Versions

Version	Length	Source	Availability
Studio	4:28	CD versions except original and in Horn of Plenty of the Human Frailty album.	Extremely common. Available new in CD and digital form.
Studio	4:28	Cargo Cult (3 X EP’s) album.	Moderately rare. Not available new.
Studio	4:26	2 CD versions of the Natural Selection album.	Moderately rare. Not available new.
Studio	4:28	Collected Works album.	Extremely common. Not available new.
Studio	4:28	Living Daylight EP.	Moderately common. Not available new.
Studio	4:28	Mushroom Records CD version of the What’s A Few Men? album.	Moderately rare. Not available new.
Studio	4:27	Anthology album.	Moderately common. Available new in digital form.
Live [1]	4:42	1987 05 16 Live at The Channel, Boston, USA (for Westwood One) Cassette	The Vault digital download at True Believers, 11 March 2013.
Live [2]	5:04	Raw Material #08 1987 05 21 RPM album.	The Vault Desk Tape streaming audio.

Recommended Version.

Commentary

Comments from the “Natural Selection” liner notes (by Mark Seymour):

The shock of poverty. Flinders Street Station, under the clocks, sacred site, home of the homeless, the temporarily deranged, the permanently transfixed. The merciless northerly has swung to the south west bringing rain across the bay. Steam rises from the tracks of platform two.

Lyrics

They say everything that rises
Will be brought down
And anyone who’s anybody
Is getting out of town

The high heels of the long weekend
Clatter in the street below
Somebody got pinned again
Underneath my window

The crowd roars on the wind
I call out your name
They’re keepin’ score on the radio
But it all sounds the same {home away game}

You never build to high
In January Rain
You never build to high
In January Rain

Punters on the platform
Stagger throughout the yellow light
Force the door and slash the seats
We’re all goin’ home tonight

Up and down the nature strip
The Sunday drinkers ride
Faith is flowin’ down the Esplanade
Drip tray and lemon tide

It’s perfect one day
That’s when it’s raining again
Crouched upon the ocean
It’s the city that I live in

You never build to high
In January Rain
You never build to high
In January Rain

They say everything that rises
Will be brought down
And anyone who’s anybody
Has already left town

The high heels of the long weekend
They clatter in the street below
Somebody got pinned again
Underneath my window

It’s perfect one day
That’s when it’s raining again
Crouched upon the ocean
It’s the city that I live in

You never build to high
In January Rain
You never build to high
In January Rain