Australian electro-femme outfit B(if)tek's first album, released in 1996. Some electronica nostalgia from the golden age of bleeps. Will be making this available to purchase again soon.

Sub-vocal Theme Park

This is the only album by Australian psyche-folktronica duo The Jilted Brides, released in 2009. Possibly what The Carpenters would have sounded like if they dropped acid and hung out with Leonard Cohen and an 808 drum machine.

Larceny of Love

This is the only album by Melbourne based psyche-folk-rock outfit Dust, released in 2007. A version of Dust reformed in 2012, renamed The Dust Revival Band: www.facebook.com/thedustrevivalband

DustSongs

The album 'Electro-Lollipop-Explosion' by Artificial is a fizzy electro-disco-lounge confectionery from 1998, with a '70s sheen. One reviewer described it: "If you could hear velour, it would sound like this".

Electro-Lollipop-Explosion

Deal With Your Disenchantment

From the album 'Citizens United'. Written and produced by Nicole Skeltys. Vox: Lucy Foley and Kim Marshall.

Venus Rising

From the album 'Citizens United'. Written  by Nicole Skeltys. Performed by Mark Gardiner, Ann Marie Sullivan, Ross McGregor and Nicole Skeltys.

Imagine Every Day

Can I Have Your Autograph?
 
Dear John the musical vineyard in which you toil 
Makes you unique in your vision, an artist royal 
They say you’re the ultimate beatnik, you know where its at 
In your psychedelic clockhouse self-drawn believer hat 
 
Mr John Norman, while your thoughts are formin 
Can I have your autograph? 
 
Mike Puleston entered then like he’d never left 
After 40 years of protest the man had scarcely slept 
He is a friend to the poor, making justice into law 
And he knew Bob Brown and he’s an eco-polymath 

Mr Mike Puleston, there’s no foolin’ 
Can I have your autograph? 

Nick Meyers’ Super-8 witnessed all he’d seen 
1970s, marine biologists dreams 
 No-one could match his style 
In weaving, cleaving, tenderly trapping scenes 
 
Mr Nick Myers love your film pliers 
Can I have your autograph? 
 
BREAK   
 
 Stardrops and tearlights ran down her cheeks 
When all the leading men they all agreed to meet 
They hailed a cab and off they went, each making history 
And she Xeroxed all their stories and shared them on the street. 
                  
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at 
We love the gentle people, we  want your autograph             
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at 
We love the gentle people, we  want your autograph           
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at 
We love,  love 
You

Can I Have Your Autograph?

Can I Have Your Autograph

Desolation Row (Updated) 
 
Well, David, he was a cheater 
And Stephan was an only child  
With Pete we made the most of it 
Like marriage for a while. 

 Love was fabulous catastrophes 
Like bowling balls rolled slow 
Now off the hook, the phones lie down 
On Desolation Row 

He was a father in the laundromat 
Who fed machines with dimes 
Then lent back in the plastic chair 
And texted to his wife 
 
The heavy eyelids lifted 
And threw me a direct gaze 
Sweet brown shoulders, long black hair 
Statement T-shirt from far off days. 
 
Time had pulled those years away 
But love swept him ashore 
And I wondered why every man I met 
Apparently needed more. 
 
It’s disappointing how laddered stockings 
Even now, just grow and grow 
And you don’t know the half of it 
On Desolation Row. 
  
Predatory attitudes 
Were apparently all the rage 
They wanted to see just what you’d do 
When you were put into a cage. 

Celebrities now in prison 
Doesn’t seem completely fair 
When sex had no rhyme or reason 
And step-fathers cruelly brushed your hair. 
  
Well, I hear they like Adele 
Nice pitter patter on the ears 
I hear they like Ed Sheeran 
A reliable way to hear. 
 
I guess from Tin Pan Alley, 
The lover birds have flown 
At 3.00 am, would I lie to you? 
From Desolation Row. 
 
There’s perspective that I’m twisting for 
Inside a kaleidoscope 
A view of life that makes sense to me 
With one who’ll help me cope 
 
But apparently that ain’t meant to be 
And I’m flipping these thoughts alone 
The nights run down then wake me up 
On Desolation Row. 
 
It’s the lottery of truth 
And she wants to gamble it all 
She’s leaning out the window 
Sees Off  Licence in the dawn 
Grabs her jacket and her phone 
Sees a billion ports of call 
Then slips it in her pocket 
Opens door, then leaves it all. 
  
It’s a funny old coincidence 
That you’re hearing what she’s saying now 
When you were late into the office 
Followed by that teenage pout. 
          
It’s a crime, but who is the criminal? 
They look the same, don’t you know             
The line-up is accusing you 
On Desolation Row.

Desolation Row (Updated)

Mr Television Man

(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television

Television way back then was tea-time for her soul
Though the seconds now have stole
Replaced the young with old
And what a Prince foretold
Is surely
Catching up with her.

