Release the Eagle

**For Atticus**

I understand you haven't heard the band
With the bass players.
I warn you, they travelled to Hawaii;
Tropicana music they were writing.

It's the Roussemoff Calypso Holiday,
they would'e written calypso anyway!

Atticus now plays the maracas,
And Matt instead the banja.
Now Dave is known for that low rumble,
now he'll contribute a slighty mambo.

I understand you haven't heard the band,
With the two bass players

It's the Roussemoff Calypso Holiday,
They would'e written calypso anyway!
(Slow Numbers, Slow Numbers, Slow Numbers, Slow Numbers,
This song is Slow Numbers by you guys;
We changed it to a major-key so you can bop your head along to the calypso rhythm)

Calypso Holiday

**For Mark**

It's your birthday today,
a special event,
quadruple your age and you'll be probably dead

I said you're twenty-five now,
Lord knows how,
Dooby-doo-doo,
Systema kapow!

Twenty-Five Birthday Jive

**For Anish**

Did you see the guy with the Superman curl?
He travelled to the sun with a twist and a twirl;
He spent a bit too long before he came back..
Oh, now I bet you'll think I'll say that he's black!

Without Darkness

BACKSTORY: In preparation for an event aimed to scare the living pant out of our dear friend Atticus, we decided we would write him a song to commemorate the occasion.
Whilst the scare never happened, the disco will live on.


**For Atticus**

We wrote this disco tune
because we scared the pant out of you

(Out of you, out of you, the pant out of you)

In case you die,
we consulted our lawyers
(with) what we should do.

(We should do, lawyers, consult pant)

Disco Pant

**For Matt**

I'm your birthday cake,
Put your knife in me.

Oh crap,
The knife is blunt (KNIFE IS BLUNT; SHARPEN IT!)

It's worthless,
Useless,
I can't use you,
Walk away,
Get another knife ('SAID OI!)

Candle

**For Matt** by Atticus J.B.

Once I met this guy Matthew,
He was perched up on a chair; joo-jabba-joo
It's his birthday and so I'm told,
That ____ Delaney-bo

He's making soy chais
And flat whites,
He only eats vegetables,
But he ain't gettin' any younger.
He's playin' bass, guy
Yeah guy guy,
And also;

Oi.

Once

**For Steve**

Today's Steven's birthday,
He's gonna have a good day,
Quickly run the other way,
We said oi! (No! No, you didn't..)

Will he wear his tan pant?
Will he wear his blue pant?
Sampling an organic plant,
Sexy boy!

I know Steven's on our side,
'Cos I know he's a yum-yum guy,
Blonde hair and imperfect eyes,
With those looks, he'll fly into the sky

I know Steven's on our side,
'Cos I know he's a yeah-yeah guy,
Blonde hair and imperfect eyes,
With those looks, he'll fly into the sky!

Y'know.. to China..

Let me tell you,
A story--no, NO WAITWAITWAIT!!

(Jonno what the hell was that, mate?? I wasn't ready yet!)

Birthday asphyxiation,
By my vomit-hands,
Alone in the funerium

I know Steven's on our side,
Cos I know he's a yeah-yeah guy,
With those looks he'll fly into the sky!

Into This Guy

**For Dave**

Hey! (Dave!)

You know the story of David,
He once fell out of a tree,
At that point he knew that he'd made it,
'Cos he fell on a Masters Degree;

He put it in his pocket and he got himself a job,
One that pays a lot, but means he has to be a knob,
His heart is true, his eyes are blue,
You're never gonna find him faking!

The Tale of O'Robinson

**For Georgina**

Travel buddies,
On the 109,
James and Georgie,
Always feelin' fine!

Travel Buddies

**For.. no one in particular** --coughs--

The simplest task is an eternal struggle,
I need you to work on the double,
The gel is setting in your hands,
Please move away from the microwave cos I _really_ need to use it..

The Eternal Struggle

**For Andrew**

I'm gonna tell you about the To,
There is only one thing you gotta know,
He's the ripest fruit of the times
So just forget about your lemons and limes
Skin so yellow he put Big Bird to shame,
Gave B1 and B2 very bad names,
But don't get me wrong, this kid's as cool as they come,
But he only gets jokes where the punchline's 'ya mum'

Cruise in your truck
Pick up dump

Awkward Andrew's flyin' high up in the sky,
Dressed so fine he'll make you wanna cry with his
Louis Vuitton threads he looks so fly,
It's the only time you'll see a pigeon wear a tie

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Representin' the 3023,
He's the finest thing to come from Cairnlea
Since.. well not really all that much has come out of there that I'm aware of.
(It's not even a suburb, is it?)

Awkward Andrew's flyin' high up in the sky,
Dressed so fine he'll make you wanna cry with his
Louis Vuitton threads he looks so fly,
It's the only time you'll see a pigeon wear a tie

(Got a pigeon, got a pigeon)
Awkward Andrew

So Fly

**For James**

Well here's a story
About the man with a mouth made of fire
He gets all the glory
Shoveling spices at a pace he desires

You can try and stop him
But he'll probably stare you down with those pretty-boy blues

It's just not worth it,
You'll probably end up getting
High-Tech Burrito all over your shoes

Them Pretty-Boy Blues

Now the ideal woman
Will have a head of fire (Oh, the redhead?)
She'll have the desire
To tame those oh so pretty-boy blues

But nothing can stand
Between this man and a small wheelbarrow of food

You'll find he's already fallen (hard)
For the likes of ingestible kilojoules.

