From the recording Come To Me
The Devil's Fly is a mythical, windswept, barren place, somewhere between Quilpie and the Western Australian ocean.
Wikipedia - “a vlaie, vly /vlaɪ/ or fly /flaɪ/ is a swamp or marsh”
Drums - Evan Jenkins
Bass - Jennifer Maidman
Guitars - nylon, electric - Ollie Clark
Electric Guitar - Elvis Kernaghan
Organ - Paddy Milner
Percussion - Karlos Edwards
Vocals, acoustic guitar - Maryen Cairns
Backing Vocals - Sani Bolton
Written by Maryen Cairns
Produced & Arranged by Chris Kimsey
Mixed by George Murphy at Eastcote Studios
Recorded in Springbrook, QLD & Eastcote Studios, London.
Lyrics
The Devil's Fly
(by Maryen Cairns)
If life out there itself is nothing live to die & cry
and scream the thought of every preacher who teaches how to lie
The Wedge-tails pick & Dingos gnaw at everything alive
No matter what your prayerbook is it'll hang on 'till you die
The desert sky at night is pink, the drovers drink or die
The hip flask in their leather pocket is the mark of the Devil's Fly fly fly fly
The flask shall fall on deathly sands, the desert fly is dead
and nothing more shall sing or be 'till black devils sink through your head
The Wedge-tails pick & Dingos gnaw at everything alive
leaving skeletons surrounding you on the edge of the devil's fly
The desert sky at night is pink, the desert is alive
Deep within the crevices live the scorpions & reptile reminders
If life out there itself is nothing live to die & cry
but take a hike on a deep trail bike to see where the devil lies
Out on the Devil's Fly