?
(Where would I be without you?)
All Night Long
I talk to my own slow burden
I talk to the 4 AM angels
To whom I turn, turn, turn
I talk to the last watch of the night
I talk to the early birds
Bringing, singing in the light
I talk all night long
I talk, oh, I talk, I talk all night
I talk all night long
I talk to the late night movie
I talk to my bad haircut in the dark
It’s so groovy
I talk, oh, I talk, I talk all night
I talk all night long
I talk to the water rising over my head
If only, only, only I could talk to the
Sweet stranger sleeping in my bed
And we will talk all night long
I talk, oh, I talk, I talk all night
I talk all night long
Bringing, singing in the light
We talk all night long
We talk, we talk, we talk all night
We talk all night long
Feeding The Gods
You laugh at me
You say my taste’s in my arse
You say I live in the past
Walking past Luna Park
The Big Dipper rattles over our heads now
I like that old sound
I like dirty scratched records, too
Incense for Jimi!
Whiskey for Janis!
Black Candles for Jim!
Watch me!
I’m feeding the gods
I’m feeding the gods
You laugh at me
You say my taste’s in my arse
You say I live in the past
We walk past the cakes on Acland Street
And a curry singing karaoke country blues, well
"She’s old enough to be your mother," you say
Well, I like her spunk, I like her truth
Incense for Jimi!
Whiskey for Janis!
Black Candles for Jim!
Watch me!
I’m feeding the gods
I’m feeding the gods
You laugh at me
You say my taste’s in my arse
You say I live in the past
The sun’s out just for me
And my ice-cream melts over your cigarettes
Incense for Jimi!
Whiskey for Janis!
And Black Candles for Jim!
Oh, they’re lighting me up
They’re lighting me up
Oh, not legends, not ghosts, oh babe,
you could do with some of that dead,
dead hippie **** sound, and then you might join me,
where I live in the past, with my taste in my arse…
Whiskey for Janis!
And Black Candles for Jim!
Watch me!
I’m feeding the gods
I’m feeding the gods
I’m feeding the gods
You could do with some of that dead hippie **** sound,
and then you might join me…
Taste in my arse…
They’re not legends, they’re not ghosts…
Your dead hippie **** sound…
And then you may join me…
This Moment
There’ll always be this moment
There’ll always be this waltz
There’ll always be this moment
Tonight your face hide in my hands
Tonight your eyes don’t have other plans
There’ll always be this moment
There’ll always be this moment
There’ll always be this waltz
Tonight your skin burns through my heart
Tonight we take each other right apart
There’ll always be this moment
This isn’t dancing
Hold me tight
Tonight I’m not dreaming
And I can’t let you out of my sight
There’ll always be this moment
There’ll always be this waltz
There’ll always be this moment
Tonight your face hide in my hands
Tonight your eyes don’t have other plans
There’ll always be this moment
This moment…
This moment…
Bride Doll
Would you like to take me out?
Would you like to put me away?
Lock me up in a cupboard with your other toys?
Now your bride doll’s talking back
Now your bride doll’s talking tough
Now your bride doll’s walking out on broken legs
Would you like to dust me off?
Would you like to choose all my pretty clothes?
Cover me with kisses just to show
I’m all yours
Now your bride doll’s talking back
Now your bride doll’s talking tough
Now your bride doll’s walking out on broken legs
Hell, yeah
And all this attention
It must be love
But you are only dressing me up
Bride doll!
Bride doll!
Until the cupboard got dark and dreadful
Until you never came back for me
Now your bride doll’s around to kick with broken legs
Hey, bride doll!
Bride doll!
You are only dressing me up
You are only dressing me up
Off The Planet
When I can’t dream in the past
When I can’t hope for the future
When I can’t face the biff and bash of now
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
When my purse is empty
And when my blood goes underground
When clammy day after day
Dribbles on my neck
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
I go off the planet
To my own lovely world
Where the only colour is blue
Oh, blue, my sweet blue
Who knows what you can do
Blue, my blue, my sweet blue
When I can’t dream in the past
When I can’t hope for the future
And when I’m stuck in the red of now
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
I go off the planet
To my own lovely world
Where the only colour is blue
Oh, blue, my sweet blue
Who knows what you can do
Oh, blue, oh, blue, my sweet blue
Floating like an ocean in the air
Foaming like surf through my hair
I build my own palace
Where I can live without you
I go off the planet
Where I can breathe blue
Where my heart
Is a playing fountain of blue
Making You Happy
Gonna stop tryin’ to make you happy
It’s just makin’ me sad
Gonna stop tryin’ to make your happy
It’s just making me sad
It don’t make a bit of difference what I do
Make a New Year’s resolution or two
Give up smoking
Jumping through hoops for you, babe
Gonna stop tryin’ to make you happy
It’s just makin’ me sad
It don’t make a bit of difference, adorin’ you
I’ll make new year’s resolution or two
Give up grovelling
Being a soft touch for you, baby
Making you happy
You said you loved me
If I answered all your needs
But you couldn’t say what they were
You had me on my knees
I’m gonna stop tryin’
It don’t make a bit of difference…
It’s your turn to try and make me happy
It’s your turn to go down on you knees
It’s your turn to be sad
I’m gonna stop trying
And jumping through hoops for you, babe
Making you happy
Black Water
Today I’m gonna swim
In black water
Today I’m gonna leap
Onto black air
And my devils, they know where to find me
But today I just don’t care
Because today I’m gonna swim
In black water
Well, black water tastes sweeter
Than stale happiness
And the black air can hold you tighter
Than love’s false arms
I want nothing, nothing to release me
Not a friend’s kind company
Because today I’m gonna swim
In black water
And my devil, he knows where to find me
But today I just don’t care
Today I’m gonna swim
In black water
Like An Etruscan
It’s time to stop living like an Etruscan
It’s time to stop living underground
Well there’s a laughing space openin’ up
But there’s a laughing space openin’ up
But there’s a laughing space openin’ up
In my head, in my head, in my head, in my head
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
Well I can’t pose on this moping tomb forever
Oh, baby, you pulled me body and soul together
And there’s a laughing space openin’ up
But there’s a laughing space openin’ up
But there’s a laughing space openin’ up
In my head, in my head, in my head, in my head
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
It’s time to stop worshipping the dead
And living like an Etruscan
And living like an Etruscan
And living like an Etruscan
January
January has two faces
January has two doors
I take two paces right
Take two paces left
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
January has two faces
January has two doors
January makes me giddy
Should I walk towards loving or uproar?
I take two paces right
Take two paces left
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
Oh, forget the old year
Forget the past
Forget my lazy quips
And my heart nailed to the mast
January has two faces
January has two doors
I take two paces right
Take two paces left
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?
What will the new year bring?