Acerbate

Written by J. Beavis

Appears on “Post-Apocalyptic Love Songs ” LP, 2016. Personnel: Jimi Beavis – vocals, slide guitar, BV; Chris Bancroft – guitar; Costas Constantinou – bass guitar; Scott Nosworthy – drums and percussion; Andrew Garton – horn arrangements, baritone saxophone; Lachlan McKenzie – trumpet; Alex Price – baritone saxophone; Peta Wilson – piano. Steve Robin – engineered/produced/mixed.

In the early 40s, between the wars, she won our hearts, more than just a horse

Little hope for soldiers to return alive, Acerbate made grown men and women cry

44 was the last cup they would have for a while – the battle came and went, carving the country like a knife

We had nothing to live and fight for, Tommy gave us Acerbate… Soon we shot the invaders to the rhythm of her gait

 

 

She would have beaten Diva two times out of every three

Never saw the vet out of routine

18 hands for height, her heart 14 pounds

Tommy lived for every morning to see her pound dust from the ground

 

The war came and when it left, half a million less – Crops nearly gone, the harvest wasn’t long

Even Abbott’s grand-niece had to watch the stores, no help except for grain came from other shores

Sometimes Tommy hunted emu, sometimes kangaroo, eventually they ate rice that tasted like glue

Acerbate never starved, Tommy made sure of that but soon she lost her shiny coat and the little of her fat

He said ‘she’s part of the family – she said you won’t have one if you don’t slit her throat

You’ve kept that horse in good condition but she’s eaten all our dough

She’ll be high in protein and would make 10 good roasts

 

She would have beaten Diva two times out of every three

Never saw the vet out of routine

18 hands for height, her heart 14 pounds

Tommy lived for every morning to see her pound dust from the ground

 

It’s hard to sharpen a knife, when you’re crying enough to boil a bucket of tears, gleaming metal leers

But when there’s a drought and your water is out you still need to sanitise, food and family, prioritise

Lean and high in iron, smells real good when you’re frying… roll em, add Pecorino and a bottle of wine

Make a stew, onion, garlic, flank, collar, topside; if we can trade for flour, maybe a horsemeat pie

She would have beaten Diva two times out of every three

Never saw the vet out of routine

18 hands for height, her heart 14 pounds

It sits next to Phar Lap’s and if you want to see em head on down to the national museum