In July this year the Fair Weather Riders played a beautiful evening at the Yarra Hotel with good friends Mandy Connell and The Old Married Couple. Kat Phyn helped us out on vocals.

07 French Love (live)

06 Is It Right? (live)

05 Monday (live)

04 Last Sucker (live)

03 Recipe For Heartache (live)

02 Fall In Love Like That (live)

Moon And You (live)

Falling for someone who never goes to bed is a logistical nightmare...

We shared, we shared
But we never compared
Notes on where we are
Who cares, who cares,
No one but us
Who follows the moon to bed?

If he jumps off a wall, he’s bound to fall
I wouldn’t mind watching you sleep
Getting to know ya, when I am sober 
Might be harder than when I am not

This half-way house ain’t doing me no good
This half-way life it ain’t easy
So I’ll spend some time thinking up a line
As you follow that moon to bed

To surmise and summarise, was a nice surprise
To be there to watch the sun rise
Over you, and over me
And over your green whiskey tea

This half-way house ain’t doing me no good
This half-way life it ain’t easy
I’ll spend some time thinking up a line 
As you follow that moon to bed

Moon Gravity

Moon and You

La Lune est tres jolie ce soir
Because I am in your chambre
I never thought it would come to this
A love affair with a French artist

Mon ami, ma cherie
We walk the streets of grand Paris
And paint a portrait of our love
So laissez-faire, say no more

Say no more
Ah l’amour
Say no more
Just paint a portrait of our love

Un, deux, trois, quatre
We can do a little more than that
We can paint a house or a flat
Achete un chien ou un chat.

Whoa, purtain de merde
I don’t want to die ce soire
But if death comes a demain
We’ll have a portrait of our bed

French Love Song

Looking for love in all the wrong places, James Hickey hopes to convince the femme fatale (Paula Fisher) of his charms but it's a lane way to no where...

You could’ve told me to go to hell, 
You just about did,
I never could read between the lines. 
You’re something short of nothing, 
If nothing was something,
And nothing is all we’ll ever have. 

If you looked like hell I’d say it,
I often wished it so,
But I’ve never had need for those words. 
If you were guarding heavens doors, 
There’d be devils getting it,
Neither saints nor sailors could resist your charms. 

Have the demons had their way?
Sailors sailed on through?
Saints paid their respects
Gunslingers rode on too.
Vagabonds and lonely one,
The rich, the poor, forgotten ones
Have all been past your door
And I’m the last sucker in town.

You brandish a knife, That both cuts and smooths,
You line them up and slice them through.
As you wander off in the dark, the streets all sigh again
Singing that lonely hymn to him.

Have the politicians failed?
Bureaucrats digressed?
Winds of change prevailed
For hipsters wearing vests?
Listless geeks, dirty cheats, 
Fixed wheeled riders wearing cleats,
Have all been past your door,
And I’m the last sucker in town. 

Beware those cold-blooded lovers, who let you to their door,
You sure as hell ain’t getting in.
They’ll leave you with nothing, If nothing was something,
Because nothing is all they have to give.

Last Sucker In Town

Playing alt blues and folk styled original tunes and loving it.

James Hickey

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