The sun will rise tomorrow,
But not for me.
The birds will sing tomorrow,
But not for me.
Life will go on tomorrow,
But not for me.
I never thought I'd live to be 23,
I thought I would've killed myself before I turned 23.

Everyone will be just fine,
Without me.
Everything will go on just fine,
Without me.
Everyone will soon forget,
About me.
I never thought I'd live to be 23,
I never planned to live beyond 23.

I thought I would've killed myself before I turned 23,
I thought I would've killed myself before I turned 23.

I Never Thought I'd Live To Be 23

What If - an original song
Written, recorded and performed by Luke Hannaford

What if happiness is only real when shared,
What if I died and nobody cared.
What if my life comes crashing down,
And I reach out for help, but there's no one around.

Well- sometimes I wonder, sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I feel like I wanna die.
Sometimes I wonder what my future will be,
And sometimes I wonder, what if that was me.

What if I wasted the time I was given,
What if we're warned but don’t bother to listen.
What if the planet gets keep warmer,
And then we run out of food and fresh water.

Well- sometimes I worry, sometimes I relax,
Sometimes I eat healthy, and sometimes I snack.
Sometimes I'm scared, but sometimes I laugh,
When I think what if today was my last.

What if I sin but pray to the lord,
What if I pay my dues but get no reward.
What if I could live without regret,
And all those painful memories, I could just forget.

Well- sometimes I'm nostalgic and sentimental,
Sometimes I'm reckless, but most times I'm careful.
And sometimes I'm grateful not for what I have,
But for things I don’t want that I don’t have.

What if I make mistakes I can't mend,
What if things don’t work out in the end.
What if there's nothing I can do prepare,
And the only way to cope, is just not to care.

Well- some days are good, some days are bad,
Sometimes I'm happy, but most times I'm sad.
Sad to be living, sad just to be,
Cause what if this is, the life that’s meant for me?

What If

A reply to Paul Kelly's 'How To Make Gravy'
(All music and melody by Paul Kelly)

Hey Joe,
Its Dan here.
I look forward to seeing you soon.
It's the 28th of December,
And I just don’t know how to feel.

The New Years still yet to come,
And Christmas just passed on by.
I just don’t know what to do, or where to go,
And today is going by so slow.

The weather’s just cracked 39 degrees,
It's the hottest year on record, I believe.
The traffic's banked,
All the way up the freeway.
People just cant wait to get away.

Across the country bushfires are sweeping through,
If your walking on concrete you better wear some shoes.

It sure is nice though in this air conditioned room, 
Cause day 3 of the crickets on the tv,
And Im watching in HD.
And if I get hungry,
I can open the fridge,
There’s leftover Christmas food in there,
That’s just waiting to be eaten.
There’s some turkey,
That’s still good to eat,
Just got to put it in the microwave,
And blast it with some heat.
For about 5 minutes,
And I'll stir a couple of times in between,
Won’t forget to put water in the plate
Don’t want it to get dry.
And if I still have space,
I’ll have a slice of fruit cake,
And maybe the body of a gingerbread man.

Just like every year,
Angus has gone away up the coast,
We all know when he gets back he’ll have some stories to tell.
And Frank and Dolly,
They’ve gone for a few days down the coast,
I can just picture them on the sand,
Breathing in that fresh ocean air.

I was gonna book a holiday,
For this time of year.
But I just kept putting it off.
And b y the time I started looking around a few weeks ago,
Any place that'd fit my family was all booked up

Mary has been going steady with her boyfriend for a while now,
He even drives her to and from work.
They were talking about how on Boxing Day,
He was gonna have to be ready to pick her up, at her door,  in the morning by 4
She has a job at a big department store,
Where before the sun’s even risen,
People are lining up at the front of the door.

