Steve Romig

Make It Go Away ( Romig)

It’s another stupid day

And another stupid war

We all know what they’re doing it for.

If you don’t like something 

If you really don’t like it

You really don’t like it you can make it go away.

They’re poisoning the water

And they’re poisoning the air

While they’re making lots of money

Man they just don’t care

If you don’t like something 

If you really don’t like it

You really don’t like it you can make it go away.

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it you can make it go away.

There’s people in the city

Livin’ on the street

Beggin’ every day just to get something to eat

If you don’t like something 

If you really don’t like it

You really don’t like it you can make it go away.

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it you can make it go away.

There are people in detention 

Who just don’t deserve to be

Gotta tell our politicians

Time to set the people free

If you don’t like something 

If you really don’t like it

You really don’t like it you can make it go away.

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it

If you really don’t like it you can make it go away.

There’s something on the airwaves 

Something on the street

Something in the eyes of everyone we meet

If you don’t like something 

If you really don’t like it

You really don’t like it you can make it go away.

You’re worried about the future

And you wanna make a change

It’s never too late to write a new page

If you don’t like something 

If you really don’t like it

You really don’t like it you can make it go away.

Lead Vocal/ Guitars/ Keyboards Steve Romig

Bass/ and his dads train whistle  Roger McLachlan.

Drums Gerry Pantazis

B.V’s Sarah Maclaine.

Bass and BV’s recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

Keys recorded at Andy Cowans home studio.

Modern Age (Romig)

I’m thinking if I leave right now

I’ll be in time for dinner

Unwinding with a glass of something

That would be a winner

The second hand is spinning

But the minute hand is static

My boss is talking at me 

Like a semi automatic

I wish he’d just leave me alone

All I wanna do is look at my phone

I’m stuck in traffic

Thinking bout some sweet exotic places

Different sights and different sounds

And different freaking faces

Looking forward someway

To a sentimental journey

While my head is in a basket and my heart is on a gurney

A slight distraction would go down well

Come on someone start ringing that bell

Save me

I’m slightly crazy

Maybe I’m a victim of living in the modern age

Modern age.

I’m looking at the television

Nothing really gets me

The world is in a dreadful state

And that really upsets me

Our leaders are so stupid 

With a lack of real cognition

Another day another dumb and worthless old decision.

I send them emails and talk on the phone

But their ideologies are set in stone.

Save me

I’m slightly crazy

Maybe I’m a victim of living in the modern age

Modern age

Lead Vocal/ Guitars and BV’s Steve Romig

Bass Roger McLachlan

Drums Gerry Pantazis

Keyboards Andy Cowan

Guitar Jeff Zambelis

Guitar Ronnie Peers

Brass  Steve Allen Alex JazzRoyd

Bass and brass recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

Keys recorded at Andy Cowans home studio.

Musical Chairs ( Romig/ Morris)

You can dance you can you can dance

To a solitary sound

When there’s no one else around.

Take your psyche to that special place

There’s another space behind your face.

Take a chance fancy pants elegance

Where you dress up for the queen

It’s unsightly and obscene

There’s a universe behind your eyes

A slight explosion just behind your thighs.

Fry it up if you wanna risk it

Put some spices on your rubber biscuit

Fate.                 Fate

Send a note to the Dalai Lama

Find a space you can Hare Rama

Come right in you can take your seat

On the musical chair and feel that beat

Hold your hand up into the sky

But you won’t sit down 

When you’re home is right.

Slippy slide, have a ride on the tide

While you find a place to fly

Like a walnut in the sky

Be a droplet on a big balloon

Or the reflection on a silver spoon

Take a ride take a side it’s implied

That you’ll wind up in a place

That’s a space inside a face

You’ll be dust on a dead dogs eye

A piece of grit in an apple pie

Wash it down with a dose of drama

On the phone to Barack Obama

Taste                  Fate

Close the door Isadora Duncan

Switch the light off wont’cha pumpkin

Come right in you can take your seat

On the musical chair and feel that beat

Hold your hand up into the sky

But you won’t sit down 

When you’re home is right.

Lead Vocal and BV’s,Guitar and programming Steve Romig

Lead Vocal and BV’s Russell Morris

Lead bass Roger McLachlan

Drums Gerry Pantazis

Lead guitar Jeff Zambelis

Bass recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

Coming To Town ( Romig)

I wake up in the morning with a smile upon my face

Filled with positivity about the human race

The room smells like patchouli while I sip my herbal tea

I masturbate and meditate La dee da dee dee

The little lies I’m living in are definitely opening doors

Coz my new age philosophy is infinitely better than yours.

Santa Claus is coming to town

Bringing all his Christmas joy

Toys for every girl and boy.

I wake up Sunday morning and I turn on my tv

Wondering what my lord and saviour has in store for me

The preacher’s babbling something so he’s right in touch with god

The band is rocking out man sounding really fucking hot

I gotta send more money to them even if I don’t have a lot

So I get out my credit card and send them money that I don’t got.

