Chasing The Sun

by Andrew Garton

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1.
05:13
You're my favourite politician If it weren't for you I wouldn't be me If it weren't for you I wouldn't be free to sing this song in the clouds with wings on my back to my Muttie below crying for her son who went to your war If it weren't for you I wouldn't be at all If it weren't for you I wouldn't be at all You're my dream politician You did the good things, you did the bold things You took the brave decisions Now I'm on a beach in another green world left my Muttie on Earth to hide from the drones that target the heat from her heart the whites of her eyes remain unseen seeing into the life of things seeing into the light of... And it's an empty glass toast, empty Glass toast, empty Do you trust your politicians Are they the voice you wanted the fight you need to take down the enemies of our dream to perish under one law, one god, one tongue, one brain no mind and terror for all if it weren't for them we'd having a ball if it weren't for them we'd having a ball if it weren't for them... And it's an empty glass toast, empty Glass toast, empty toast, empty Glass toast, empty
2.
I believe in you way out there I believe you're here / In yer space craft listening to bugged-eyed men / lookin down here 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 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
3.
04:34
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
4.
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 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
5.
Chasing the sun to Muizenberg, tracing out waves in Kalk Bay Under blue skies I dream you through, salt is sweet on your skin my dear Bulldozin Bergies off the beach again, Kalkies diners order snoek and chips Languid Sundays on a Simonstown yatch, clouds are growing off Table Top The Portofino swings from dusk till dawn, guitars playing all day long Shooting the breeze on the rocks below, a perfect coffee at Lino's Under the skies in the year of the wind, Sifu Roy plays another song Jammin with the moon in Beaverlac, Fresh African water from camp-site taps Walking barefoot to Danger Beach The tide is rising on the Brass Bell Bar catch of the day at the fishing fleet dock drive to Kommetjie in a rusty car Coon dancin on the pier to a banjo's rapid strum Beaded wire at Olympia's door heart shaped key rings yer friends will adore Smilin with all yer shiny whites whales blowin winter tide Speakin with a Xhosa tongue g'day gets you... Gets you the sun to Muizenberg, tracing out waves in Kalk Bay Under blue skies I dream you through, salt is sweet on your skin my dear
6.
02:50
7.
05:56
Good morning Mason Cove Stretch yer arms to greet the sky Lean into yer A-frame cross Lord knows, hundred lashes strong Me bones warm beneath torn flesh Blood my feet, red river runs I'm to be whipped for your sins Lord knows, hundred lashes strong It's a beautiful day on Dieman's Land I love to look out over Storm Bay, Oh it's a beautiful day Steal me a musket and hunting dogs Leg-irons, my music box I'm bound to me A-frame cross Lord knows, hundred lashes strong Drown me in the shipyards yonder String me from a noose in Hobart town I'm your New Christ on a A-frame cross Lord knows, hundred lashes strong It's a beautiful day on Dieman's Land / I manage a smile to this tear dry face / It's a beautiful day Devil's turned from his hooded flock I'd give my tongue to rest my head in stocks I'm your New Christ on a A-frame cross Lord knows, hundred lashes strong Lord knows... It's a beautiful day on Dieman's Land / I love to look out over Storm Bay / It's a beautiful day
8.
06:26
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 Outer space moonshine dreaming, Older than memory star dust hurricane
9.

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Acoustic mixes and out-takes for Garton's next album written during his residency at Dunmoochin in regional Victoria (Australia). These tracks were recorded in various locations including Cape Town, South Africa and Pontville, Tasmania.

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released November 7, 2013

Composed, arranged and produced by Andrew Garton.

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Andrew Garton Melbourne, Australia

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

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