Lyrics

Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid
Her suburb facing changes
She saw a chance instead
To capture for the future
The sights that filled her head
Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid.

Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid
The MLC in ghostly white
The beacon’s flash of red
A pinky smudge of sunset –
Bad weather just ahead?
Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid.

Chorus:
Things that helped us to belong
In the expressway’s path, now sadly gone
Were we like ships that passed so near
Our cargo the same old fear
That all would be forgotten?

Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid
The ruined buildings crushed to earth,
The dozer put to bed,
A window shining in the night –
The living and the dead?
Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid.

Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid
The local theatre once so prized
Its fate now clearly read
She painted the old fig tree
To the dozer it was fed
Oh, Alexandra’s pictures are full of things unsaid.

© Jim Low (22 July 2010)


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