Pretty-Boy Blues

**For Atticus**
Let us tell you about the man,
Who packed up his things and went to Japan, (HI-YA!)
Little did he know, it all was a scam;
They took his kidneys. (CHING CHONG!)

He traveled to Fujimi,
To purchase some sashimi,
He got a little confused converting to the Yen currency,
Counting on his abacus.... they took his arteries.

Oriental Adventure

I should explain.. Steven once told me about the repatriation of the song 'Katyusha' (most prominently known as a song by the Red Army Choir) by another country which saw the lyrics change to tell the story of an evil robber-man.. That said, hours of endless Googling to find any trace of this mysterious version came up with nothing.
This coupled with my father's penchant for trapping myself, my siblings and my friends in his study to listen to new Balkan flavours led to this recording.

Katyusha

**For Steven and Audrey**

Audrey and Steven's Icelandic adventure,
please have a safe flight,
remember to hydrate

We hope the weather
is doesn't rain volcano
24-hours of sunlight;
it's an ever-shining day

Respect local customs,
be friendly to strangers,
reiðan burt, ég vona að þú deyrð!

Icelandic Adventure

**For Matthew**


三十年前、ジュージャバな男の人は生まれました。
(30 years ago, a joo-jaba man was born.)

かれが マッチューになりました‼
(He became MATTHEW!!)


Machu Ni Narimashita

** For Steven **

Hello Steven,
It's your birthday yesterday, 
So happy birthday, oi!

Yesterday

**For James**

In the middle of the night,
in the shelter of the wind;
yes, there is a purpose for the things stored on the bin

We all know what's about to quickly leave my hand:
two Scotchies fixed together with a rubber band

The west, the east, the north, no warning,
we hope you're all ready for your pickup on Saturday morning!


Flying Bizkit

**For Tom**

See the sun reflect off his head,
Let me tell you you'll never see him dead by the seaside,
I don't know what that means,
But I think I may have seen him at the Brunswick Green

He's timid but not,
He'll tell you to fuck off,
But won't, but will
He'll eat at a lentil bar and pop a ten-dollar bill,
A ten-dollar bill

Little do people know his name is spelled as 'Tome',
His father named him after a garden-gnome,
Went missing in a turn of events,
That caused old Tome to have a shiny head

He's timid but not,
He'll tell you to fuck off,
But won't, but will
He'll eat at a lentil bar and pop a ten-dollar bill,
A ten-dollar bill

Garden Tome

**For Steve**

Welcome! (Reservation for two)
Dining? (Gaze upon the menu)
Something to start you off?
Fresh corpse (A new definition of finger food)

Post-mortem table cloth,
Headstone; menu
Eulogy; ingredients
(Grieving people waiting for table too)

Alfresco Funeral (Coffin is table)
Minister is waiter
A fine selection of yum-yum bodies

Seating around the sarcophagus,
Roast arm or lentil aesophagus,
Spinal cord, tomato sorce
Pancreas, bed of horse

Dessert? (Gaze at the menu)
Apricot face (Flourless cake made of tooth)

Alfresco Funeral (Graveyard is restaurant)
Cremation means overcooked
Grieving people no longer hungry


Alfresco Funeral

**For Kieran**

I said you better watch out,
He's comin' your way.
He's turning twenty-** today;
I said get out of his way

Talkin' 'bout Potassium,
Terra Moda fucka-shunt,
Born in nineteen eighty-**

Potassium!
Potassium!
It's his birthday, not the worst day
But a little bit better


Potassium

**For Shane**

Transcends guilt and shame,
With a shiny head,
His name is Shane
Roy Morgan is his game
His visual art is far from lame

Takes the tram, takes the train,
Has no car, has no plane,
Walks around Zoom in hand
What's the name of his favoured band?

Message To Harry Merkin

**For Lachlan**

Yeah!

It's your birthday;
Happy birthday,
It's a happy birthday today


Birthday Message Melody

Glam [Sampleset #1]

**For Atticus**

A, t-t, i-c, u-s
B-e, r-t, h-d, e-y
S-h, a-r, t and o
N-o, n-o, o-k

I, s-a, i-d, o-i
H-e, i-s, N, C-B
A-b, s-o, l-u, t-e
N-o, n-o, o-k

Ignore the legislation
Never hesitate to disapprove the regulation

Infinite resolution
Ethical food standards
Non sweat shop
Indeterminency of the manual transmission revolutions
Voting below the line
Foiled hi hats striving for unattainable tones
Something about being a vegetarian
Preference to digital recording; no interest in analogue
AMD processors, non-odd time signatures, bloody FLAC lossless!

You Turned To Me Like The Twisting Finger And Thumb Of The Forgotten Hand

Bullshitting genres since '09!
Created by Steven Socha and James Cvetkovski


If you would like Birthday, We Wrote to write a customised track for a gift, please contact James at birthdaywewrote@gmail.com to discuss rates and further details!

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