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Snow fell heavily in Graz the year I began writing songs for this album, some of the first I'd penned in more than a decade. It was October 2008. This album was recorded in Cape Town (South Africa), Pontville and Hobart (Tasmania, Australia), Graz (Austria), Montevideo (Uruguay) and Dunmoochin, Hurstbridge and Cottles Bridge (Victoria, Australia).

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released September 22, 2019

Written, recorded and produced by Andrew Garton with performances by Chip Wardale (bass), Simone White (drums), Kate Adam (marimba, percussion and bansuri flute), Aaron Leamon (nylon-string guitar), Ian Dixon (flugelhorn), Alex Bozas (ebow), Brydon Bolton (double bass), Ross Campell (drums), Crofty Beecroft and Mike Rudd (harmonica), Karen Higgs (vocals on Breath in Mine) Tony Nirta, Katherine Chinnick and Rachel Lowe (backing vocals) and Andrew Garton (guitars, keyboards, lead vocals).

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Andrew Garton Melbourne, Australia

Guitarist and keyboard player in the post-punk fusion trio Rat Kangaroo. Otherwise producing sound, music and film since the 1980s.

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Track Name: Muse
From the deepest darkest night
to the deepest darkest sea
Raise the anchor set a course for surprise
Stars shine by day and...
...night
Luna winds wail wildly
Sail on silver moon sail on
Spirited souls and chocolate hearts
And skyward facing, skyward facing
...grass
Spring and all she'll bring
Pretty and blissed
Something unfolding
I love a magical musical, I love a magical musical, I love a magical...
Muse
Track Name: Moon Is High
Old Ruby's puckered lips meeting with the Baker,
Moon is high...
She's got dinosaur heart beats a soapy lather

She's got him bound up with crystals 'n' stuff,
Moon is high...
Yeast bread fingers (now) probing in the dark

The people are waiting
cause that bread don't come
Old Ruby's puckered lips
mighty powerful stuff

The tailors gone and made a fine silk dress,
Moon is high...
Tie-dyed green to contrast those lips...

The butchers' gone 'n' ground a quality mince,
Moon is high...
to feed those lusty hips...

The people are waiting
cause that bread don't come
Old Ruby's puckered lips
mighty powerful stuff

She sits in the park crucible in hand,
Moon is high...
Alchemy on her lips...

Everyman host to her whims,
Moon is high
Alchemy on her lips...

The people are waiting
cause that bread don't come
Old Ruby's puckered lips
mighty powerful stuff
Track Name: Dog Line
I was trained as a pup to tear at flesh
smell the sweat of Man
I was made to hunger till it drove me wild
smell the fear in Man

Now I'm Howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line

Chained to a barrel at Eaglehawk Neck
with a whole-lotta-nuthin to do
Starved for flesh at salt waters edge
a whole-lotta-nuthin to do

But howl... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line


Some say food comes on two legs
skin all split from whippin
they is hardly good for feasting
all split from the whippin

So we howl... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line

Wish I was a Tassie Tiger
hiding from Man in them hills
Dreamin of bunnies 'n' foxes
Huntin with Man in the hills

But we're howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line

I'm really very very nice
Just don't leave me out at night
I'm really very very sweet
Captain gimme sumin to eat

Cause I'm howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Track Name: We Should Be So Smug
Look at them borders we keep
patrolling the deep
Turning back them boats
then we lie through grit teeth

They say we don't trust their religion
we don't trust their skin
We don't care for their children
and even less for their kin

We should be
We should be so smug
We should be
We should be so smug

... More chicken wings for the miners
more pardons for the bankers
more boys for the clergy
more media for the masses

More fees for the poor
many more laws for the vocal
no blankets for the homeless
no entitlements for yu all...

We should be
We should be so smug
We should be
We should be so smug

We lock them up on islands
So long as they don't come ashore
We're willing to carry the burden of violence
And turn our backs to the law

We got law breakers running the country
We have no leadership that serves
They've severed all dignity
They're gonna get just what they deserve...

We should be
We should be so smug
We should be
We should be so smug
Track Name: Heart In Resin
Nothing in yer face where your eyes ought to be,
Your bicycle helmet even looks out of place,
is that a smile or a grimace I wonder
yer red-pout lips like a puppet's going up 'n' down, going up and down

Once I heard your voice in sonnets,
shrill threshing of blow-flies remain,
rats scratching their pelt free of bugs,
they'll be tearing at my tin roof tonight.

And I wept in the snow till my boots cracked leather
eine kleine bear mein Talisman
Did you leave yer heart in resin (x2)

I killed you with grief and me selfish malaise,
I should've shone yer face to the Sun,
and all them bad things' would've perished
Should've shone yer face to the Sun.

Had you whispered all them words you sent...
Had you let me undress you in Holland...
Had you kissed the nape of my neck,
I wouldn't be livin in a mud-brick shack.

