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Thicket
03:39
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I can’t see my vehicle for the screen of sharp bramble
I want it so bad
The only way’s an ice-bound course
My feet in bard-ridden clad
And if I peer through the thicket
Will I see the pride of the automotive sphere?
Or the rusted remains of a Reliant?
It’s interior and ill gumbo of fear
And if I push too hard it may be for nothing
Not enough and I may expire here
So with left foot forward I glance ‘round the corner
And with right foot I retreat out of fear
I can see a stretch to repose
But it’s closing in as I sit and watch And then there’s padding here
On which to rest my head
So why challenge Achilles?
Why risk this crutch?
And if I push too hard it may be for nothing
Not enough and I may expire here
So with left foot forward I glance ‘round the corner
And with right foot I retreat out of fear
I resent you for soaring
For being hoisted by certainty
And never sitting perfectly still
I pray for the collapse of your dreams
I hope your lift’s done more miles than it seems And halts a million miles from the green
And if I push too hard it may be for nothing
Not enough and I may expire here
So with left foot forward I glance ‘round the corner And with right foot I retreat out of fear
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2. |
For Neil
03:53
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Well, farewell to begin with
I’m choked further more
In your path stands a tower
Of facetious, loud uproar
Like that piercing harp you blew in
After all of us did learn
That you suffered for your music
And now it is our turn
So goodbye to the sweetest
The sweetest fool of all
For you gave us the music
Where jesters feel in place
Where high school hermits sit and dream Of your sweet waggish face
In your right hand sat the knack
For dulcet, aural feel
In your left a playful salver
Which fed your killing spiel
So goodbye to the sweetest
The sweetest fool of all
The one who’d see us lie down
So no one had to fall
In quiet talks I mourn you
On summer walks I weep
For your ouvre which doth shadow
For that tower sitting steep
And you left without a hallo
For we never got to speak
So I dream you in a Danbury winter
Skidding on the sleet
So goodbye to the sweetest
The sweetest fool of all
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3. |
First Uncle
05:18
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Dear Uncle here’s a sorry spiel too thin for Ma and Pa
You see I jitter on the tube ashamed at how much I perspire
And the thought of acting chummy makes my mouth become all dry
So I call on your instruction
You know you’ve always been such a shrewd guide
Thirsty eyes open wide
That was the approach and how you did so disappoint
With a tower of Hallmark sick
Some sentimental bile, you said
You can smile when you don’t want to smile
Or you can drink your life watch the time go by
Or you can grin when there ain’t nothing to be grinning about
Don’t cry out loud ‘cause no one loves you when you’re down and out
Keep on smiling
Keep on smiling
Oh, the prudent rock of our folk your brain has sprung a leak and if you open your mouth, out it would seep
In a rank, soppy stream
It’s a sting being let down
To be made a fool to feel a clown
To be slapped about by life or disappointed by an ass I’ve earned an untamed disposition
And an ever tightening grasp
Now I’m riling Now I’m riling
Care to chime in?
So it goes and so it should
And so you think of what could
Have been if circumstance were different
Or if life had been more kind
Or how you would have done things different if you’d only had the time
Now I’m riling
Keep on smiling
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4. |
Marital Breakdown
04:25
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The sea breeze soothes while the sun makes crackling of our skin
In line for the bar, there’s still ice cream on your chin
The sky is the same colour blue as your dress
I never liked it, ya know.
We met at a party, both already hard at work some 40 years ago.
Work got in the way of us carousing all the day
But we were grateful for our time together.
Now time is all we have and our savings we did splash
For 6 months on this exalted icebreaker.
It never dawned on me before that your stories are all bores
And your observations, they’re not clever
You recite them anyway like Eric Olthwaite in his day
As if I had never heard them ever.
And your manner’s second slug only to that dejected tug that is your stale dress sense.
Your manner’s second slug only to that dejected tug that is your unflattering dress
How is it I’m seeing you for what you are?
43 years too late
If I could I’d disembark this tiresome barge
Risk life in some isolated ait
Just cause you’ve stopped at three morning mimosa’s
Does not mean that I have to do the same.
I find you hard to bear without a spiked and woozy air
When dizzied I’m less fazed when you take aim.
So as you walk off to the buffet I’ll have another four
When we’re back in Whittlesea, will I even try and flee
Or will I stay for I’m a tired, old beast of pattern
I could take up exercise or even fake my own demise
Just to break away before you see me flattened.
And your manner’s second slug only to that dejected tug that is your stale dress sense.
Your manner’s second slug only to that dejected tug that is your unflattering dress.
How is it I’m seeing you for what you are?
43 years too late
If I could I’d disembark this tiresome barge
Risk life in some isolated ait.
Good evening everybody
This is your Cruise Manager, Cecil B. DeLargeboat
Welcome aboard the Kaz-Caribbean Cruise
The weather’s looking great today
You lucky dogs
Before we depart
We have morning mimosas with Effy
Lunch is at 2 on deck 2
Right now, I’ll see you on deck 10
For Kaz’s big, big party
A reminder, there is no fishing in the pond
Enjoy your stay on the Kaz-Caribbean Cruise
My anecdotes, my anecdotes, you should here the things you speak
The same story about sitting behind Eric Morcombe on a train
You didn’t even talk to him talk to him
Here’s to falling apart
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5. |
45 Degrees
04:00
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We can all make better decisions on occasion But this has been running on for a while now And it still has time to run on yet.
In short we will continue to act responsibly.
It wasn’t hot enough for you here
So sorry if we interrupt but our weather is more temperate. Liar, liar country’s on fire
But deal with it when you get back
180 million years reduced to ash.
Doing something more or less wouldn’t change the outcome But that doesn’t stand up to the evidence.
