Chris Webbe Discography

1984 The System - not available
1987 Lost in the Ether - not available
1988 Sweatin it out live - available on backorder
1992 Summernats n that's that - available on CD -
Watch THE SUMMERNATS SONG VDO on youtube
1994 Road cases - available on backorder
1996 Leave no turd unstoned (best of) - available CD only
1999 High Country - available CD only
2001 Smokin em up - available CD only
2003 12 More for the road less traveled - unavailable

"Country Rhythm And Blues" - available now

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"The Celestial Project" - Due for release late 2010 LISTEN TO SOME OF THE SONGS

MEET CHRIS

Chris was born in 1959 and grew up in Melbourne, Australia. An early interest in science won him awards in 1972 and 1973 for design and construction of a functional laser at the age of 12. Soon following with a passionate interest in music, art, amps, guitars and general 70's teenage mayhem.

From 1975 to 1982 Chris developed his skills in both technical and creative applications in such areas as Film, TV, Audio Visual production, Live performance and sound recording, for such companies as Myers, Crawford's (Sullivan's and Bobby Dazzler), John Cliff and Associates, Armstrong recording studios, Freelancing and even the Supreme Court of Victoria as a qualified evidence recorder.

His first band Bo Drummel (1974) at Mentone Grammar with school mates Roger Engledow, Micheal Hadwen and Mal Rose (RIP Mal). They played everything from Suzi Quatro to Chuck Berry and Lou Reed to Pink Floyd. Began writing originals with other band members. Formed three piece power rock band Warhole(1976). Joined a 5 piece band called Pheonix(1977). Formed theatrical rock band Billy Goats Gruff, (1978) Went to Perth playing the pub scene and touring WA as the Delegates.(1980)

Back to Melbourne and formed the Chris Webbe Band(1981) and returned to the Pub scene.
(1982) Chris Webbe and The Sweaty Palms began Australia wide touring and playing. Doing supports for Cold Chisel, Dragon, Diesel, Suzi Quatro, OL55, Radiators, Angels, Jimmy Barnes, Spy v Spy and many more hardworking touring bands. Self managed and self financed they were playing 4 nights per week and living full time on the road. Touring the country playing every Bike Show and Car show and "B & S" ball they could find while still working the hard rock pub and club circuit.

In 1992 he wrote the Summernats song, which became the anthem for the Summernats, Australia's biggest car show. These people are a great loyal bunch and made Chris Webbe and the Sweaty Palms popular throughout Australia.

Until an accident in 2008 when he broke his back Chris performed both as a soloist "Chris Webbe on Tour" and a fully blown rocking country rhythm and blues show "Chris Webbe and the Sweaty Palms" .Chris Is a member of APRA, PPCA and ARIA, averaging of over 100 shows per year right across Australia.

For most of his life Chris has focused on a full-time career as an entertainer, performer and producer. Recording and writing both his own works and that of other people using both the technical and artistic knowledge he has picked up along the way. While his family always comes first they support him 100% in his endeavors and he looks forward to many more years in the industry
He expects to return to live performance late in 2010.

NEW ALBUM FROM CHRIS WEBBE..................................................................back to top
"Country Rhythm And Blues"

Here is an album that covers the Australian country and mixes it with some acoustic rhythms and is then served up with some cheeky blues on the side. It's called "Country Rhythm And Blues". What else!!

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1. Melbourne Boy Sydney Girl….we came from two different worlds

2. Simple as that……do unto others its as simple as that

3. Hard Highway…...oh oh, we're on the road again

4. Capitalism Fucked the Planet…..well - .......CLICK HERE TO WATCH ON YOUTUBE

5. Rutherglen Red…….taste the Murray and ride the Rutherglen red

6. Beat of a Heart......written for the Red Cross and about the 2009 Victorian bushfires

7. I Got Drunk……..the losers blues

8. Precious……what makes a thing precious is it doesn't last, time with your kids or a real good laugh

9. The Country Works For Me…..we can all ride in utes and they can dance in boots

10. The Great Big Deal..the government says it's a great new deal but weren't they the ones asleep at the wheel

11. High Times and Nursery Rhymes.. I should never go to the home, of my ex girlfriend stoned

12. Don't Shit Me.. when I jump on my bike I'd have to say, I go for a cruise and my blues fade away

"The Celestial Project" due out LATE 2010 ...........................................back to top

In 2010 Chris released "Country Rhythm And Blues" full of foot tapping tunes about life on the road, playing pubs and touring across Australia and some tongue in cheek social comment. In the later half of 2010 he will release "The Celestial Project" which contains a very different style of music a bit more introspective and exploring questions about the human condition and our metaphysical existence, things that intrigue many of us.

Here are two of the songs on that album

CLICK HERE to download DREAMTIME

CLICK HERE to download FEEL THE MOTION Take me to the Celestial Project lyrics

If you like these songs please consider making a donation to help with the completion of the album.

