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TRIPLE R 'Shaken Not Rehearsed'

This page archives my Saturday morning on-the-spot song writing efforts on Tim Thorpe’s Vital Bits program, 3RRR 102.7 FM Victoria Australia.

Assuming I arrive on time, listeners call in 7.45am with a song idea. I hole myself up in Studio B, pray to the song gods, align my chakras with a complex ritual involving caffeine and.. more caffeine.. and receive whatever chaff they throw me.
Sometime just before 9am I play the fresh born song live to air, coughing, spluttering, covered in vernix but usually alive..
This page is dedicated to Tim Thorpe for endurance and stickability par excellence and to all the drunken sailors who have sacrificed quality sleep time to contribute their song ideas so earl-y in the morning.
Amen.

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Climate Karma


Two callers and related ideas – Alicia wanted a song about climate change, which I weaved around Michael’s enigmatic line  ”The shores we end up on, with the true tides of time and life”

Climate karma
Driftin on the sea of change, nothing stays the same
Our karma comes to greet us, dinner comes to eat us
The shores we end up on, with the true tides of time and life
Carrying us on to the edge of a knife

One small step and then another
Falling from each other
Land that will not heed us
Just shut up and feed us
The shores we end up on, with the true tides of time and life
Carrying us on to the edge of a knife

 

Posted 31 May 2012 ... comment

Signs of Life

James called in wanting a song about Greg Ham’s situation and the silly business of Down Under / Kangaroo song law suit

Signs of Life

A song comes down, down to the ground
Angels rejoice in the heavens for
Someone. somewhere is
Calmly aware, sitting & sculpting,
Listening for signs of life

A song goes down, down into the crowd
People are dancing and singing
And someone, somewhere is
Losing their strife, loving their wife
Listening for signs of life

It’s just a song, leave it alone
How can it be wrong
Which of you will cast the first stone?

A song comes down, down to the ground
Angels rejoice in the heavens for
Someone, somewhere is
Calmly aware, sitting & sculpting, and
Listening for signs of life

Musical references: WHen a Man Loves a Woman, J.S. Bach ‘Sleeper’s Wake’, J.S. Bach ‘Air on the G-string’, I Can’t Help Falllng In Love With You, Procol Harum ‘A Lighter Shade of Pale’

Posted 28 May 2012 ... comment

When the acorn falls


Silvester called and pointed out that as an artist you agonize over minutae vis a vis your style and approach but ultimately you can’t choose who your cd sits next to on the cd rack – apparently on his rack I am sandwiched between Ani deFranco and Celine Dion.

When the acorn falls
Oh you can’t choose your neighbors but you can choose your wall,
You can choose your flavors but you can’t have them all,
You can go out all night dancing, have a ball,
But you can’t choose the moment when the acorn falls
Oh you can choose your partner not he mother-in-law,
You can choose your gardner can’t choose the rainfall,
You can put a tattoo on your sister’s doll,
But you can’t choose the moment when the acorn falls
Oh you can’t choose your name but you can choose your reputation,
You don’t’ choose the war but you can choose your protestation
You can choose your poison but you can’t choose the toll
And you can’t choose the moment when the acorn falls
Oh you can choose a lover, go and knock yourself out,
You can leave ‘em wondering what was that all about
But you can’t choose the moment, when true love calls
And you can’t choose the moment when the acorn falls

Posted 28 May 2012 ... comment

Bring on the Rain

Bring on the Rain
Bring on the rain…

Wash away the dirt
Wash away the tears
Wash away the boredom
Of so many years

Wash away the stories
That we all been told
Wash away the foggy day
The white men that are old

Bring on the rain…

Wash it on down Broadway
Wash down Hoddle St
Wash away that every day
We feel like we been beat
Wash the televisions
Wash the subways too
Wash away the feeling
That there’s nothing we can do

Bring on the rain..

Wash your mouth with soap young man
Wash your feet and wash your hands
Feel the rain wash down on me how
clean a girl can be
Feel it in your bones
Feel it in your hair
Feel it wash your soul
Breath that clean air

Bring on the rain..

Posted 28 May 2012 ... comment

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