I went in to see her that day,
And take advantage of the sales,
I bought a new pair of socks,
And a set of pyjamas.
Which I wore
The following night.
When I couldn’t sleep
Cause my neighbours Christmas lights were flashing so bright.
Through my bedroom window
I wonder how long they're gonna keep those lights up this year.
Maybe a few months like the year before
Or just a few weeks like the year before that.
Or maybe,
they'll just get lazy,
and leave them up there for the whole year
And turn them on the next time Christmas comes around.

You know there's a house down my street
Their lights have already been taken down
But you can bet come December 1st and those lights will be right back up.

Well on the bright side,
I'll be here to take out the bins on bin night,
Cause they're filled with food scraps and Christmas wrapping up paper,
That if i miss,
This weeks pickup,
It'll only take one more day until those bins start overflowing,
And then I'd have to,
Fit the garbage in recycling,
And hide the rest in amongst the grass in the garden bin. /in the neighbours bin
And mix the rest in among the grass in the neighbours bin

Bin night's on Thursday,
But I can't even tell what day it is today,
It could be Thursday or it could be Sunday,
but it also feels abit like a Tuesday,
You know if Jesus was still around today,
I don't think he'd even know what day it is,
he could say it feels like a Monday,
and it was just his birthday the other day.

Stay safe Joe,
Rita can't wait until you come back home,
So you two can push back the tables,
and dance,
to Nina Simone

How To Make Gravy: Step Two - Luke Hannaford (A reply to Paul Kelly's How To Make Gravy)

All Alone

Gloomy Sydney

From the bells that toll at the iron gates,
To the edge where dreams meet fate.
The sun has eclipsed the moon,
And the day is on its way.
Sweeping under the door,
Rising up from the floor.
I’ve lived to see, to hear, to read and this I know is true,
That Luck Is For The Few.

A wooden cross hangs around the neck,
Of truth too wicked to touch,
By those that dare not torch alight,
The thoughts that cast their sight,
Away from the wrongs and the rights,
That they hold to the questions of life.
Outside your house maybe butterflies and flowers,
Or destruction and death could be your view.
Its cruel, that Luck Is For The Few.

Strangers passing side by side,
To never see the other again.
A glimpse, a glance without a chance,
To ever be apart,
Of their search to find,
A connection, a purpose, a passion.
Your heart may be shattered, untouched, or torn,
Or your love could be strong and true.
Its cruel, but Luck Is For The Few.

Deceived by beauty; enticed by wealth,
As things to strive for yourself.
Fearing not that you may become,
The one you once despised.
Some see through the illusions and strongly reject,
While others simply accept.
That the joys of life are shared among,
The most deserving and hard working.
And not cause Luck,
Is Just, For The Few.

People’s hopes rely upon justice to arrive,
From a world that denies the chance to thrive to so many.
The lucky will tell their winning tale,
While the losers silently wail.
You can try your best but not succeed,
And there’s nothing you can do,
Cause Luck Is For The Few.

Luck Is For The Few

The Tale Of Brock Turner

Hey Joe,
Its Dan here.
I look forward to seeing you soon.
Todays the 28th of December,
And I just don’t know how to feel.

The New Years still yet to come,
And Christmas just passed on by.
I just don’t know what to do, or where to go,
And today’s going by so slow.

The weather’s just cracked 39 degrees,
The hottest year on record, I believe.
The traffic is banked,
All the way up the freeway.
People just can not wait to get away.

Across the country bushfires are sweeping through,
If your walking on concrete you better wear some shoes.

It sure is nice sitting in this air conditioned room, cause day 3 of the cricket is on tv,
And Im watching in HD.
And if I get hungry,
I can open the fridge,
There’s leftover Christmas food in there,
That’s just waiting to be eaten.
I know there’s some turkey,
That’s still good to eat,
Just got to put it in the microwave,
And blast it with some heat.
For about 8 minutes,
And I'll stir a couple of times in between,
Won’t forget to put water in the plate
Don’t want it to get dry.
And if I still have space,
I’ll have a slice of fruit cake,
And maybe the body of a gingerbread man.