As you go through this tough time
I regret any offence caused but I already said that.
In short we will continue to act responsibly.
It wasn’t hot enough for you here
So sorry if we interrupt but our weather is more temperate. Liar, liar country’s on fire
But deal with it when you get back
180 million years reduced to ash.
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6. |
Wearside Jack
05:15
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Now I know the going rate of your credence
You sold your beliefs for a screen
That blocks out your despondence
Though our censure must sift it back in
Your zest, your conviction deceived us
That your fine china never would crack
I thought that you were sincere but
You’re just a Wearside Jack
You once talked of melioration
And mocked how the lucky ones turned
But you’d join then if you were offered
And leave post without Field Marshall’s word
To put worth in a boy of obsessions
As tattered as a pavement bound bed Is a leap despite high grading features
Their failures are too fiercely red
Your zest, your conviction deceived us
That your fine china never would crack
I thought you were sincere but
You’re just a Wearside Jack
And with that went the promise of a shepherd
When you sold the very ground that held your stance
And the way back is closing behind you
It’s a fleeting recess in our glance
So I’ll smile and break bread with you Jack
Though inside I’ll protest your every move
I’d be outspoken if I weren’t so pathetic
But I am not too dissimilar from you
Your zest, your conviction deceived us
That your fine china never would crack I thought you were sincere but
You’re just a Wearside Jack
I thought you were sincere but
There’s something that you clearly lack
I thought our agents each shared a track
You’re just a Wearside Jack.
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7. |
Flies In Winter
02:53
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It’s like flies in winter
The way this vacant chord rings out Resonating oh so slow
This stroke was long ago
Like a loved ones grasp in a deathly bout
Still caught up in a squeeze
I thought by now I’d breathe
From Tír na nÓg’s cleansing breeze
Not short of breath and far from ease
I sit so tight
I sit so tight
I sit so tight
It’s like flies in winter
The way this growing want remains
Despite this trusted friend
Keeper of bedroom trends
I think of nothing else all day
It’s safe where I’m now placed
And I can’t bargain with this face
And no one’s intent on real estate
With bones under Rillington Place
And so sit tight
And so sit tight
I sit so tight
The swelter oozing into winter
The vexing itch of a month old splinter
It’s like flies in winter
The way this growing want remains
It’s like flies in winter
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8. |
Apollo
06:15
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Their ears are open
But their eyes are closed
Fingers stretched out
In search of prose
Beyond the world
Their amps reveal Interpretations of
Buzzing steel
Still I wonder if old Apollo
Receives these sounds as crass and callow
Still I wonder if old Apollo
Receives these sounds as crass and callow
Each day is crowded
With time spent alone
Acting as a graceful
Chaperone
For fleeting compressions
Within the air
Each day is sent
With a touch more flair
Still I wonder if old Apollo
Receives these sounds as crass and callow
Still I wonder if old Apollo
Receives these sounds as crass and callow
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9. |
Time to Leave the Party
03:56
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An old roadsign I’ve passed 100 times or more
When journeying to far out lands of play
Sits as a bold reminder of my disappearing blithe
And the death of my unworried ways
Sat out by the freeway near a place called Bacchus Marsh
Far out from that stretch of stone and steel
The one they call the Westgate enormous next to you
But to me you are exceedingly more real
Perhaps it’s time to leave the party
No longer glow like Errol Flynn
But when I pass you I still grin
Remember all the fun that’s been
Oh, that’s been but will not be again
Like honeycomb you stand a perforated heap
Of bullet holes and clefts and dried up clay
But proudly without falter
Rejecting plain defeat
Like Lamotta in the ring with Sugar Ray
I’ve grown so much since I first saw you
Submitted, bargained, compromised and changed
Not you, no, you’re still firmly placed and golden
Few more bullet holes but your message still remains
Perhaps it’s time to leave the party No longer glow like Errol Flynn
But when I pass you I still grin Remember all the fun that’s been Oh, that’s been but will not be again
And old road sign I’ve passed 100 times or more
When journeying to far out lands of play
Sparks such a wistful smile for the party’s all now through
‘Cause I just can’t put it on like I used to.
Ain’t go no vigour, no bullish attitude Resilient is a word for yesterday
But always in attendance, attempting to push through
I endeavor just don’t bounce back the next day
Perhaps it’s time to leave the party
No longer glow like Errol Flynn
But when I pass you I still grin Remember all the fun that’s been
Oh, that’s been but will not be again
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10. |
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Don’t wanna leave here too late
Don’t wanna leave here at all
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Oh, now I must be on my way
Oh, now I must be gone
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Don’t wanna leave here at all
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Oh, now I must be on my way
Oh, now I must be gone
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Don’t wanna leave I’ll rest my head and cry
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Oh, now I must be on my way
Oh, now I must be gone
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Don’t wanna leave here at all
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Oh, now I must be on my way
Oh, now I must be gone
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Don’t wanna leave here at all
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Oh, now I must be on my way
Oh, now I must be gone
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Don’t wanna leave I’ll rest my head and cry
Don’t wanna leave here too late
Oh, now I must be on my way
Oh, now I must be gone
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Kaz Garaz Melbourne, Australia
With 2 Albums and 2 EP's to their name, Kaz have been plugging their wares longer than the average ring-tailed possums
lifespan. The process has aged them horribly, but remarkably they remain friends and continue to write and perform in and around Naarm.
Patrick Lovelady (bass, vox)
Callum Lee Gow (drums vox)
Jack McKenzie (keys)
William Soulsby (guitar)
... more
Kaz Garaz recommends:
Pure passion and creativity go into everything Easy Browns do, and here it is more than evident - it's bloody pulsating with it. Do yourself a favour and check it out!
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