Jesus Christ is coming to town

He will sing salvations song

And kill the people that are wrong

Jesus Christ is coming to town

He will come from outer space

And save us from the human race.

I’m going to a rally where I’ll hear the chosen one.

Hang out with my right wing friends and have a lot of fun.

He makes funny noises and he talks about the stuff

The common man relates too and I just can’t get enough.

He’s like a stable genius who’s in communication with god

He’ll save us from the communists and other people that I forgot

Donald Trump is coming to town

Looking just like superman 

With his super holy plan

Donald trump is coming to town

With his wife and kids in tow

Putting on a real good show.

Lead Vocal, BV’s, ukulele and Guitar. Steve Romig.

Bass Roger McLachlan

Drums Gerry Pantazis

Extra guitar and lead Aaron Franks

BV’s Sarah Maclaine

String arrangements Adrian Scott

Bass and BV’s recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

This Side Of The Moon (Romig)

Money is a lie that we’ve come to accept

Another day older and deeper in debt

I’ll give you food and shelter and water

Just give me your soul, your sons and your daughters

And I’ll send them off to war

Because I gotta have more.

Can we still make a change while we’re facing this side of the moon?

Coz it’s all pretty strange and I’m thinking we need to change soon.

Religion is a lie and it’s not much fun

They make you feel guilty

For everything you’ve said and you’ve done 

I’ll promise you a land of milk and honey

Just give me your heart, your mind and your money

And I’ll probably buy that jet

I’ll be a billionaire yet.

Can we still make a change while we’re facing this side of the moon?

Coz it’s all pretty strange and I’m thinking we need to change soon.

Ernie meanie minie mo 

Catch a poor boy by the toe

If he hollers don’t let go

Can we still make a change while we’re facing this side of the moon?

Coz it’s all pretty strange and I’m thinking we need to change soon.

Lead Vocal, Keyboards and guitars Steve Romig

Bass Roger McLachlan

Drums Gerry Pantazis

Lead Guitar  Ronnie Peers

BV’s Joshua Romig ( Ernest Aines) and Steve Romig

Bass recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

See The World ( Romig)

You tell me you’re not a bad man

You’re just looking after yourself

Taking all your money and putting it all in a

Shelf on the Kamen Islands

Where it sits in the sun all day.

Ya don’t wanna let that tax man piss all your money away.

The poor man’s a menace

The sick man’s a menace 

The man on the street with no shoes on his feet

Is a menace too

What you gonna do?

See The world

Through the eyes of poor man

See the world 

Through the eyes of the sick man

See the world

Through the eyes of the man on the street

Who is broken and bleeding

See the world

Look out of your bubble

You tell me you’re not a sad man.

You’ve got everything that you need

As long as the wheels keep turning

You’ll just continue to 

Feed while the rest go hungry

And try to get by every day

Trying to feed their families

And make all the pain go away.

The old man’s a menace

The woman’s a menace

All those who rage for a living wage 

Are a menace too

What you gonna do?

See the world

Through the eyes of the old man

See the world

Through the eyes of the young man

See the world 

Through the eyes of the woman 

Who’s out on her feet trying to make ends meet.

See the world

There are people in trouble

See the world

Get out of your bubble

It’s not about what you make

It’s more about what you take

So get up on your feet

And get out on the street.

See the world.

Lead Vocal, Keyboards and Guitar Steve Romig

Bass Roger McLachlan

Drums Gerry Pantazis

Percussion Mae Parker

Vocal Group 

Nikki Nicholls

Mae Parker

Lisa Worley (who also did the scatty bits)

Tiana Luculano

Steve Romig.

Bass and BV’s recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

Watch The World Go By (Romig)

Me and Fat Freddie underneath a tree

About as drunk as we can be

Flyin high and feeling free

We watch the world go by

Fat Freddie got a woman and so do I

They’re the apples of our eye

In a minute they could wave bye bye

In a drink they’ll be gone

Working hard at not working hard

Chasin daydreams round the yard

Maybe we could get up a game of cards

And watch the world go by.

Man I’m feeling really torn

Should I have another drink or mow the lawn

Or stay up til the break of dawn 

And watch the world go by

Me and Fat Freddie driving in my car

Man we don’t know where we are

Where we’re going ain’t that far

We watch the world go by.

Working hard at not working hard

Chasin daydreams round the yard

Maybe we could get up a game of cards

And watch the world go by.

You can keep reality

I watch that stuff on my TV

Man I’m glad it’s them not me

I watch the world go by

Lead Vocals and Guitars Steve Romig

Bass Roger McLachlan

Drums Gerry Pantazis

Keyboards Andy Cowan

Lead guitar Rob Papp

Percussion Peter Cupples and Mae Parker

BV’s Kaye Harrison, Mike Kelly and Steve Romig

Bass recorded at Roger McLachlans home studio.

Drums recorded at Gerry Pantazis home studio.

Keys recorded at Andy Cowans home studio.