An arm was flung across her head, upon a chenille bed
The police had lately said
That her Pa was dead
The sun looped round but never found
Just where her gaze left off
Was it on the jewelry box?
Or the plastic rearing horse?
A gift from an Aunt of course
Who didn’t understand where 
Destiny shattered.

(CHORUS)       
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television

Plasma rays gilded the days, of slowly sinking beams
Through tousled hair daydreams
They would repeat, it seems
The earnest sci-fi scenes
The spacecraft in green screen
Blake was murdered first
Now feelings in reverse
So helpfully rehearsed
The end felt more familiar than the start of it.

Mascared eyes blinked down from Mars and     
She loved him the most
He played piano ghost
She believed him most
Ziggy Stardust boast
On a saxophone afloat
Believed in him more than
Broken fingernails and diaphragms
Setting sail for the Sons of Oblivion.

Past August holiday ferris wheels
Down candy floss crossed childhood deals
Through Moms that tugged at slipping heels
Protecting what they feel
From sons that couldn’t deal
With anything too real
That’s where they’ve come from
And that’s where they’re going to.

(CHORUS)    
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television
                            
That’s what she saw, inside a hand, clasped 
Round a passing phase
Of Spock inside a haze
Of Technicolour glaze
Her mind could not erase
That year’s transported days
No lover’s eyes replayed
Those distant scratched up rays
From cathode tube displays
Of actor’s salad days
They meant what they could not say
Inside every piercing gaze
Though she longed for men
She got a sense of humour. 

(CHORUS)    
She heard there was a problem in the  execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television
And though they’ve gone they live within her vision
Her television

Mr Television Man

Old Enough To Be Your Mother

(CHORUS)      
I’m old enough to be your mother
I sure would like to be your lover
But I have got to face reality
When I’m fifty nine
You’ll be in your prime
And you’ll be leaving me for your own kind.

We like the same bands
And we like the same cult films
And when we go out dancin’
We even like to take the same pills

You take my hand and flatter me
You make me feel so young
A love to last is what I need
But you just want to have fun

(CHORUS)      
I’m old enough to be your mother
I sure would like to be your lover
But I have got to face reality
When I’m fifty nine
You’ll be in your prime
And you’ll be leaving me for your own kind.

I was watching my papa die
When you was learning how to drive
And love cannot abridge 
What time divides.

So lets stop this foolish dreamin’
In such innocence begun
If I’m old enough to be your mother
Then you’re young enough to be my son!

(BREAK)

(CHORUS)
I’m old enough to be your mother
I sure would like to be your lover
But I have got to face reality
When I’m fifty nine
You’ll be in your prime
And you’ll be leaving me for your own kind.

Deal With You Disenchantment

Old Enough To Be Your Mother

God Kills Someone Every Day
I've got a hole in my gut, a scar on my breast, 
A rip in my heart, a flat in my tyre
Lord, what did I do to disrespect you?
Make you so mad, bring down your ire?
I've kept myself alive to the tune of the hive 
Kept my nose completely to the grind
But now my days are reeling, because I’ve got this feeling
That my faith is about to rewind

(CHORUS)
Well I hear my conscience  say
You got it good,
So what if you hurt?
Oh, so you should                               
Nothing's so sweet it can't be swept away                               
Don’t you know God kills someone every day?
 
There was no way around the heartache highway
No exit ramps to be found
Just miles and miles of solo driving
Till I got to lonely town.
I heard there was a place of honour and respect
Where men make love to women, but I haven’t been there yet
I’ll be the first to buy a ticket if it came on the internet.

(Harmonica solo)

Then I felt His hand upon my shoulder
I knew, yes I knew I was old, getting older
There’s truckers to whom I must give way
Pull over, take the exit off the cosmic highway.

You didn’t come to see me Angel Gabe
But I gave birth to Jesus anyway
I still take it personal, though I hear the angels say
You know God kills someone everyday?

(CHORUS)
Well I hear my conscience  say
You got it good,
So what if you hurt?
Oh, so you should
Nothing's so sweet it can't be swept away
Don’t you know God kills someone every day?

God Kills Someone Every Day

She Never Quite Believed You

And you could turn a sneer into a snarl into a snare
For the heart                                                                              
And though she knew deep down it was just art
She played her part.
You gasped 
And slid your shouts down the old blues harp 
Your words wrapped round like lace
A world seen better 
From her covered face.

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never  
Quite believed you.

She's shaking out her spare change and she’s
Throwing it 
Into your beggars cup down                                     
You didn't know what that meant
But you looked it up.
And you found it was a figure of speech long gone
And beckoned 
On and on.

She followed like the Queen of Spades
And you tried to evade
The questions that she made
"Did you see me with my shades 
pulled tight? Satin dress that didn't fit right
Bottle blonde on blonde for you  tonight
Trembling hand next to yours as I drank and I
Saw right through you?

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never  Quite believed you.

(HARMONICA BREAK – x2)

In Mexico, ah gentle soul
Mother Mary and a Barbie Doll
Then mystical disclaimer post¬bordello 
And you shook out your change and you
Tried to pretend
The feeling was strange
But in the end
It was mutual.
The strokes on your face left her all alone
But the inspiration was second to none
You opened a window to a smash of sunshine
And opened another bottle of wine.

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never  
Quite believed you. 

Well, she's a widow now, and older than you'd care to imagine
As the wipers scrape down the horizon
You turn around, and there they are
Wife and children in the back of the car.
There's a carpark ahead that someone will understand
So you turn off for refreshments, just like a man.
But you didn't try for closer no matter what you said 
You just lent into the mirror with a '50s slick ahead
And you parted 
Your soul instead.

(CHORUS)
Well, her heart was torn in two
But nothing that a mountain or two
Couldn't have moved in you
Why bother with a straight delivery?
When the crooked walks got you lost
At so little personal cost
Well she never  
Quite believed you.

She Never Quite Believed You

Tattered Skirt Girl

With your patterned knowledge of the past, 
And the paisleys, stars and stripes
The struggles that entwined them 
Printed artfully over white

Hung in your coffee bars
Your loft distressed walls, 
Their politics kinda bores you
But the clothes suit you most of all.

(CHORUS)
All you wanted was a 
A place in the world
Your flag to unfurl 
As a tattered skirt girl.

You recited your swipes 
On Tinder by rote
You stretched out your body
On that big wide digital slope

That morning a pensioner 
Asked “How’d you vote?”
You nodded for an answer
As your headphones kept you remote

(CHORUS)
All you wanted was a 
A place in the world
Your flag to unfurl 
As a tattered skirt girl.

Last night’s Uber ride 
You wept into your change
And vowed to hunt down all your friends
Who’d escaped the rifle range

Of self-interrogation.
While  the troops you needed fast
Were screaming words their kings
Had teleprompted to the last.

(HARMONICA BREAK)

From the CNN desks
From the pay on demand
They lay back and think of you 
On Arabian sands
It’s a quite a flattering experience
It’s an imaginary deliverance
White or black, covered or displayed
It’s you they want to lay

(CHORUS)
 Pointing at you with their 
Finger twirls
The stenciled street suburbs
All yours, tattered skirt girl.

Outro

Tattered Skirt Girl

Well I feel scared and I feel lost, and I feel anger too 
But I just aint dumb enough to take it out on you 
I guess you just ain't educated, I guess cos they closed the schools 
I guess cos you voted for greatness, for those that were born to rule 
Mexicans, Bulgarians, refugees in Nauru 
If there's one thing you seem to be certain of, they ain't nothing like you 
There are no simple solutions to your economic pain 
But you deal with your disenchantment by finding someone to blame. 

I saw 16 vestal virgins, just dying to be born 
But on all the Starbucks laptops, the boys were watching porn 
I saw the Thin White Duke, a ghost riding the rails 
I saw one million weepers boarding ships that couldn't sail 
I heard the roar of selfies, on Instant megaphones 
I bent to hear a blade of grass, that swore it was alone 
I saw them breathe in Windsor, in London watched them choke 
They waved at disenchantment, I was trying to see the joke 

The truthless Mayor's eyes mesmerised through photo opps designed 
To slip down Twitter alleys while guns marched up behind 
Men without conviction, started swarming everywhere 
While the readers got addictions to comments in thin air 
I heard the tolling bells, though the bell ringer's resigned 
I heard 10,000 Voices singing nothing all in time 
Saw White Helmets finding hands reaching through the rubble 
Resisting disenchantment, they were asking for trouble 

(HARMONICA BREAK) 

A golden shower rained hard on power, a Trump card had been laid 
While the jesters in the New York Times demanded to paid 
Happy Birthday Mr President, from Russia with love 
Big Brother’s on the moon and they want to shoot you from above 
I met a homeless astronaut, who asked the way to Mars 
I met a girl who faked a smile, and wondered who she was 
Nails detailed, hairs in braids, and eyebrows that are threaded 
It won’t deal with her disenchantment, but she’ll certainly look better. 

The Masters of War, danced to Grime Core, and they'd take your life without asking 
Religious sheriffs spilled blood in the streets, but no-one's beliefs were the problem 
'Je Suis Charlie', said the clown in her tweet, while Boko Harim stole her daughter 
There's a corporation that will celebrate you, if you sing in a prostitute manner 
So you didn't get the sex to which you were rightfully heir? 
Just deal with your disenchantment, grow up and get out of here.

From the album Dust Songs
featuring Dave Bower, Mark Gardiner, Nicole Skeltys, Ann Marie Sullivan, Gavin Vance 

The Message

From the album Dust Songs, featuring
Dave Bower, Mark Gardiner, Nicole Skeltys, Ann Marie Sullivan, Gavin Vance

Turning Back

From the album Dust Songs, featuring Dave Bower, Mark Gardiner, Nicole Skeltys, Ann Marie Sullivan and Gavin Vance

I'll Bear Witness

The Child

Set Apart

From the album Larceny of Love, by The Jilted Brides. All tracks Nicole Skeltys. Features Tanya Andrea Stadelmann on vox and Mark Gardiner on guitar

Feelings Never Felt Before

From the album Larceny of Love, by The Jilted Brides. All tracks, Nicole Skeltys. Features Tanya Andrea Stadelmann on vox

Rescue

From the album Larceny of Love, by The Jilted Brides. All tracks Nicole Skeltys.

Love Is Everywhere

From the album Larceny of Love, by The Jilted Brides. All tracks Nicole Skeltys. Features Tanya Andrea Stadelmann on vox.

Sunlight On The Snow

From the album Larceny of Love, by The Jilted Brides.  All tracks by Nicole Skeltys. Vox Tanya Andrea Stadelmann, bass Gavin Vance, guitar Mark Gardiner

Lot To Learn

From the album 'Sub-vocal Theme Park', by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford

Cosmic Love

From the album 'Sub-vocal Theme Park' by B(if)tek. Written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford.

Dasein

From the album 'Sub-vocal Theme Park' by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford

Quite a World

From the album 'Sub-vocal Theme Park' by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys

The Climb

From the album 'Sub-vocal Theme Park', by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Kate Crawford.

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford.

Afternoon On the Porch

Convergence

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written and recorded by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford.

Driving Home

Faded Blue

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford.

For Your Seventh Birthday

Guide and Recieve

Hi-Fi

In Memoriam

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford

Into the Clouds

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys.

Norwegian Bedroom

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written and performed by Kate Crawford.

Projects for a Rainy Day

Read to Me

Scatter Frost Like Ashes

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek. Track written by Kate Crawford.

Something Waiting

Theme to 'The Translators'

Unisex

From the album 'Frequencies Will Move Together' by B(if)tek.  Original by Nicole Skeltys and Kate Crawford, remixed by Telemetry Orchestra.

Faded Blue (The Cyan Sigh Mix)

From the album Electro-Lollipop-Explosion, by Artifical. Original track by The Real Thing, remixed by Nicole Skeltys.

Can Ya

From the album 'Electro-Lollipop-Explosion', by Artificial. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys.

OK Equipment

From the album 'Electro-Pop-Explosion', by Artificial. Written and performed by Nicole Skeltys. Thanks and vale Steptoe and Son.

No Taste In Music

Whats Wrong With Theory

Old & Ripe

From the album 'Libraries Are Fun', by Artificial. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys

Peppy & Cheap

From the album 'Libraries Are Fun', by Artificial. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and DJ Toupee.

Any Ladies

From the album 'Electro-Lollipop-Explosion' by Artificial. Track written and performed by Nicole Skeltys and DJ Toupee.

Whatever Turns You On

From the vinyl release 'Stoner Classix Vol 2'. Track by Dark Network.

Superquartet

From the vinyl only release 'Stoner Classix Vol 2'. Track by Dark Network.

Distant

Theme to the syndicated Lonely Planet TV series '6 Degrees', composed by Nicole Skeltys and Byron Scullin.

Theme From Lonely Planet Six Degrees

From the soundtrack to the Lonely Planet travel TV series '6 Degrees', composed by Nicole Skeltys and Byron Scullin.

B-Boys In Brooklyn

From the soundtrack to the Lonely Planet travel TV series '6 Degrees', composed by Nicole Skeltys and Byron Scullin. Voice over by David Evans.

Asha  International Spicy Lady

From the soundtrack to the Lonely Planet TV series '6 Degrees', composed by Nicole Skeltys and Byron Scullin.

Havana Storm Warning

I'm an Australian musician who has had many bands and bandwagons over the years.  These include: seminal electro-femme outfit B(if)tek, lo-fi disco solo project Artificial,  psych-folk-rock band Dust and its later miraculous rebirth as The Dust Revival Band (TDRB)and USA based psychedelic folk duo The Jilted Brides.  My latest album is as 'Nicole Skeltys and The Disenchanted', a four piece folk-rock outfit based in London. We perform my latest (2018) and 12th album 'Deal With Your Disenchantment', a 21st century woman's take on Dylan's classic albums of the '60s/ early '70s, all original material. We also perform tracks from my extensive back catalogue, including live versions of my early electronic tracks, depending on mood.

NicoleSkeltys

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