And I wept in the snow till me boots cracked leather
eine kleine bear mein Talisman
Did you leave yer heart in resin (x2)

Nothing in yer face where your eyes ought to be
rats scratching their pelt free of bugs,
Should've shone yer face to the Sun (x 2)
Had you let me undress you in Holland (x2)

And I wept in the snow till me boots cracked leather
eine kleine bear mein Talisman
Did you leave yer heart in resin (x2)

And I wept in the snow till me boots cracked leather
eine kleine bear mein Talisman
Did you leave yer heart in resin (x2)
Track Name: Home Town Vibe
Whatever happened to the folk in music
When a song was simply sung
Whatever happened to the folk in music
When a tune could be homegrown spun

Whatever happened to the sharing tunes
that never belonged to no one
Whatever happened to the story-telling
When you could give a tune your home town vibe

Whatever happened to the folk in music
when a poet could be sung
Whatever happened to the poetry in music
When fame didn't matter and singing songs was fun

Where are the singers born to be forgotten
heard in bars, never seen online
walking country to the rhythm of footsteps
them's the folks that bring their home town vibe

Whatever happened to the folk in music
When you didn't have a phone and it didn't matter none
Whatever happened to the folk in music
When every single word in the world could be sung

Out from frontier ballad makers came
As big as trucks in Guthrie's tunes
Leadbelly's 12 string strummed out of time
But them's the blokes that kept the homegrown live

The dead make money for those who claim their rights
There's a buck to be made from every tune
Some folks crave fame just to be heard
and then they'll want to own their home town vibe

Whatever happened to the folk in music
When you never heard the same song twice
Whatever happened to the folk in music
When guitars played till moon shun dry

Too few remember the songs of their country
Too few are taught the language of their kin
Maybe all the songbooks will Googled online
But who will teach our kids their home town...

Thousands of pianos shoved into landfill
Copyright's frozen music in time
Families sit at home, each with their i-thing
But they may never hear their home town vibe
Track Name: Alone In Space
I believe in you
way out there
I believe you're here
listening to bugged-eyed men
Their tryst with the Devil
ain't on the level
You've got them sussed,
you're gonna be here like the rest of us

You're teachin me
to live so fine
I believe you'll climb
to where their heads
have grown too wide
Cuttin ice with the Devil
and breathin heavy metals
Lungs are full of rust
You're gonna be here like the rest of us

The lottery draw's on the Devil's side
Some would say the end is nigh
Plucking whales from the deep blue sea
to stock a Tokyo restaurant
Pump action rifles in Sarawak
anything goes on a loggers day off

Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song

Will the corals grow again
will the Thylacine leave us here
Will the Tucan sing its song
to a world with no human...

Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song

(Instrumental break)

Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song

Will we walk on the Moon again
and marvel at our world
All alone in space
All alone in space
Track Name: Breath In Mine
I held your breath in mine for as long as I could,
breath in mine
for as long as I could

I felt your heart in time for as long as I could
heart in mind
for as long as I could

We tuned to the wires buried in the park
broadcasting stories from the world

We tuned our radios, so silent in the dark
As the Soviet's marched on Prague.

I heard your voice in mine for as long as I could
voice in mine
for as long as I could

I felt your hand in mine for as long as I could
hand in mine
for as long as I could

We tuned to the garden of forbidden names
read out one by one

Speak to me in Czech and liberate the spark
As the tourists march on Prague

[Instrumental]

We tuned to the field, a garden of wires
all the stories they told

I listened to her voice, night after night
Through the crackle and noise from Mars.

I pressed your lips to mine for as long as I could
lips to mine
for as long as I could

I held your hope in mine for as long as I could
hope in mine
for as long as I could
as long as I could
as long as I could

Wir an den Drähten im Park begraben abgestimmt
Rundfunk Geschichten aus der Welt
Wir abgestimmt unsere Radios, so still in der Dunkelheit
Da die Sowjets marschierten auf Prag.
Wir in den Garten der verbotenen Namen abgestimmt
Auslesen nacheinander
Sprich zu mir in der Tschechischen und der Befreiung der Funke
Da die Touristen Marsch auf Prag
Wir wollen dem Gebiet abgestimmt, einen Garten von Drähten
alle Geschichten, die sie erzählt
Ich hörte seine Stimme, Nacht für Nacht
Durch das Knistern und Rauschen von Mars.
Track Name: A Distant Swallow
I'm desperate for our loving
longing for our touch
Primed for a fever
Primed

Crawl me over and under
steer me to the spot
No end to the loving
when we’re listening out for us

Hold me to your skin
every supple place
Kiss me in the sunshine
on the grass sky ballet

Lead me through yer Tango
to the very spot
The tensions rising honey
when we’re listening out for us

When night time falls in Prague
amid a song of strings
Your voice a distant swallow
your voice

Listen for the last bees
I can smell the naked spot
We're tripping on serotonin
when we’re reaching out for us
Track Name: Last Drinks
Comes a time when nothing really matters
Comes a time when your Mother waves you bye
Comes a time you forget yer Daddy's laughter
and when last drinks are called
and when last drinks are called

Comes a time when there's nothing left to squander
when there's no one left to call
when there's no one left to remember
and when last drinks are called
and when last drinks are called

Comes a time when all is said and done
when fences won't need mending
and the Internet's a graveyard
and you're alone when last drinks are called
and you're alone when last drinks are called
and you're alone when last drinks

Before the ferryman the bell will ring

Outer space moonshine dreaming
Before the ferryman the bell will ring
Outer space moonshine dreaming
Older than memory, star dust hurricane

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