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Simple As That

So you wonder now
How we stop this thing
Security's tight
But you can't stop the killing
And you won't be free
From your darkest fears
'til everyone breathing
The atmosphere
Feels safe and secure
Where they dwell
Not running scared
In some war torn hell
You'll not feel safe
With your tanks and walls
'til none of us feels afraid anymore

A fair days work
For fair days pay
Would send the raiders
On their way
When business pays
For the damage it does
To the earth down below
And the skies up above
The greedy would bail
There's no dollars or sense
In wrecking the planet
For no recompense
These things our leaders
Should implement
But they are too busy hanging on to government
If the hungry were fed
And the unjust imprisoned
There would be no reason
For terrorism
Some comfort and more
Than hope for the poor
There'd be no need
For economic war
There is no system
To run this game
If you try one you will find
Again and again
That the only guarantee
Of your safety at home
Is when the other blokes life
Is as precious as your own

They say it takes a village
To raise a child
I say it takes the world
To keep the village alive
We stand ready
For a quantum leap
Or over the cliff
Like so many sheep
Perhaps we should try
To set one day aside
To see if we can make
This momentous stride
It's not rocket science
Or a new mouse trap
It's do unto others
It's as simple as that

Capitalism Fucked The Planet

Now you may think that it's naïve
To ignore the money tree
But i have come to believe
It's just no good for you and me remember how you thought
That you'd like to be rich
Now you're up to your eyeballs
In fiscal politics

Communism has failed
Mr. Raygun was heard to say
How could any real country
Be run that way
But as the CEO's sail off
On a yacht into the sunset
It was capitalism
That fucked the planet

Mum and dad investors
Are left to bear the shame
They had no idea
How to play the game
The legacy for their children
A yoke upon their back
The global warming train
Is coming down the track
But no one has a job
And everybody is out of work
Just so the boss
Can drive the latest Merc

They had some revolutions
Where they tried to ban it
But it looks like capitalism
Has fucked the planet

The government played along
None of us was immune
The banks sang the song
We all danced to the tune
You can try to be a saint
Holy water and stained glass
Take the moral high ground
But you can't hide from the past

But then comes the devil
A knocking' at your back door
Take that money from the plate
And forget about the poor
You'll soon be doing deals
With the cowboys that ran it
That's how capitalism
Has fucked the planet

Funny it's only money
But what a big part of our life
Are we all dummies
Spreading honey with a rusty knife we knew it wouldn't last
We can't sustain the trend
Just look at our checkered past
It will catch up with us in the end

I'll be good, i'll be quiet now
You've let me have my say
I'll take my little blue pills
And i'll go on my way
But if money has blinded you
Then just give away a bit
That may be the only way
To save the planet

Beat Of A Heart

Are you the one
To heed the call
When the flames are at
Your neighbours door
When the fires out
Then comes the rain
Will you let your mates
Suffer in vain
Chorus
Give blood
It's a bloody good feeling
A drop of red
On the road to healing
Give blood it's what I'm saying
It's the beat of a heart
That's giving and receiving

What's around the corner what's down the track
Disaster or a heart attack
We're all getting older
And that's a fact
Nice to know
Someone's got your back
Ambulance ride
And you're in pain
What's that thing rattling around in your brain
Emergency room
You stare at the ceiling
That's right you gave blood
It's a bloody good feeling
Beat of a heart

I Got Drunk

I went out I went to bed
Morning sunbeams
Split my head I got drunk
Best friend died how we cried
Turns out we couldn't
Keep him alive I got drunk

My girlfriend says
She's outta my life
Looks like i'll have to go
Back to my wife
To help me loose my
Nagging feelings
To stop my cheating heart
From bleeding I got drunk

Drink to forget
When you're off the phone
Drink to forget
When you're all alone
Everyone was doing it
And that included me
Now I'd give a bundle
For some sanity

Somewhere at the
Bottom of this glass
Lies all my money
And all my class I got drunk
I didn't see it coming
It crept up on me
Now I find
I can't shake it free
I'm loosing everything
Even my family I got drunk

Drink to forget
When you've lost your home
Drink to forget
While your heart turns to stone
Everyone was doing it
And that included me
Now I'd give a bundle
For some sanity

Do you think
The salvos would mind
Cause I'm real hungry
And it's the end of the line
Just a few dollars
So i can get some wine
And mate, can u go to the pub
If you got the time
I once had a life
And a house you know
I was a big fella
With the people on the go
But as their spirits soared
I mixed mine with coke
Hey bud, have u got a spare smoke

It's getting darker
I think I'm going under
As i drift off I began to wonder
Then god spoke and said
You can't come in here like that
Get back down there
And sort your shit out
So i dusted myself off
And i had a good cry
Hmmm ……I think i'll give this heroin a try

The Country Works For Me

When you're driving all alone
Far from home
Away from the TV
And the telephone
It's the music that comes
From your heart
By a river or under the stars

It rises up from
The peace and the solitude
A snowy mountain range
Can put you in the mood
Sounds from the city
Ring of desperation
It's a busy busy little nation

