Julie Tawse

Julie Tawse

BandPopAdult Contemporary

I write adult contemporary songs, ranging through jazz, blues to folk. I have also done some co-writing in the pop and alternative genres. Lyric writing is my main focus.

Biography

I am a singer/songwriter but perform infrequently, usually for special occasions.
Influences include Joni Mitchell, Jackson Browne, Van Morrison, Bob Dylan, Lucinda Williams, Tori Amos, Tom Waits, Randy Newman, Powderfinger, AFI, Pink Floyd, Pete Seeger, Nina Simone, ...

Lyrics

Black Guns and Red Roses

Written By: Julie Tawse

BLACK GUNS AND RED ROSES

Black guns in calloused hands
Red roses mark their arms
They’re cruising down the northern streets
Looking up some harm.
Vengeance for an insult
A sin to make a slight
Against the leathers and the colours.
Hearts of dynamite.

Roaring, wrath-filled engines
A thunderous night to ride
They’re hunting down a Fitzroy bar
Where a young bloke drinks inside.
Bullets yell their fury
Piercing flesh and bone
Through smoke ‘n’ screams, he’s fallen
Far away from home.

CH: A journey starts with a single step
But the road back is so long;
So long bearing arms against the world
Forgetting right from wrong.
Black guns and red roses.
Black guns and red roses.

Black gun loaded on the wall.
Red roses in a vase.
A father poisoned by his fears
And retribution’s paths.
His children feel the mood now
Outside a car moves slow.
They’re watching through the curtain lace
As age old hatreds grow.

CH: A journey starts with a single step
But the road back is so long;
So long bearing arms against the world
Forgetting right from wrong.
Black guns and red roses.
Black guns and red roses.

BR: I pray the Lord my soul to keep
As night’s shadows crawl and creep.
I pray the Lord my soul to take
If by chance this bough should break.

Is it terror - or adventure?
The children make a choice
Tempted by the ready weapon -
The promised steely voice.
A shot rips through the stillness,
Through a home that was once blessed
And strikes the heart of a frightened child
And there it’s laid to rest.

CH: … With black guns and red roses.
Black guns and red roses

Droughts, Floods And All

Written By: Julie Tawse

Droughts, Floods And All

Just as well you’re here today
To stand by me when the sky turns grey.
Now please take up the .303
And walk this vast baked-earth with me.

Had a vision to run my race
I’d cross a new breed to match this place
But my blue-ribbon bull has fallen lame,
Soldier ants feast - and none to blame.

CH:
And all these years I held together
Bringing up wee ‘uns alone
Cos I lost my man while they were growing
But I stood strong
And I stood tall
Through droughts, floods and all.
Droughts, floods and all.

After all that I have lost,
With this one duty, I count the cost.
I know that it’s a lot to ask
To aim the .303 for this sorry task.

CH: …
But I stood strong
And I stood tall
Through droughts, floods and all.
Droughts, floods and all.

BR:
One season offers the dry
One season offers the wet.
Loss upon loss, sorrow on sorrow,
But some things you never forget.

I worked so hard over many years:
Watched plans unravel, held back my tears
But I’ll start again the best I can
To make a mark on a fickle land.

CH:
And all these years I held together
Bringing up wee ‘uns alone
Cos I lost my love while they were growing
But I stood strong
And I stood tall
Through droughts, floods and all.
Droughts, floods and all.

Just as well -
Today you’re here!