Tim Minchin è un poeta, piano player, cantautore, politicamente motivato.

Un moderno Troubador appassionato, colto, libero, insolente, sarcasmo graffiante, e sincero affetto per il suo pubblico.

Poco conosciuto in Europa anche se ha dato concerti e shows a Londra, Glasgow, Parigi e altre città europee. Ha prodotto film in Australia e negli USA e si è scontrato duro con la cultura americana che non lo ha capito (come era logico).

But he is a Perth boy e ai suoi concerti/shows tre generazioni di Perthites arrivano in 5000 a riempire la conca erbosa di Kings Park per ascoltarlo e ricambiare il suo affetto e la sua nostalgia per questa città apparentemente anonima e normale ma, in realtà bellissima nella sua isolata magia di oceano, cielo e spiagge…the best place to live in the whole World indeed.

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I’ll take lonely tonight
I’ll take lonely tonight
Your offer is kind
And I must confess
That I find your casual caresses
And that pretty dress
Pretty hard to resist

And Christ what a night
I think you’re pretty high
I know I’m pretty pissed
But I’ll take lonely tonight
Though I’m not denying
I hate being alone

….

I’ll take lonely tonight
In my three point five star boutique hotel
Where I will spend 25 bucks
On mini bar snacks and pass out on my phone
And wake in 4 hours or so
Soaked in relief to find I am alone
With only the wrappers of Pringles and Snickers
For which to atone
Blissfully lonely

I’ll take lonely tonight

Leaving LA
Check the locks and leave the keys
Mouldy bath masked with Febreze
Something’s dead behind the refrigerator
Some poor fuck will deal with it later

I’ve spent the last ten weeks
Squeezing out the sponge of friendships plugging leaks
I’ve talked until there’s no more to say
I’m going away

…

Summer romance
For one more day of sun
One more day of sun
These moments never last
We both know that it’s true
I love you you’re beautiful

It was just a summer romance
Now our time is through
I love you you’re beautiful

Airport piano
I wrote this song on an airport piano
I was the guy disturbing your journey from security
To gate twenty-three A
Maybe you noticed me
I wrote this song cos I had a spare hour
I was delayed trying to get back to my babies in Sydney
And I noticed the keys so I’m writing a song
Singin’

Women in SUV Porsches always look miserable
I don’t know why they’re so sad
Maybe it’s the calories they coulda had
Filling them up with regret
And men in cafes in ski resorts
Trying to connect with their sons
Look like they just wanna hit ‘em
I mean I’m sure that they dig ‘em underneath all the gear

White wine in the sun
I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections
To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

….

Your brothers and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you…
Waiting…

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know…