Yes we can all ride in utes
And they can dance in boots
Follow every kind of fashion
With all sorts of passion
Play it on the fiddle
Part your hair in the middle
But that's not what makes
The country work for me

The salt bush scattered round
On a dusty red plain
It's the fresh country air
That keeps this bloke sane

There's a lot to be said
For being alone
But you can say a lot more
About coming home

It's a simple quiet and easy
Kind of feeling
That will calm the tortured mind
And do all kinds of healing
All things are fine
Even dancing in a line
But it's not what makes
The country work for me

Yes we can all ride in utes
And they can dance in boots
Follow every kind of fashion
With all sorts of passion
Play it on the fiddle
Part your hair in the middle
But that's not what makes
The country work for me

You may like a little twang
Or the way that dolly sang
But that's not what makes
The country work for me
The country works for me

High Times And The Nursery Crimes

Little jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Pretending to be asleep
All the kings' horses
And all the kings men
Were trying to seduce Bo peep
Simple Simon the sly pie man
Was counting his midnight sheep
Now it's four in the morning
Jack Frost is forming
And I can't get to sleep

The owl and the pussycat
Came in late
Driving their panel van red
Then jack Horner's pride
Came to decide
He wants to rearrange my head
Bo peep couldn't care
And Simple Simon wouldn't dare
Though he wished
He could take her to bed
The incident was a blast
To the rest of the cast
And upon it they hungrily fed

Chorus
High times and nursery rhymes
Smoking skunk and drinking beer
Kids playing grown ups
It was all too serious my dear

Bo peep announced
She was on her high horse
But she had no right
To be there at all
Jack Horner was laughing
With glee in his eyes
As he ejaculated in the hall
Now all the blackbirds
Have their pound of flesh
And have gone
To make themselves a pie
With a spoon full of ridicule
An essence of hate
And a look of satisfaction
In their eye

Chorus

Build me a wall
And then a doggy stall
Build me a nest and then stay
Hide me from the their prying eyes
Just make it all go away
Lost in a foaming sea of metaphors
One begins to feel insane
But i'll never go to the home
Of my ex girlfriend stoned
No i'll never do that again

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THE CELESTIAL PROJECT LYRICS

DREAMTIME

I am taken to a place wash
My hands and wash my face
Sit back and watchthe whole human race
Because i've gone where the dreamtime goes
I've seen the garden
Where the dreamtime grows
Where the dreamtime goes
Where the dreamtime grows
Where the dreamtime goes

THE EMPTY CRUSADE

A solitary tribe under the sun
Soon it bumps into another one
Paintings and smokein a cave are done
Then missionaries from tall ships come
What was once a pagan rite
Now becomes a Xmas night
In your dreaming it is second sight
Now they call it walking in the light

One thousand years a great crusade
In between, all the enemies made
With all the souls put to the blade
And still nothing left to say

Wake up in war, tanks down the street
Walls tumble down, this your defeat
Breathless choking in the heat
A stranger helps you to your feet

Its a custom this suspicion
To hide truth from tradition?
Can you read the scripture
Can you see yourself in the picture

One man blesses each new day
Gets on his knees so he can pray
Another man scoffs at the other mans ways
Will they ever see each other through the haze
If culture is a pearl and truth is your mast
Dont make a prison from the past
For what was once will not last
You'll find your boat sinking pretty fast
So when your race has run
And all is said and done
A solitary bushman hunts under the sun
But on sunday he plays footy WITH EVERYONE

FEEL THE MOTION

I am a drop of water
In the spiritual ocean
I know that i am
Cause i can feel the motionI am a sacred page
In the book of life
This library would be nothing
Without a record of my strifeOne day when this building
Is not needed anymore
And all the books and pages
Are scattered on the floorWhen all the worldly pain
Cause suffering no more
And the joys of the world
Are ushered through the doorWhen fire burns the paper
And lays the ashes on the sand
The wind blows the rain
Across the holy land The water washes clean
What the words had to say
Spirits now are free to simply
Go on their way

ARMAGEDDON OUTTA HERE

Who will save the innocents
And who gave you your inner sense
Will you be a spaceman
Or just a lonely specimen

You may want to scream it aloud
It seem that its just not allowed
I 'm a getting outta here

Is it just the paranoia
Or tell me does this power annoy ya
Will we surrender to a higher power
Or dash around at the eleventh hour

If it comes in two or sixty years
Will you be able to quell the fears
I'm a getting outta here
Will you join me on the other side
Or find out that everybody lied
Armageddon outta here

You may want to scream it aloud
It seems that its just not allowed
Armageddon outta here

What good then the economy
Living in a post world catastrophe
What is here is nothing new
I have no wisdom greater than you If it comes in two or sixty years
Will you be able to quell the fear
Armageddon outta here
Will you join me on the other side
Or find out that everybody lied
Armageddon outta here
Armageddon outta here
Armageddon outta here