Addiction comes in many forms and Fortuna deals with one of the major one!
Fortuna 
You have my Love
My devotion
I can promise both the sky and the ocean
The motors running and the wheels are in motion 
It’s an itch that needs a soothing sort of lotion 

The second chance 
A third maybe 
The keys the lease and the bank account baby 
I leave it all with the the croupier lady
Clubs, diamonds over hearts or spades maybe 

Fevers gone but I’m still burning 
Count off the minutes as I feel my luck is turning
The sky is red and sea it is churning 
Thought I’d quit  but now I’m just returning 

See how quickly numbers fall 
In technicolor with spinning balls
Over ice and make it a tall
The golden calf is the sirens call 

I’m chasing snakes up and down the ladder 
The pole is greasy the house is getting fatter
The lights are bright my thoughts are now scattered 
Night or day time it doesn’t matter

Meet my new friend name of China White
Down from Hainan and underneath the lights 
Her face betrays a life of pain and strife
She needs a reset a different sort of lie

Dressed in red and gold 
silver chain with dragon
She whispers in my ear 
Luck it has no pattern
The perfume’s sweet
Against the skin and satin
Just another chance 
Placate the gods of mammon

Watch the pretty numbers fall
In fields of baize the dealers call
Straight up and make it tall 
Fortuna bless all the coloured balls

In a moment fate will call
Through dice and numbers, spinning balls 
Over ice and make it tall 
Fortuna bless me count the score

Fortuna

Regrets, we've all had a few. Even those involved in life's more nefarious activities!

I watch the sun slowly sinking
This time of day it gets me thinking 
Among the faces that I remember 
For different reasons, time dismembers

Was it one or two we buried 
Beneath the freeway that now carries 
The weary workers with all their worries 
It’s not for me now to say I’m sorry 

Time pushes (just moved) on
What’s done is done

Riverina a few years later
Cheap wine country but something greater
Would hit the streets and make us money 
Change some lives in a hurry  

Paid protection and it was seeded 
Brown paper bags was all we needed
A little business to wash the money 
It was so easy it wasn’t funny

Time moves along
What’s done is done 

Getting by in this costal  town
Just a few doors down from
A deal in exchange for a favour
Known by a different name 
I still feel the same 
It’s all just part of the game 
I hear some rumours now and then 
About where and when 
Her and them
But never feel put upon 
The antenna’s on 
To just stay under the  radar 

The years are rolling right past my window 
Did I do wrong but maybe who knows?  
To get some peace and some reflection 
I don’t need change or direction 

The past it sits upon my shoulders 
Sometimes silent sometimes bolder 
But in the end I did what I did 
Never ratted or lifted a lid

Life just rolls on
What’s done is done

Cassowary Coast

Time moves on but some times/places seem frozen until they're not.

Incense holders and paper cars
Smoke that rises from a coloured jar
Send to spirits far beyond the stars
Reflecting light from the golden bars

Amid the refugees from everywhere
Who fill the bars and the statued squares 
Climbing ladders with a devil may care
In need of service and of quick repairs

Of all the things that were left undone 
A T10 warnings when the day was done  
The high humidity and blood red sun 
Amid the whispers for those put upon

The lives enjoined out on different plains 
Look too closely you could see the strain 
The midnight riders always entertained 
Invested with both joy and pain 

Where men of empire once were feted
Amongst the tea where the opium traded
All the treaties have been since updated
Stored with pictures that have long since faded

Everything is now left behind 
A postcard from another time
Flags of colony a different bind
Tears and rain as the church bells chimed   

The Royal Rifles came in ‘41
To a Xmas and a rising sun 
The border posts quickly over run
Empire day had been put upon

Now the march is to a different beat 
Flags have changed out on the streets
Withdrawal is now a quick retreat
All that’s left is endless summer heat

All we knew has been blown away
Clouds of dust into another day
The tide of time has now had its way 
Crusoe and the  castaway

Everything is now left behind 
Postcards from a different time
The tide and time has now gone away 
Crusoe and the castaway

CHIN CHIN

A couple getting by and making do whatever that involves;

Never had a plan
Or drew lines in the sand 
When money slowed
Tanks are dry again
Will it ever end
And when who knows?

I ditched my truck it needed care
Rented rooms I thought were spare 
I worked at night did some deals 
Borrowed short and skipped on meals

Back in town again 
Jainee loves to spend 
From go to whoa
All the wiser heads
Both alive and dead
They surely know 

That she reads palms 
Sells some weed
A little more for weekly needs
The local cop don’t really care 
His time is short a year he’s there

She flies away into her dreams
Heaven knows  just what it means 
Her childhood doll sits on the chair 
Lends the room a gothic air 
The day is long as night is cold 
She seeks both freedom and control  
To dance away and leave it all 
Behind the trouble that she knows  

She wants out again. 
Bags are packed to send 
I never know 
Like the times before 
The cash behind the drawer
Is getting low

I’ll cook some food 
Open wine 
Tell some tales of better times 
I feel the rain is coming soon 
I hold her close and sing some tunes

One more year we’ll get it done 
Paint the house, time in the sun 
Fix the shed plant some seed
A simple life like that’s all I need

JAINEE

Carnival  on the edge of town 
Painted faces tents and clowns
Come tomorrow that’s where I’ll be found 
 
Reality its out of bounds 
Vacant kids they hang around
The rides the sideshow  and merry go round

Not a place to stay too long 
Load the trucks and move along
By Monday morning we’ll all be gone 

One day it’s the Ferris Wheel
Popcorn and the three card deal
The Ticket man on the edge of the field

I take the kids on the monster mash 
Haunted house then  a dodgem crash 
Next  town will be a midnight dash 
Snake oil and we sell  in cash 
Coloured lights a revolving floor
Painted sky  I can’t find the door 

Magic potions a cure for all
Pick a number on the spinning balls

Another year will send me on 
Far up north that’s where I’m from 
Back pocket cash from the tales that I’ve spun

Travelled roads to kingdom come
Bit of trouble but had some fun
But things get old and my time it is done

I skid marked the open roads
Towns and cities have their secret codes
Lived in sensory  overload 
I’m turning back to a different mode 

Find a place a little off the track
Where money lasts I’ve a little stack 
A rented house that’s crack a Jack 
I’ve paid my dues I won’t be back

BIG TOP

Sample pre-masters from the debut album 'The Lovers.' 

Closeness Mp3 4614

Writing songs and pushing them out into that great black hole of cyber space. Hope it connects with one or two souls out there!

Fortuna

chris gordon 35

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