Refugee — Written to mark U.N. Refugee Week — happened about 3 years ago. Hands up those who missed it.
One Small Life — What's it all about, Eric? Life, I mean. I dunno, and even after writing this song I'm none the wiser.
Plastic Paddy — The best of Irish music is the best in the world. But the worst, is, well …
Welcome Home — A song for the Vietnam vets.
Flat Stony Broke Waltz — Also known as the bankruptcy quick step. A song for the times we are at present (temporarily, of course) experiencing.
Vanya — About the children of Chernobyl. Ask then, and their parents, if the nuclear threat has subsided.
Don't You Worry About That — The lamented, perhaps soon to be the late lamented Joh Bjelke-Petersen often came out with little gems of homespun philosophy. None gave me greater comfort than this profound little phrase.
Mirrors — 2000 street kids a year, give or take a few hundred, are murdered in the cities of Brazil, mostly by death squads hired by local business interests, and comprising mostly, so we are told, of off-duty policemen and security guards. If children mirror the society they live in, then I don't think I'll bother attending next year's carnival in Rio, where, incidentally, I've set this song.
The Song — Written during the great depression of 92. I've shaken it off now.
Short White Blues — I've always wanted to sing the blues, but was not given the necessary equipment by on indifferent fate. 48 years old and my voice still hasn't broken!
At Risk — A song about the physical and sexual abuse of children. Those of you leafing through the CD rack for a bit of party background music will by now have realised you've got hold of the wrong CD.
Never Again/Remember — I wrote "Never Again" after a trip to a World War II concentration camp called Sachsenbausen, situated just outside Berlin (or East Berlin as it was then). Chilling little place. It seems the political & social obscenity that created Sachsenhausen, and many other death camps, is on the rise again. Could it all happen again ? Of course it could. It already is.
Somewhere In America — A song for my wife, Carmel — Long overdue (the song that is, not Carmel!)
Wouldn't Be Dead For Quids — Written one bright, sparkling, freshly-minted morning. Then I had to go and read the morning paper
Wishing Is Free — And a bloody good job too! No 15% G.S.T. on wishing, (or anything else for that matter. Yippee!)