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'AUSTRALIAN CHILDRENS SONGS' in my "FRIEND SPACE".
"And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same."
Nelson Mandela
"Only the shallow know themselves."
Oscar Wilde
"Homer on the gallows - his feet swollen & you
wondering why there is no eternity & that you
make your own eternity & why there is no music
& that you make your own music where there
are no alternatives & that you make your own
alternatives."
Bob Dylan
::The Songs::
SUICIDE BOMBER KISS
(View 'My: Videos' for video clip of this song, rated 'M', for mature audiences)
...then you’ll go looking / you’d be looking for a path in-between the callous & the beautiful / it depends on what you’re looking for & what you might find / & if you find it, what it means / what tunnel you’ve gone down / whether it’s the darkest tunnel or / or nothing at all / it could be anything...
Not about terrorism so much as an erotic or existential journey.
The Freudian train. A journey through the darkness. Looking for the light at the end of the tunnel, with a chosen companion, until the journey's end.
The lyric about raving naked comes from graffiti you see in Sydney trains.
There's an official notice about travelling near the guard's compartment marked with a blue light. If you scrub out various letters, it can be changed to "rave naked with a blue light".
A simple four-chord riff, bass groove and a rhythm loop. But the little piano bits make it sweet I think.
"That act of helping someone die is more intimate than sex, it is more intimate than childbirth, and once you have done that, you can never be ordinary again." Minefields and Miniskirts by Siobhan McHugh
The video is a bit of nonsense really... but fun I hope...it certainly was fun for my son and his then girlfriend to shoot!
HALLELUJAH (LIVE)
My version of the well known song, recorded 'live' with a children's choir of approx 400 kids plus about 15 adults. It was a once only event and thus is presented warts and all. I hope you like it.
The final chorus is worth waiting for.
God is my imaginary friend. We play mind games in my bedroom, in the dark night.
For more info check the 'lyrics' box of the song
THE PRISONER AND THE DREAM GIRL
The title came from a newspaper article about a prisoner-of-war who decades later, found the young woman he'd briefly met just before his capture and
whose image sustained him through the years of captivity.
The Middle-eastern sounding riff was something that came along one day, using my little finger around an A minor chord.
The lyric/story/sounds/images pretty well wrote it/themselfs.
Playing around with internal rhymes & alliteration & images, but it does all mean something.
The instrumentation was basically suggested by the riff
Tunji Beier, amazing percussionist, provided most of the drumming, to which was added ceramic tile scrapers, tambourine, guitars and melodion.
The great fiddle playing is by Marcus Holden who some people may have seen playing in Mic Conways National Junk Band.
(Just wanted to drop their names... Lucky me... A real privilege to have them play on one of my songs.)
A BEAUTIFUL LIE
I rather like this pretty little one, lite, with a tiny dash of serious.
Check the tail on the reverb on the last note of the violin solo... the production is nice and open, to my ears anyway.
There's a slight nod to 'Under the Milky Way' by the Church, and a slighter connection with (Australian poet) Michael Dransfield's ‘Overdose.’
Those who believe everything is for the best simply can't have been looking...but hey, let's just keep dancing... let's break out the booze...
"After two or three notes of the piano the door was opened all of a sudden to the other world. I sped through heaven and saw God at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defences and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart. It did not last very long, a quarter of an hour perhaps; but it returned to me in a dream at night, and since, through all the barren days, I caught a glimpse of it now and then. Sometimes for a minute or two I saw it clearly, threading my life like a divine and golden track."
Herman Hesse
