Cold Chisel Khe Sanh (1978)

Текст песни "Cold Chisel — Khe Sanh (1978)"

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand.

About the long forgotten dockside guarantees -
How there were no V-day heroes in 1973,
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour,
Saw an old friend, but couldn't kiss her -
She was lined, and I was home to the Lucky Land

And she was like so many more from that time on -
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open,
But their minds were always closed,
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains.
And the legal pads were yellow, hours - long, paypackets - lean,
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been.
But the car parks made me jumpy,
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine.

So I worked across the country from end to end,
Tried to find a place to settle down
Where my mixed-up life could mend.
Held a job on an oil-rig,
Flying choppers when I could,
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the Bend.

And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year been worse for wear.
And I've been back to South East Asia,
But the answer sure ain't there.
But I'm drifting North to check things out again..

You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone