Name: Sister by Them Jackdaws
Duration: 4 min 29 s
Description: A runaway train, blues track; the debut single from Them Jackdaws.

loving how the drums hand over to rhythm and lead guitar there!

Dirtwater Bloom // Blues Ain't Nothin'  [Live in Boronia]

"The paramedic thinks I'm clever coz I play guitar, I think she's clever coz she stops people dying'"

From the LP 'The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas' 
Out through Milk! Records (Australia), House Anxiety / Marathon Artists (UK) and Mom + Pop (USA).

'The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas' is available now on iTunes: smarturl.it/seaofsplitpeas
And for the first time, is available to pre-order in North America: courtneybarnett.com.au/pre-order-in-north-america

AVANT GARDENER was written by Courtney Barnett

www.courtneybarnett.com.au
www.milkrecords.com.au
contact: nick@lookoutkid.com

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A runaway train, blues track; the debut single from Them Jackdaws.

Sister

Taken from the LP: "Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Think" - Released on March 23rd Worldwide


Australia:
iTunes: Pre-order full album and get instant download of Pedestrian At Best http://smarturl.it/sometimesisit
Courtney's special pre-order: Deluxe orange LP/LP/CD with custom-made tote bag 'link'

UK/Europe/Rest of World:
iTunes: Pre-order full album and get instant download of Pedestrian At Best http://smarturl.it/sometimesisit
Amazon: Standard LP and CD http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitamzlp 
Rough Trade: Deluxe orange vinyl gatefold LP and CD http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitrt 
Courtney's special pre-order: Deluxe orange LP/LP/CD with custom-made tote bag 'link'
Recordstore: Standard LP and singed print http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitrs

USA/Canada:
iTunes: Pre-order full album and get instant download of Pedestrian At Best http://smarturl.it/sometimesisit
Amazon: Standard LP and CD http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitamzlp 
Courtney's special pre-order: Deluxe orange LP/LP/CD with custom-made tote bag http://po.st/sometimesisitmp

Listen:
http://po.st/SpotifyCB

Pedestrian At Best Available on 7" 16th March 2015 (pre-order link to Rough Trade)

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Clip by Charlie Ford @ http://www.charliefofo.com

PEDESTRIAN AT BEST was written by Courtney Barnett

I love you I hate you 
I’m on the fence it all depends 
whether I’m up I’m down 
I’m on the mend 
transcending all reality. 
I like you despise you admire you 
what are we gonna do 
when everything all falls through? 
I must confess I’ve made a mess 
of what should be a small success 
but I digress 
at least I’ve tried my very best I guess. 
This that the other 
why even bother, 
it won’t be with me on my death bed, 
but I’ll still be in your head.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you. 
Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you. 
Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey. 
I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

My internal monologue 
is saturated analogue, 
It’s scratched and drifting, 
I’ve become attached to the idea 
it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy, 
I’ve got no idea how I even got here. 
I’m resentful 
I’m having an existential time crisis, 
what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess. 
Underworked and oversexed 
I must express my disinterest, 
the rats are back inside my head 
what would Freud have said?

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you. 
Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you. 
Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey. 
I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide,
I dislike this internal diatribe 
when I try to catch your eye 
I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen 
I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.
Erroneous.
Harmonious.
I’m hardly sanctimonious.
Dirty clothes, I suppose, 
we all outgrow ourselves.
I’m a fake, 
I’m a phoney, 
I’m awake, 
I’m alone, 
I’m homely, 
I’m a Scorpio.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you. 
Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you. 
Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey. 
I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

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Pedestrian At Best

Taken from Gareth Liddiard's debut solo album Strange Tourist out now on iTunes, physical release out January 17th (UK) / January 25th (USA. More info at www.atprecordings.com

It seems we're all in for a treat
Staring up, out of the street
And you can tell that Joe is really glad he came

Though downwind of him trails
A fog of alcohol
He fails
To do his best to be indifferent
All the same

'Cause there ain't no shaking the smell
Like there ain't no shaking the spell
As Blondin, Wirewalker
Braves the screams

Well, Joe is
Obvious impressed
Though he has something to confess
Above the sound of ten thousand creaking
Necks all craned

Joe says,
"Alone amongst the beasts and freaks
I dreamed of tightrope walking
While I tended Blondin's
Percherons and trailers

I'd see him
Training in the evening
There was no point trying to speak
You see, I doubted that he'd have
Time for the strangers

Who'd be there hoisting his big tents
Who'd be spying him from their naves
Staring down at them
Like batshit in a cave

Well, we hardly even met, but see
I worked for him, I thought I'd
Fill the space he left
But no, I was naive

Just another sideshow slow, I thought
He knew something I don't
But it would seem, all these Wirewalkers have
Is just the means to make you feel so bad

Man, no one
Cared for him at all
Until he crossed Niagara Falls
So you'd all feel
A little lower down the scale

And then his fame shot straight and fast
Right through a gloomy, narrow pass
He chanced through darkness, lightning storms
And into day

But I ain't here because he's tall
I'm only here to see him fall
If I get on the wagon now
It'll only be to run him down"

It seems we're
All in for a treat
Staring up out of the street

And you can smell that Joe's been drinking
On his breath

And then the clouds part overhead
And I make out a silhouette
As though I'm staring up through a trapdoor
And I'm waiting to be fed.

Sister

Them Jackdaws

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