Anita

If you ride the Frankston line
Down past Westfield’s Southland site
And if you were there in 1959
A heatwave welcomed another to the light

Born there under the Aquarius sign
And just like the air that gives us life
The stars made her stong and clear and bright
And lifted by air she was welcomed up into flight

Well the Catholics had cornered the market on shame
But how could the nuns hope to tie down and tame
Already refusing to play that old game
Even though some were dull you gotta feel for the nuns all the same

Anita Carroll given two first names
Always able to see outside the frame
But nothing’s black and white sees all the shades of grey
Trusted by the young and everyone else just the same

Maybe we all have a need to believe
But some of us bow to what we receive
Some can see cant and then reject it with glee
Some are the lock on the door and some are the key

Well the years roll on by and we stumble on through
Though maybe we stop now and then to review
But maybe it’s as simple as we are what we do
And done so with grace to skate on to be sixty two

If that’s the case I think I can say you are

If that’s the case strike up the band a blast out a tune

But some cast aside simplistic

The milkbar

After school hen to the pubes
Long liquid lunches in close smoky rooms

History is rarely a smooth straight line
Biding her time

In
You’d see Cheltenham sweating a heatwave