Eric Bogle   •   Scraps of Paper (AUS)

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  • Scraps of Paper
    • 1982 - Larrikin LRF104 LP (AUS)
  • Side One
    1. Scraps Of Paper
    2. Goodbye Lucky Country
    3. A Reason For It All
    4. The Ballad Of Henry Holloway
    5. My Youngest Son Came Home Today
  • Side Two
    1. If Wishes Were Fishes
    2. The Great Aussie Take-Away
    3. Old Friends
    4. Love Song Of A Simple Man
    5. Just Not Coping
    6. Goodbye Gemini
    7. He's Nobody's Moggy Now

  • Musicians
    • Eric Bogle: Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
    • John Munro: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Mandolin, Autoharp and Dulcimer
    • Brent Miller: Vocals and Bass Guitar
  • Additional Musicians
    • Phil Cunneen: Keyboards and String Arrangements
    • Dean Biebeck: Drums
    • Trev Warner: Fiddle
    • Dennis Siddall: Pedal Steel Guitar
    • Dean Bland: Harmonica
  • Credits
    • Produced by Eric Bogle, John Munro and Peter Brook
    • All songs, words and music by Eric Bogle and arranged by John Munro
    • Published by Larrikin Music except*, published by Plant Life Music
    • Engineered and mixed by Peter Brook at Street Remley Studios, Adelaide
    • Mastered: Dan Bartley, EMI Studio 301 (Larrikin - Australian release)
    • Artwork and Design: Serious Business
    • Photograph: Guy Lamothe
    • First issued by Larrikin Records 1982 and released under license

  • Track Notes
    • There 3 versions of Scraps of Paper: Australia, UK & USA — all with different track lists.
      • Tracks: 7, 9, 11 only appear on the Australian release.
      • Tracks: 2, 5, 8 do not appear on the USA release.

Sleeve Notes

These days my life seems somehow like a tired old cliche
A bad movie scene that just goes on and on
With dialogue like "It's so sad how fast time slips away"
Or "You never really miss them till they're gone"
Funny how these old cliches come true
Never thought I'd miss him but I do.

My father died in Summer, and all he left behind
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
I read them, and felt something inside me break
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
Surely there must be something better
Surely there must be something better.

He and I were always strangers searchin' for someone
I was lookin' for a hero, and he a friend
So while I searched for my father he was lookin' for his son
And strangers we remained until the end
But the man who wrote his heart into those rhymes
I know he could have been a good friend of mine.

So I sit here where he lived and died, as the ghosts around me weave
As evening shadows lengthen on the wall
And in this bare and empty room it's easy to believe
That he never lived at all
But the little scraps of paper in my hand
Prove he lived to me; the father and the man.