Published in Overland Issue 207 Winter 2012 · Uncategorized Starvation Box Blues Joe Dolce When I got myself this Starvation Box my daddy told me son you’re bound to lose you ain’t never gonna make no money playing that guitar only give you the Starvation Box blues. Now I’ve stood in that Welfare line I’ve passed the hat and I’ve played for food I hope my luck changes soon I’m sick of these Starvation Box blues. Sometimes I want to smash this Starvation Box build a fire just to warm my feet or bust it into little pieces and use the toothpicks to pick my teeth. My music has got me through some hard times music has made me jump and shout this Starvation Box has been my best friend for so long Lord I just can’t turn it out. Sometimes I wish I had me a regular job and was making steady money just like you instead of living with so much damn uncertainty and all these Starvation Box blues. Joe Dolce Joe Dolce moved to Australia in 1979, becoming a citizen in 2004. He is known internationally for the most successful Australian song in history, ‘Shaddap You Face’, which reached number one on the pop charts in fifteen countries. He has achieved award-winning recognition as a songwriter, serious composer and poet. More by Joe Dolce › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.
