Songtexte Conversations - Live - Cold Chisel

Kneeling at the hotel reception
Violin is sobbing on his knee
And 20 bright rosellas on his shoulder
Yeah, coin from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people hangin' on the corner
And other people cruisin' past in cars
Feeding on the fiction and the porno
Staring at the tattoos and the scars

Conversations, conversation
Icy nights and almighty patience

Now, some of us are driven to ambition
And some of us are trapped behind the wheel
And some of us will drift away, and build a marble yesterday
Run for every moment we can steal, hey

Conversation, conversation
Shouting out across an empty station
Conversation, conversation
Shouting out across an empty station
Alright, yeah alright, well alright, yeah alright
Yeah alright, yeah alright, I said alright, right, right, right

Listen
Now it's just another Tuesday morning
Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill
The shelters go, the awning's torn
But Billy's got his eyes upon the till
He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer
For the busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging round the foyer
And love so easily dies when there's nothing left to conquer
One small break is all he needs, life ain't getting longer

Conversation, conversation
Icy nights and almighty patience
Conversation, conversation
Shouting out across an empty station
Conversation, conversation
Conversation, conversation
Conversation, conversation
Breakfast show to a sleepy nation

Conversation, I said, hey, conversation
Conversation, conversation
Breakfast show to a sleepy nation
Alright, well alright, well alright, well alright