A never before seen/heard Beasts of Bourbon gig recorded and
liberated By Chuck, Thanks Chuck and I shall hand it over.
A beasts live gig i recorded in 1989 at dooleys pub in the
valley when it was called the hacienda with a club called
morticia's upstairs
A shame it didnt turn out a better recording in parts...
but ive not seen another copy of this gig ever listed
so worth it to some i think.
Really should ask about for the real title of Track 11
cant find a title for it... hopefully a stripey fan will know it.
Track list
01- intro
02- Hard working driving man
03- Watch your step
04- Evil Ruby
05- These are the good ol days
06- Driver man
07- Today I started loving you again
08- Playground
09- Door to your soul
10- Psycho
11- Mumbles in the mud
12- Pig
13- This ol shit
14- Good times
15- Hard for you
16- Drop out
17- One night (with you)
18- Ten wheels for jesus
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Lets kick into the new year with everyones favorite Brisbane
boy, Tex Perkins.
Tex Perkins (born Gregory Steven Perkins on 28 December
1964 in Darwin, Australia) is an Australian singer-songwriter,
who is widely known for fronting the popular Australian
rock-band The Cruel Sea, but has also performed with the
Beasts of Bourbon, Thug, James Baker Experience,
The Butcher Shop, Salamander Jim, and Tex, Don and Charlie.
He has also released many solo records.
In 1997, a portrait of Tex Perkins by artist Bill Leak won
the Packing Room award at the Archibald Prize.
Read all about his jam packed career here
Tex is a bit of a legend here and for the overseas readers
who don't understand all this, have a read of the lyrics
of this song by Root.
I wish I was Tex Perkins - Root
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins,
He's a killer with the ladies
He's every sun kissed Aussie girls
Favourite kind o' shady
Lascivious, oblivious, in his gasoline stained dacks,
He waits to meet your daughter on the wrong side of the tracks
He's every high flying business womans idea of rough trade
Even brainy feminists queue up to be enslaved
He flings his tradesmans ladder up to your wifes balustrade
He goes on like that endless road, he just keeps on getting laid
He stands astride your bedhead with those slightly bandy legs
Two thousand girls call him in the night, no one ever calls him Greg
No meat and three veg suburbia for this man, if you please
He is Tex Perkins, he eats roots and leaves.
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
What is Tex short for?
You know, just by way of subtext
Did he work with Skasey at Qintex,
Or, in his case that'd be Quim-tex?
Is his cerebral cortex
So massive its a vortex?
Or is his heart so wounded,
Its all wrapped up in Gore-tex?
Hmm, I lost your interest
To get it back in context
His name is probably rhyming slang
For "Totally Unlimited Hot Sex"
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins, though I'm worried about his smoking
I can't see TP on an IV in some hospital bed choking
But that's how we're different he don't worry 'bout no future
He don't think about a cancerous football bladder bursting from a suture
He don't think about amputation, the surgeons circular saw
Sorry, I got a bit morbid there, I really should get out more
Lets get back to why
Tex is our kinda guy
Unlike me, he doesn't need
A persona in which to hide
He doesn't need my cowboy hat, my crappy re-invention,
He never had to say "Suppose a root's outta the question?"
With his magnetic crotch, he's quick to scotch mere trifles like these.
He is Tex Perkins, he eats roots and leaves.
I wish I was
He aint no Bertolt Brecht
I wish I was
But the ladies sure connect
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
I wish I was Tex Perkins
All this leads into a couple of Beasts of Bourbon posts,
