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Swan, Jack of Clubs

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About Me

YEAR OF THE RAT. BLAZING ARIES, IN THE CUSP OF DROWNED PISCES. COLONIAL. IRISH BLOOD, SCOTTISH BLOOD. GERMAN, NORTH ENGLISH VICTORIAN PIONEERS, WELSH, NORWEGIAN. BUT I'M A LONG-LOST AMERICAN, ME GREAT GRANDADDY SWAN CAME FROM AMERIKAY. PLAY ACCORDION AND TIN WHISTLE. CLEAN ALKIE. BORN IN PADDO, SYDNEY. LIVED IN THE COUNTRY AS A KID. THE OLD MAN IS A PIPER AND PLAYED TIN WHISTLE IN BANDS, THERE WAS ALWAYS MUSIC. WE HAD STAFFORDSHIRE BULL TERRIERS ALL AROUND US IN THOSE DAYS. HAVE LIVED IN BRUNSWICK, MELBOURNE, AND I SAW SOME TIMES DOWN THERE. I LEFT MY HEART IN PORTUGAL. SET LONDON ON FIRE. SAW THE GHOST OF LUKE KELLY IN DUBLIN. MELBOURNE GALVANIZED ME, DID A BIT OF COUCH-SURFING, STOLE AWAY, STOLE BACK AGAIN. BUT SYDNEY IS WHERE I BELONG, SWEET SHINING SALTY SYDNEY. HIDING OUT LIKE A WARRIOR MONK FOR A WHILE. AND NOW I AM A RUMJACK.

My Blog

Here's to Bukowski, Whalemeat Angel of Light, here's to the Turkey Express and all lost turkeys

DISCLAIMER:  We'd be here all day with this one.  But for the record, I drink a lot of coffee, I used to spill more booze than you drink, I once took the purple Hallmark oaths of marriage. Etcetera.  ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:57:00 GMT

THE LAST NOT-SO-GREAT No.1 COMB HIPPY

So I traversed myself upon the Great Western Trainline like a passive punter on a Ghost Train and I went into town and I came out of town.  And it was, it is, it will be a Ghost Train I ride, until I ...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 12:32:00 GMT

Mutiny In Heaven

'Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze In the howlin wind and drivin rain All the trash blowin round n round From slum heaven into town ...' -Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds   Some questions...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 13:19:00 GMT

Requiem for a Blood Relative

He lived in a shed, he was apparently tall and had been a horseman but he'd been broken himself to a point where he swivelled like a wrecked and creaking hinge, and my father said he was the kindest m...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 04:51:00 GMT

Phwoarrr ... Accordion Porno Hot Squeezin' Nude Action !!!

Friends, excuse my tattered evangelist's robes here, excuse my battered soap box, but I hear tell the next Great Depression is upon us and soon we'll be jumping rattlers (boxcars) and shooting our own...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 06:47:00 GMT

Last of the Roaring Days and Things That Fly

' I think of London, I think of Mudgee   I think I'll stay and fight   Oh and set them up, we will drink tonight   Henry ...' 'Roaring Days', Weddings, Parties, Anything.  (T...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 09:02:00 GMT

Poem for Remembrance Day

This is by Martin Bell.  It is one of my very favourite war poems, which is saying something.  This is not wallpaper stuff.  But I want to share it here on the eve of Remembrance Day. ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 01:23:00 GMT

Paddy Goes To Babylon

Righto, here's The Rumjacks song 'Paddy Goes To Babylon' for the stalwart hearties who asked what it was about.  Not much of a narrative, but anyway, here she is. And for those who know their sk...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 20:37:00 GMT

Fireside lecture from Swan to his grandchildren

( Elizabeth Swan and her wee brother Will Swan III sit by the roughly hewn fireplace in bright red and pastel blue Converse Allstars respectively.  They sip cocoa from mugs laced with cinnamon, c...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 07:56:00 GMT