Mega Mix Tape 13

hasty home recordings, in between realities, while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's, vol. i

'Flow'

Falsestart: rhythm & bass
Scotty: lead, lyrics, vocals

I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
I can't decipher these riddles.
I know I must but can't seem to let it go.
The strength to see through these billows
brings restless nights to my pillows.
Spiraling, I can't seem to let it go.
I'm digging deep into will, though,
or it continues to kill, slow.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling.
I must find a 'good' way to overcome.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. 
I must find a 'good' way to overcome
or I will succumb. 

Society, I'm finding,
is difficult surviving.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Inside, I feel I'm dying.
Can't stop these tears from crying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Although you see me trying,
can't keep myself from flying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
So, I rise again. 

Your influence; uplifting. 
I feel my spirit shifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
My brain's begun its sifting
to keep my mind from drifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
This strength, it comes within me.
My destiny's within reach.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.... 

Here I am. 
My own man.
With no plans.
Flow.


flow (with Falsestart)

'rumbustious'

Scotty: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: everything else

Let me tell you 'bout the day I had.
I woke up feelin' worse than nothin'.
And I still was half in the bag.
I had to burn one down just to function.
Last night, all the fun we had,
it turns out, it amounted to somethin'.
Didn't notice all of the red flags
until my face was made a bag for punchin'. 

Well, I guess that's what you get
when your whistle's wet
and you're not on your own
and your friends bum cigarettes 
from some pimp who's vexed
you've got no interest to get blown. 

Late for work and the boss was mad,
indicatin' that I smelt of somethin'.
She voiced concerns that my eyes were both black
and that my overall look was disgustin'.
After that, she took a step back,
turned and said, 'Forget about punchin'
in today.' Well, hooray, I'm glad.
Still, the bills pile and bend me for fuckin'. 

Well, I'm sittin' at home
and I'm scratching my dome
'cause I just don't quite know what to do.
So, I'm singing my song.
Surely it won't be long
until they start charging us for that, too.
Oh, wait, they do!

rumbustious (with Falsestart)

For those that are interested: -
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2023-10-22/indigenous-leaders-call-referendum-defeat-appalling/103004646?utm_source=abc_news_app&utm_medium=content_shared&utm_campaign=abc_news_app&utm_content=air-drop


Yes No toy buttons 
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Yamaha bass guitar
Hinkler cigar box guitar
Hohner harmonica
Garageband beats and sounds.
Excerpt from Noel Pearson's address to the National Press Club of Australia prior to the referendum.

YES (but Australia said no 🥲)

Improvisation LIVE REC - Αυτοσχεδιασμός Ζωντανή Ηχογράφηση

Happy

Photography, psychology
Writing songs and praying for peace

But I fell out of love
With all of me
But I fell out of peace
With all I see

Now I pray to god
For what it takes
For just one day
Without my pain
Without my shame

Childhood fears and breakup tears
I got some good friends
And the whole world ahead

But I fell out of love
With all of me
But I fell out of peace
With all I see

Now I pray to god
For what it takes
For just one day
Without my pain
Without my shame

And I know what I gotta be
And I know what you're gonna say
Be patient

Photography, psychology
Writing songs and praying for peace

But I fell out of love

Breakdown - Original song

Corpo Ballad

'little ms. take' 

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, vocals, production
Scotty: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals 

oooohh, Ms. Take
oooohh, she will break.

She’s been stealing spiders from her sister's secret store.
Then she pulls their legs off so they can’t walk anymore.
She knows it’s mean but seeing as it’s not against the law,
she now dreams of legless spiders rolling all around the floor. 

She’s been burning bridges at the bottom of our street.
Fast defrosting fridges spill their guts of rotting meat.
She don’t care cos everywhere she tries to put her feet 
there’s hoards of legless spiders keeping everything upbeat. 

Tarantula and wolf. 
Daddy long legs.
Black widow, brown recluse, 
and Sydney funnel-web.
Pork chops and t-bone steak,
and boneless chicken breast.
Ms. Take makes no mistakes. 
Stakes claims when pickin's best. 

Now she’s soothing spiders, stroking softly where they’re sore.
The spiders seem to like it though they can’t walk anymore.
Cos legs are fine but love's divine and this girl loves 'em more 
than them lonely leggy spiders in her sister's secret store.

now you got no legs 
kill it
your golden eggs
spill it
your face
beat it 
come on ..beg!!
I need it

once-you-know-her 
you-will-loathe-her
you-can’t-slow-her
can't-con-trol-her

little ms. take (with Falsestart and Harmful if Followed)

'tarnished ground'

Falsestart: drums, bass, production
Little Lone Waltz: lyrics, vocals
Jonathan Beckenstein: lead guitars
Scotty: rhythm guitar, lyrics, vocals

The darkness all around, 
it pulls me down into the ground
and, yet, I've found my being sound.
For the light that shines through found
some truths, confound.
A strange compound.

The fall of light rebounds
and calls on tarnished ground.
The fall of light glows round
and calls a distant sound.

tarnished ground (with Falsestart, Little Lone Waltz and Jonathan Beckenstein)

'dead. exposed.'
https://www.instagram.com/p/C2aVEy7ujHM/?next=%2F

You can't extract water from a stone.
Oh, no.
This once ever-flowing river is now dried to the bone.
Dead. Exposed.
And memories fossilized in the riverbed begin to erode...
...as my whole world implodes.

dead. exposed.

'poetry cocaine'

Harmful: poetry cocaine, one eyed wailin'
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, guitar, bass, melodica, djembe, cuica, clavas, maracas

'Boy, y'know she's been creepin' in the night.
While you're fast asleep, man, that shit ain't right.' 

'Whatchu tryin' to tell me, brother?
Has she gone astray?
If you put it on your mother, 
I swear, I'll make that bitch pay. Yeaaah.' 

'Well, I just heard it from my cousin,
who lives next to Handsome Shane,
that she's been givin' him (Shane) some lovin'
for poetry cocaine.' 

-
But then again my dear I hear you like to read books on psych dreams
You said you read them in your bed to clear your head 
Why not try this instead a kiss then bed
A bliss not said but felt 
Like ice won’t melt
Remember this baby, for now and evermore 
I’m a fucking tortoise hear me
- 

'So, please, can you tell me, brother,
where is it that I find Shane?
'Cause I'll be goin' undercover
to blow out his fuckin' brains.' 

'Well, that's the funny thing, my brother.
For he felt the same.
So let me point my pistol at'cha
and pull the trigger. KaBANG!'

poetry cocaine (with Harmful if Followed)

Scotty. (almost) everywhere. Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's.

little ms. take (with Falsestart and Harmful if Followed)

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