DON’T START ME TALKING by PAUL KELLY. Story by David Wilson
...K grabs the axe and she laughs as she splits wood and she laughs as she makes a fire and her blue eyes sparkle with it all and she stands with hands on hips to admire the flames. I’m alongside her with a heartbeat to power a small village.“Sit down, why don’t you? How about some Paul Kelly?”
DON’T THINK TWICE IT’S ALRIGHT performed by THE INDIGO GIRLS Story by Molly Galea
Over fifteen years, brick by determined brick, we built a life out of thin air and intentions. When I first met you, my mother could not tell her friends her eldest daughter was a lesbian. Talking to her friends, she would shorten my girlfriends’ names to androgynous mysteries. Jo. Nic. Lou.
DON’T WANNA BE THE ONE by MIDNIGHT OIL Story by Leo Grogan
Like footy fans at finals time, we queued at the local Bass outlet for tickets. Revelling in the early morning banter with the diehards, who were lucky enough to have witnessed the band at full tilt in the ‘early days’ of the late 1970’s. Other standout gigs were re-lived: Astor Theatre ’82, Kooyong ’85, Venue ’86 and Festival Hall ’87.
DON’T WANNA BE THE ONE by MIDNIGHT OIL Story by David Oke
David Oke Deakin University, Geelong, March 16 1982We stood on a walkway on the second level of the science building. We could feel the music coming up through our feet.
DON’T FALL IN LOVE by THE FERRETS. Story by John Hindmarsh.
I was pleasantly surprised that the family recognised the importance of Countdown, setting up a tray in the loungeroom so I could totally absorb what everyone would be talking about in the next few days.
DON’T LET THE SUN CATCH YOU CRYING & WALK HAND IN HAND. Poem by Cathy Brigden
No shaking shoulders and no audible sobs for this public crying needs to be invisible for the grief mask to be effective. "Don’t let the sun catch you crying", sings Gerry with his Pacemakers.