Just like every year,
Angus has gone away up the coast,
We all know when he gets back he’ll have some stories to tell.
And Frank and Dolly,
They’ve gone for a few days down the coast,
I can just picture them on the sand,
Breathing in that fresh ocean air.

I was wanting to organize a holiday,
For this time of year.
But I just kept putting it off.
By the time I started looking around a few weeks ago,
Any place that'd fit my family was all booked out.

Mary has been going steady with her new boyfriend for a while now,
He even drives her to and from work.
They were talking about how on Boxing Day,
He was gonna have to be ready in the morning at her door by 4.

She has a job at a big department store,
Where before the sun’s even risen,
People are lining up at the door.

I went in to see her that day,
And take advantage of the sales,
I bought a new pair of socks,
And a set of pyjamas.
Which I wore
The following night.
When I couldn’t fall asleep
Cause my neighbours Christmas lights were flashing so bright.
Through my bedroom window
I wonder how long they're gonna keep those lights up this year.
Maybe a few months like the year before
Or just a few weeks like the year before that.
Or maybe,
they'll just get lazy,
and leave them up there for the whole year
And turn them back on again next time Christmas comes around.
There's a house down my street
Their lights have already been taken down
But you can bet your bottom dollar
That come December 1st they’ll be right back up
Well on the bright side,
I'll be here to take out the bins on bin night,
cause they're filled with food scraps and Christmas wrapping up paper,
that if i miss,
this weeks pickup,
It'll only take one more day until those bins start overflowing,
And then I'd have to,
fit the garbage in recycling,
and hide the rest in amongst the grass in the garden bin.
Bin night's on Thursday,
but I can't even tell what day it is today,
It could be Thursday or it could be Sunday,
but it also feels abit like a Tuesday,
If Jesus was still around today,
I don't think he'd even know what day it is,
he could say it feels like a Monday,
and it was just his birthday the other day.

Stay safe Joe,
Rita can't wait until you come back home,
So you two can push back the tables,
and dance,
to Nina Simone

How To Make Gravy: Step 2. A reply to Paul Kelly's How To Make Gravy

The Roaring 20's are here again and we all know how it ends,
The Great Depression and the Great World Wars,
Are coming round again.
But it’s gonna be worse than before,
And it’s already begun,
Civilisation is collapsing.

I’m in my 20s in the 2020s,
And I’m not looking forward to it.
I never asked to be born,
I don’t even wanna be alive,
But here I am.

Corporations control the Government,
The rich get whatever they want.
While the rest of us are stuck in dead end lives,
Hopeless and defeated.

The Roaring 20s are here again,
And we all know how it ends,
But its gonna be worse than before,
Cause its not the economy or a war,
It’s the human race.

The media decide what information we receive,
To control what we think and believe.
Keeping us uninformed and unaware of whats really going on.

The earth is becoming uninhabitable, 
Human life on earth can’t be sustained.

The Roaring 20s are here again, 
And its all gonna come crashing down

Everything's changing, 
There's no going back to normal,
We’ve never faced this before.
Last time it was the dinosaurs, 
And now it’s us,
And we did it to ourselves

Cause we had the choice
To either a change or face extinction,
But now time’s run out, and it’s all locked in,
The human species is coming to an end.

The Roaring 20s Are Here Again (And We All Know How It Ends)

Disappointment follows me like a curse,
Things get better then things get worse.
First hello’s soon turn to a final goodbye,
As time goes by.

I replay moments in my head,
Thinking of what I should of done and said instead.
Judgement will spare neither you or I,
As time goes by.

Places that were once new and unknown,
Have now begun to feel like home.
Its getting harder to find the motivation to try,
As time goes by.

The tide rolls in and the tide rolls out,
Whatever you have, you’ll soon be without.
What was once so important and meant so much,
Now doesn’t matter at all.

Things I once loved and things I now hate,
Like the summer heat or waking up late.
One day you’ll look back on all the years gone by,
And think about how time really does fly.

I’ve come to accept the limits ive found,
That keep me within this life im bound.
Somethings grow while others die,
As time goes by.

As Time Goes By

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