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Say it Again
02:30
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Running out of things to say,
Finally reached the point where silence is a word.
But I've become harder of hearing, so I'll say
"Say it again."
Thumbing through the pages of time,
Finally reached the point where there is no return.
But I'm taking up precious space now, so my time
My time is a friend.
Charging through the chapters and verse,
Harnessed with hell-leather and worse.
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Looking Up
03:58
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He was standing at the wicket
In his hand, a one-way ticket
He was really in the thick of it, he really tried to stick it out.
She was doing up her bootlace
Kneeling down beside her suitcase
She'd been slaving at the coalface without an ounce of headspace at all.
Now the last door is shut, lying on the floor but
Things are looking up
So don't look down
Fill your paper cup
But don't you drown.
They were standing on the platform
Outside it wasn't that warm
His persuasion was an artform, her happiness was reborn again.
Now the last door is shut, It's true, you couldn't make it up
Things are looking up
So don't look down
Fill your paper cup
But don't you drown.
Things are looking up
But don't look down
Things no longer suck
But don't lose your crown
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Trickle Down
07:35
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Here are the lyrics:
When I think about the money spent
On corporate bailouts, 'too big to fail'?!
And I wonder where the money went,
Did it trickle down, is my cheque in the mail?
If it is I'm gonna spend it all,
And piss it up against a wall.
Corporate socialism spreads the wealth
Among the richest of the one percent.
But constant bitching about it's bad for your health,
And deep resentment is left to foment.
And I don't know if it's my windfall
That's raining down like free alcohol,
But I'm gonna fucking spend it all.
Then Bernie and his minions made off (Bernie Madoff, geddit?)
With tens of billions till we woke up.
And those with their billions spend millions to hide their trillions.
But most of the time there is no reason nor rhyme
Why I should join the breadline, while my goldmine is still mine.
But I can walk, and I can talk, and I can almost hear your voice.
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Lazy
04:41
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Here are the lyrics:
Don't come 'round, all up-wound,
Like a high-strung shooting star.
Don't be so, like a sideshow
Amplifying outrage at an avatar.
You won't get any reaction from here
My eyes are closed, wishing to disappear
'Cause I'm lazy, I can't be bothered
'Cause I'm lazy, and I don't care.
I'm just lazy, it doesn't matter
If I'm lazy, and I'm not changing, Davey.
I won't dance, there's no chance
You will ever hear me sing.
No travel, too much hassle,
Self denial is a beautiful thing.
You don't believe the importance of slumber,
My eyes and ears are so closed, it's no wonder
That I'm lazy, I can't be buggered
'Cause I'm lazy, and I don't care.
I'm just lazy, it doesn't matter
If I'm lazy, and I'm not changing, Tracey.
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Here are the lyrics:
Don the Suit and Tipsy Dialect,
Together living in a fool's paranoid.
Don was always wanting to connect,
But Tipsy woke up and walked into the void.
"What the hell is wrong with you?
What do you want me to do?"
Well, there's nothing I want, and there's nothing I need
Enough to misinform, betray, cheat or mislead.
And there's nothing I want, and nothing I need
To make me want to walk away from you.
Jim Dandy, the removalist,
Lived in a flat, bleak factory block.
A busy-heading-nowhere lazy opportunist,
Burst through the door like an electric shock.
"OK, this is a stick up,
Raise your eyebrows, and put your feet up!"
There's nothing I want, and there's nothing I need
More than all your money and a handful of weed.
And there's nothing I want, and nothing I need
To make me want to walk away from you.
Then Don and Jim met, and the ink was still wet,
When they decided honesty equals poverty.
And then they both agreed that there's nothing they need
Enough to make them walk away from
Don and Jim Dandy, who now upped the ante,
Pursued by fans from far and wide and one vigilante,
Went too far, it seemed, when one of them screamed,
"Enough, I have to walk away from you!"
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When we finally met the owner
(I guess I'll wait here)
Introduced as one 'Fiona',
(I know the feeling well)
We hit it off with her partner, Sally
(I guess I'll wait here for you)
She was more up our alley.
