a small handful of weird songs I wrote during lockdown in vaughn. recorded in between playing ping pong with sam and eating delicious slow breakfasts and adventurous dinners with jazz and tilly at till's farm on dja dja wurrung country in early june. 

4 track, acoustic guitar I bought for $50 in mandurah western australia, bass, gum leaves, slide, iphone in a tree, tambourine, sam's harmonica, radio I found in the shed, casio sk1

no time

wakeywakey eggs and bakey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch5lOo5cL1U      for alice -- living is an art to be good at    :))) <33

dave bixby-morning sun

morning sun dave bixby

vitamin

well I could rest here all day long but i won't, I'm not at a five anymore. and when i see you around here, well i know, you're not kind anymore. well bad things do not come in threes, i can not see. and i don't doubt you'll lose yourself again somewhere around at ten.

54321

i waited for you summertime, i waited for you my sunshine. well its not like a sunny day is gonna make me feel in a better way. itsa bad things that make you feel good and the small things that make you feel mad. not always i am away, you only talk to me when u have nothing else on that day. don't talk to me like I'm younger than you. dont talk to me like you've always got something to prove. you're not that nice anyway.

youre not that nice anyway

talking

well what a cheap card for language to play
when there are no better words to portray my being a worthless welterweight, than they
she said her flight was morning Wednesday
and it's not economical for her to stay
and at this point there's no return, it’s a little too much to pay

she met again my descent for the accent
pulled me in and put me up to a liquored lament
and wrote me down, though I had hardly made a dent, or any sense
I'm living off wine, but to who's detriment?
I'm still written off by the would be sentiments
or perhaps I just cooked them
seems I'm a dead-end mistook for an ill, will-weakened friend
yeah we all tend to overlook the hems, when we're on the send

both he and I run demise for elation
so I'd have her know no less volition or dedication than his addiction
to non-prescription, sleeping and pain relieving, medication
when she comes to the bloody country, my guilty nation 

but I can't call it a win when I'm still stuck here, just waiting
I'm calling it in, me and him are being impatient
fuck, he's getting thin, doing heroin by my waist-end  
losing, but first place wasted
yeah, again, it looks like we’re racing
away from what we ain’t facing





lil bitch on big shred xxxx

de la

you should though.

ft. zaatar w/ fresh veggies

you can't think about it always

the weather cant make up its mind

recorded january2018, never finished, tom did drums (thanks tom)

youre not that nice anyway

mio