Buy track

Attica Glow Hz

ALL DOORS

I CAN HEAR THE SILENCE
BEHIND ALL DOORS
I KNOW SO MANY SECRETS
I SHOULD NOT KNOW

Track constructed on Garageband

source of the pic: http://bilder.4ever.eu/bauwerke/alte-tur-244774

ALL DOORS

Words and music Antipodeans 2023. Recorded and engineered at Grovehill Studio. Mastered by Dr Hackey at the Hackey Sack. Photo by Guilherme Stecanella on Unsplash.com

I'm a hoo-er on a ghost train shalala
A reputation to maintain shalala
I'm hogging the fast lane shalala
Another cog in your block chain shalala

These hurdles, these barriers
They're sent to test me
Better get out of my way

I'm a mainline membrane shalala
An indelible bloodstain shalala
I'm a drydock seaplane shalala
I'm addicted to sugarcane shalala

These hurdles, these barriers
They're sent to test me
Better get out of my way

Forever the bridesmaid never the bride
Too many choices I can never decide

Ghost Train

LARD

This started life as a demo for FAWM 2020, and the inspiration came from a line I read in a local paper about a homeless person going door to door begging

Lyrics:
a man described as a homeless santa
seen knocking on doors in the area
he's an opportunist
oh yeah
'cause for him it ain't christmas
it ain't even close

local paper....
what's news today?

a man described as a hopeless romantic
caught taking photos in the quiet carriage
he's an opportunist
oh yeah
oh yeah

local paper....
what's news today?
vocal stanger
what are your views today?

Local Paper

Make this cloud into a square shape cloud.

Square Shape Cloud

342. creep (radiohead).mp3

Indian Liver Macrodose

My effort for the Naviar Haiku Challenge #532.

More about Naviar Haiku: https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

Shadow of a Butterfly

Shadow Of A Butterfly - Naviarhaiku532

Stephen Malson's Album

Wolfman

Bjørn Lockertsen - Choir
Robin Davidsen - Music

Bjørn Lockertsen & Robin Davidsen - Skog

The Failed States is a creative project based in an aged care facility in the leafy suburb of Wantirna, Melbourne Australia. 

Initially a recreational outlet, allowing residents to express themselves through music, poetry and sitting still, The Failed States has since taken on a life of it own. 

Anguished songs about other residents' grandchildren being too loud at the table tennis table, or jeremiads of lukewarm, semi-set puddings were gradually replaced by powerful pieces about climate change, urban decay, relationship breakdown and missing dentures.

There are no permanent members of The Failed States, we live on, as age, petty rivalries, and forgetfulness takes us all.

The Failed States tries to perform in the common room on the second Tuesday of every month, after lunch.

Local Paper

the failed states

Related tracks