fatigues

so that no lowly gnome will go unknown god on highest cloud allowed everything to be merged now i feel the terrible laziness of arabic summers and the eskimo torpor of long night the candle flickers the deep slumber of oak the rest of nature babes asleep in harvest moon windows and fireflies my eyes have been opened by the feeling of somnambulist dream the creeping snap of futures twigs in forest of time a’lonely way through blue paths of ordeal and pain magical fire which burns without cause we come to a clearing in sovereign starlight we walk up a hill to all our old schools we arrive at the beginning of everyones trouble we are there nearly there nearly there on damascus road we change our name we change our mind something now changes our heart how odd that we would be picked all of us out here in the cold how strange that our stone hearted souls are changed but the energy it takes to unravel this mess drags on and on like a dead wait of sand and the water in the wells is warm and dirty in your hands when we part company in june you go you others to preach in distant realm but others of us married children of the hyperborean race a dread menace hurled them southwards as they moved in adjacent planes the monarch of the underworlds beast in a storm some force to be beckoned with some pretence of defence but this in the days of telegraphic delays and sustain and decay the lovely gods in some buddhistic heaven never notice us through amorous hours and eyes of sway as they dance upon the rainbows that take them away in palace of pleasure then one day we will see the […]

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              7 hit parade

7 hit parade

   a gain

a gain

so that no lowly gnome will go unknown

god on highest cloud allowed everything to be merged

now i feel the terrible laziness of arabic summers

and the eskimo torpor of long night the candle flickers

the deep slumber of oak

the rest of nature

babes asleep in harvest moon windows and fireflies

my eyes have been opened by the feeling of somnambulist dream

the creeping snap of futures twigs in forest of time

a’lonely way through blue paths of ordeal and pain

magical fire which burns without cause

we come to a clearing in sovereign starlight

we walk up a hill to all our old schools

we arrive at the beginning of everyones trouble

we are there nearly there nearly there

on damascus road we change our name

we change our mind

something now changes our heart

how odd that we would be picked

all of us out here in the cold

how strange that our stone hearted souls are changed

but the energy it takes to unravel this mess

drags on and on like a dead wait of sand

and the water in the wells is warm and dirty in your hands

when we part company in june

you go you others to preach in distant realm

but others of us married children of the hyperborean race

a dread menace hurled them southwards

as they moved in adjacent planes

the monarch of the underworlds beast in a storm

some force to be beckoned with

some pretence of defence

but this in the days of telegraphic delays and sustain and decay

the lovely gods in some buddhistic heaven

never notice us through amorous hours and eyes of sway

as they dance upon the rainbows that take them away

in palace of pleasure then one day we will see

the maids of the holy will anoint us for sure

certainly we will be admitted they say

the glorious paths studded with wonders and buddhas and stuff

but now i am so tired my lights have been dimmed

i perceive this world as through a thin skin of the tiniest tin

the clamour is a hammer to my deafening ear

we hear what we want to hear here

here where everything is muddled and unclear

oh dear

 

 

 

46th best singer in orstraylia

http://www.adelaidenow.com.au/entertainment/music/john-farnham-tops-the-list-of-australias-greatest-singers-of-all-time/story-e6freeuu-1226610374225         i am actually counting myself lucky to be on that list. on a recent list of top guitarists while marty was rated highly peter didnt get a look in at all. which is totally wrong as he is in my opinion one of the most accomplished guitarists of all time from anywhere. it was a joke seeing some of the idiots that “beat” him…guys who shouldve stayed in the garage forever. but thats the problem. favourite or best? and there is a difference. in australia people really seem to think they like that screaming yelling belting it out style. like farnesy and barnsey. personally i find it anathema esp. barnesy . what an excruciating racket i literally cannot bear it! but people like it and you cant take that away from them. i am not a good singer per se. i am an individualistic kind of singer as they were kind to point out in the article. what i lose in range and power i make up for in other ways. i dont always go for cliched bluesy options . i use subtlety and sensitivity and stuff like that which doesnt always come across live. i am definitely better in the studio than live . i know i sometimes sing a bit outta tune live. i am not a natural singer either. i have struggled with it long and hard. and often it was style over actual singing. ie my apparent image and schtick was used to “cover up” that my singing was often flat . flat as a pancake. of course i had great words so that helped take your minds off my weaknesses a bit. barnsey and farnsey dont write words . they sing other peoples i guess and i usually hate the […]

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i am actually counting myself lucky to be on that list.
on a recent list of top guitarists while marty was rated highly peter didnt get a look in at all. which is totally wrong as he is in my opinion one of the most accomplished guitarists of all time from anywhere. it was a joke seeing some of the idiots that “beat” him…guys who shouldve stayed in the garage forever. but thats the problem. favourite or best? and there is a difference. in australia people really seem to think they like that screaming yelling belting it out style. like farnesy and barnsey. personally i find it anathema esp. barnesy . what an excruciating racket i literally cannot bear it! but people like it and you cant take that away from them.
i am not a good singer per se. i am an individualistic kind of singer as they were kind to point out in the article. what i lose in range and power i make up for in other ways. i dont always go for cliched bluesy options . i use subtlety and sensitivity and stuff like that which doesnt always come across live. i am definitely better in the studio than live . i know i sometimes sing a bit outta tune live. i am not a natural singer either. i have struggled with it long and hard. and often it was style over actual singing. ie my apparent image and schtick was used to “cover up” that my singing was often flat . flat as a pancake. of course i had great words so that helped take your minds off my weaknesses a bit. barnsey and farnsey dont write words . they sing other peoples i guess and i usually hate the kind of overwrought malarkey(theres that word again!) that they come up with. but aussies lap it up. and the kinda aussies that lap B and F up would rather listen to a tap drip than hear my
brand of sing-speak …anyday…..
i was surprised that bernie from powderfinger rated so lowly. there is a real singers singer. a lovely melodic mellifluous voice. he can really sing.neil finn yes. what a singer! guy sebastian…that insipid tepid voice. jesus! do people really even listen to that stuff. i almost prefer B n F but only almost. grant n robert yes but they are like me in a way in that they use mannerisms to get over “defects” in range sustain etc. margot smith should have been on that list in a fair universe. she was a singers singer. iva davies and katie noonan…you couldnt argue with them, could you?
its subjective in the end. i’d rather tear my ears off than sit through one song of B n F or the Guy but i dont like beer or meat or footy or car racing. so i aint no arbiter of aussie taste.
above everything though i am a songwriter. and the singing just got tacked on the end. i started out pretty flat and lots of stylisation and mannerisms. but some people like that. i like that in singers too. sometimes. its as personal as you can get. why you like some singers and you cant stand others. sometimes you dont even know why that may be. you cant even articulate it. anyway thanks for all the nice comments . i’m glad you liked what i did with what i had. singing is a real mystery to me. i’ll never understand how it does what it does to us. goodnight. its late here in melbourne tonight. and ive been singing all night at a rehearsal……

easter 3

  goodnight my greedy the constant demand to be fed gone to my head im all dinnered up im all speechlessly and semi-articulated i dunno nuffing why look here for words of wishdom the prowling worms clasp our ¬†future i’m just this so goodnight

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               con juror

con juror

 

goodnight my greedy

the constant demand to be fed gone to my head

im all dinnered up

im all speechlessly and semi-articulated

i dunno nuffing

why look here for words of wishdom

the prowling worms clasp our  future

i’m just this

so goodnight