I owe a lot to the uni
extension Back in ‘51 I plucked up the nerve
To broaden my resources and enrol in a few courses
And embark upon that steep life long learning curve
I checked
out all the metropolitan classes From the adult education board
Public speaking and speed reading weren’t my calling
But I found a course that struck a vital chord (E flat demented)
So I
enrolled in a course of Glove making Making glove was the thing for which I’d
yearn
I wasn’t sure just why I’d need a thimble But I was perfectly willing to
learn!
So I made Glove in the morning and the evening It became the greatest passion
of my life
And as my fellow Glove makers were all female Very
soon I was glove making with my wife.
AND WE
OWE IT ALL TO UNI EXTENSION TO FIND THE COURSE WE TRULY DESERVE
80 YEARS OF UNI EXTENSION AND THAT STEEP LIFE LONG LEARNING CURVE
So I
confidently joined some other courses I made a
fortune with “Investing in shares”
I became a silversmith I talked for hours on Greek myths
And discovered I was good at re-upholstering chairs
I wrote a play and learned a language in a lunchtime Built a house and made a
garden full of doves
My wife did public speaking and speed reading And we still made the occasional
glove
AND WE
OWE IT ALL TO UNI EXTENSION TO FIND THE COURSE WE TRULY DESERVE
80 YEARS OF UNI EXTENSION AND THAT STEEP LIFE LONG LEARNING CURVE
Bridge with weird chords
Philosophy and logic art and drama We were
junkies at Extensions beck and call
Chess and Crochet China painting Ikebana We hardly saw each other at all
We extended our horizons to the limits And when the
kids became a frightening teenage force
My wife was on the public speaking circuit So I
enrolled in “How to deal with your divorce”
AND WE
OWE IT ALL TO UNI EXTENSION TO FIND THE COURSE WE TRULY DESERVE
80 YEARS OF UNI EXTENSION AND THAT STEEP LIFE LONG LEARNING CURVE
Now I’m
single I’ve returned to my Glove making Just to see
if my old skills were up to scratch
I’m surely no sex symbol but I still have my old thimble
And it wasn’t long before I’d made a second catch
Slowly
(Last
week I ) joined the class called “Thinking of Retirement”
My latest wife does Genealogy
Now we’re selling up the house and we’re going to live down south And we’re
starting up a B&B
AND WE
OWE IT ALL TO UNI EXTENSION TO FIND THE COURSE WE TRULY DESERVE
80 YEARS OF UNI EXTENSION AND THAT STEEP LIFE LONG LEARNING CURVE
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The other song was for the East
Perth Power Station project , which is the history of electricity and the
power station workers in the state of Western Australia, to be launched
mid 08 as a book and a web site. This is a great labour history project and a
couple of hundred hours of interviews have been conducted with ex personnel of
the power station and there are great memories and stories in there.
Anyway here's a preview of the song that will eventually be on the web site:
THE CORRIDORS OF
POWER © Bernard
Carney 2008
The
memory will play tricks but as a child i can recall,
racing bikes on cinder piles by the power station
wall
And it stood there like a monster breathing grey smoke from the stack
I must have heard it singing to my
soul
‘cos i started an apprenticeship amongst that heat and din, green
as grass but learning fast to take it on the chin
When they sent for
left hand spanners and tins of atmosphere
I fell for every trick they
tried to throw
And
we sensed it was important this power station job more
than working for the boss and earning a few bob
We worked for the community took a pride in every skill if
it hadn’t closed i’d be working in there still
Chorus
We kept the coal up
to the boilers kept the pressure to the steam and we
fixed what needed fixing every hour
We kept the street lights burning and the factory wheels a turning we
were working in the corridors of power
I
spent the wartime working on the noisy turbine floor If
you worked for east perth power then you didn’t go to war
We felt the disappointment knowing someone had to stay
taking
care of business here at home
And
every shift did overtime to keep up with demand but
we had to black the suburbs and we had to stop the trams
You could hear the revs just dropping when the load became too much
we always came home weary to the bones
But
this was my foundation it made me who i am I
learned a trade i learned to work i learned to be a man
It was dirty it was dangerous and everyone was stressed you
did your job and learned to give your best
Chorus
They
closed the place in 81 she was way past her prime.
the pride in her technology was from another time
We patched her up a thousand times but still she couldn’t cope
with the endless need for electricity
I remember the machinery the brickwork and the brass the
characters the migrants the war time working class
And often in the wires i hear it singing to my soul a
monument to how we used to be
Chorus
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At times there were tears when we felt so alone especially
the weeks we had letters from home
And we all worked our fingers right down to the bone making
new farms for Western Australia
But the depression destroyed us it took our last
chance and all that we made was chalked up to the
banks
Ten years hard labour for a song and a dance and we
called it the destiny waltz
Chorus and Finish
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