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Oceanic Cafe
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A little ditty about inner city life, changing tastes & misnomers.
prog flute cello psychedelic banjo political mandolin sax rock folk pygmy beat
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Folk rock meets blues rock whilst occassionally veering into psychedelic and prog rock.
Pygmy Beat: Terry Berman - vocals, sax, piano, flute, recorder & Catholic guilt; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion & Protestant longing; Roland - drums, percussion & digital watches; RAMI - occasional drums; Gerry Steele - frequent lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - frequent recent drums Pygmy Beat Augmented: Joe Mizzi - recent vocals Gerry Steele - lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - drums ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Pygmy Beat Extended: Patricia Vogelenzang - vocals Erik - Drums & Percussion; Greg Loyacano - Drums & some guitars; Gerry Steele - most lead guitar solos; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Rob Green - vocals & lead - Listen Like Brian; Trudy Newell - vocals; Casey Wells - vocals. Miriam & I: Miriam Webb - vocals, arrangements & good cello. ray cochrane - bass, guitar, bad cello, percussion & arrangements. Roland - hand punched programmed drums. The Newlings: Eric Drabwell - vocals, guitars ray cochrane - bass, guitars, cello Bandi - drums
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #210
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Berman Cochrane
Rights
Cochrane Berman
Uploaded
May 08, 2017
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MP3 4.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:49
Story behind the song
A real cafe, (pronounced KAFF), in Sydney's inner precinct that caters for the tastes of its clientele. Mastered by Fran Ashcroft.
Lyrics
OCEANIC CAFÉ No country kitchen curtains or pictures on the wall The menu’s been painted on the glass Between the smears that spruik the specials Run the sands of people’s lives As the old cook gets the rissoles out to fry. At the Cafe Oceanic there is no soup du jour And the back wall neon sign belies the fare The fish is gone, it’s now red meat In this Holiday Inn on a grimy city street CHORUS Was there ever a time when after the pictures People stopped here for fish and for chips? The price was in shillings, a night out was cheap And life was more cheerful on Elizabeth Street? Patrons drift in from the hard city’s blare Scan the menu with eyes often blank Sit in old booths in their orders’ smoke haze Cramped in the posture of the halcyon days A dollar buys a cuppa, six-fifty for a feed For the drunks in the park ‘cross the road The waitress seems contented watching black and white TV While her patrons try to scrabble through their lives. CHORUS INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS REPRISE At the Cafe Oceanic there is no soup du jour And the back wall neon sign belies the fare The fish is gone, it’s now red meat In this Holiday Inn on a grimy city street At the Cafe Oceanic there is no soup du jour And the back wall neon sign belies the fare A dollar for a cuppa, six-fifty for a feed As we scrabble a way through our lives CHORUS x2 END Life was more cheerful on Elizabeth Street Rissoles are on special today……… (COPYRIGHT 2006 – BERMAN/COCHRANE)
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