(I know the feeling well)
Sally had a brother called Dennis
(I guess I'll wait here too)
Who promoted monkey tennis,
(I know the feeling well)
He collected collagen eggplants
(I guess I'll keep waiting here)
And painted paintings by the Rembrandts, yes, indeed.
(I know the feeling well, I know the feeling well)
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Don the Suit and Handy Jim Dandy
(I guess I'll wait here)
Discussed their modus operandi.
(I know the feeling well)
Don changed into a suit of drama
(I guess I'll wait here for you)
He stole from a man in Yokohama.
(I know the feeling well)
Jim Dandy, while boiling up some brandy
(I guess I'll wait here too)
Offered Sally and Fiona some candy
(I know the feeling well)
He sang a song by Bodhidharma
(I guess I'll keep waiting here)
While changing into flannelette pajamas, yes, indeed.
(I know the feeling well, I know the feeling well)
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
Flotsam, jetsum, whenever you can get some.
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Here are the lyrics:
Hey, is Don the Suit here?
Hey, it's been a good year.
We're rolling in clover, it's fun till it's over,
And silence doesn't work against violence.
Hey, Sally and Fiona
Together, really hit a homer.
Relentlessly chased 'em, they weren't no time waster,
And kill or be killed is a two-person job.
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Black Inc.
02:45
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Black Inc. Know enough to realise.
Black Inc. Recognise Enterprise.
Black Inc. Don the suit and do your hair.
Black Inc. Tie your tie as if you care.
Black Inc. is pouring down,
To drink, perchance to drown.
Don't blink, it's not coming 'round again.
Black Inc. Sent upstairs ASAP.
Black Inc. Helps if you have ASP.
Black Inc. Hold your nose and shoo the flies.
Black Inc. Cross your fingers, tell your lies.
Hoodwink, went bottom up,
Red Inc. is coming up,
Don't blink, they're coming after you.
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Wimmera
06:52
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Life on Titan: 2
06:52
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Here are the lyrics:
Where to go now, the night is closing in.
Where to go now, the air is getting thin.
And there's no-one on the street
Save the suffocating heat that beats your lungs till morning comes.
Where to go now, the wind is getting strong.
Where to go now, been walking all day long.
Now there's people everywhere
Breathing up the precious air into their lungs till night time comes.
Where to go now, the days are dark as night
Where to go now, I've been searching for a light
Now there's not a soul around,
Not a person to be found, where did they go, can someone show us?
Where do we go to?
Where do we go to now?
Follow the signs, follow the leader.
Go where they lead you,
Go where they go, and don't look back.
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Denim Jacket
05:16
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Here are the lyrics:
Put my hand in my jacket pocket
Full of yellows and greens.
There's a hole but I'm glad I got it,
I don't know what it means.
Pull a fistful of colours from it,
Shove 'em in my eyes.
But it looks like unicorn vomit,
Side order of flies.
Wrong jacket! Force of habit
Made me pick up someone else's tennis racquet.
Can't hack it! What a racket!
Makes me want to find a car and attack it.
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Fresh Out of Fucks
03:37
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Pardon me if I don't look the part,
Like a low-rent Napoleon Bonaparte.
But part of me is starting to fall apart,
So mend the holes with a complimentary colour chart, abstract art is me.
Even if leaf green and teal are the colours of the year,
I won't be wearing them this season, have no fear.
Pardon me, it seems like you're out of luck,
And part of me isn't going to be a schmuck,
I'm fresh out of fucks to give.
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Ian Kitney Japan
Awarded Best Soundtrack for Drown (Australian independent feature film) at San Diego’s 17th Annual LGBT Film Festival,
FilmOut!
I have been composing, recording and performing music for many years in Australia.
Currently residing in the Lo-Fi DIY Recording Studio in countryside Japan, where my neighbours are cows, rice fields and old farmers whose dialect I will never understand.
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