Ceiling Rose is a song about secrets and dreams, waking and worrying in the night, drifting between states of consciousness. A symbol of secrecy and confidentiality since ancient times, the ceiling rose is an enduring decorative feature in Australian interior architecture, and forms the central motif of this new single.

Ceiling Rose

A dedication to suburbs Cremorne, Richmond & Abbotsford, industrial and working life, and remnant buildings such as Dimmeys, the Bryant & May factory and Yorkshire Brewery silos. A song about loss and leaving, Match Factory was written walking through the northern river suburbs of Melbourne around the time of the ‘super moon’ in June 2013.

Match Factory

Edges of Memory

New Moon / Silver Moon

In the Evening

Daydream

So Much Sorrow

When it Rains in Broken Hill

Silver Moon

Silver Saltbush

Moonee Moonee Chain of Ponds

New Moon

Daabani Biik Butganani Yanath -  Yea Wetlands Immersive Walk

Intoxicating lullaby for summer nights and relaxing times.

Poison Garden

01 Merri

02 Double Thread

04 Confessions

05 You Can Run

06 Japanese Mountains

08 Spotswood

09 One by One

10 Loom

11 Rise Above

01 Vitus

02 My Needle

06 On My Way Home

08 Pins & Hummingwire

11 Diving Bell

Loom

We wrote and recorded this song in that strange and small bridge of time between the end of one year, and the start of another.

The train of 2018 has gone.
Past the silos, where all that old sadness seeped into the ground. 
Can still feel it every time the train rolls by. 
Water flows out into the bay, as it always has. 
We cross over the bridges, over rivers and creeks, on Church Street, on Punt Road, on Arden Street, on Dynon Road, and there are those silos again, in Brunswick, Collingwood, Richmond, Kensington, standing on the horizon.

Lyrics:
Silos on the hill, by the railway line
Where I used to cry,
River of my tears
Wash into the bay,
Now my eyes are dry
(But I still …)

Silos on the hill, while you’re standing still
My whole life rolls by
What is it you hold? Granular and gold
(All our dreams and lies).

And I still remember that old sadness 
When I pass by this way
It seeped into the ground
And now my feelings remain.

Silos on the hill, I turn to the south,
To the river mouth
Where the water flows
Over shell and bone,
My whole life rolls by.

And I still remember that old sadness 
When I pass by this way
It seeped into the ground
And now those feelings remain...

Silos On The Hill

Deep Leads

Invertebrate City

The Hook

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