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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/scratched-surface-1998
Track 1 the #electric #CD - 25 years of fiffdimension - our story begins in #Taranaki, with a 1min #1990s #teenage early attempt at #freeimprovisation, in no particular key or time signature etc (not that I knew how to play 'properly', hence #outsidermusic).
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Dean Brown - drums
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I sit in this tower of tongues & bells & move move move to the groove, or so that I'm reckoned & then I am beckoned back back to these shoes nigh marion blues & so to the seashore our body now go & tale shall flow & power ye know.
So under the tower my face nigh on water & shoes that are dough to the marion flow, & need to correct a sudden deflect & fine to the seashore can bring thee self-knowledge, but laugh shall I laugh & make my ears go to the marion flow. Distance contracted, stars that explode.
Our body now sober lie down at the seashore & seashore that score the time that we know. Our body now sore that to lie on the floor to be seen to that go to the marion flow.
A passion of treasure to my body lies pleasure to be watched on the Earth of patterns we go, & the comfort southwest is to be seen to be blessed. Longer that than you think to be seen to be pink in hard self-regard into cotton of night, & cotton this gift that to is be kissed & to cotton this Earth that to be at the first, that to be at the first is to be at the cursed; distance contracted, stars that explode.
A thing is regained that is nowly defamed & be seen to that go, to the marion flow, a thing that does cometh to pierce the sea summit. Nervousness knows that to be on ye toes & voices that might all mutter that high fall, or to leave & not serve or lie in the Earth & the stars are now plain, & voices that come onto him all that come. Yea take in that wake that to be self that take or abandon the wake into silence it take & him that is spying be him that is crying & hence shall it west into heaven that blessed for to lie without knowledge & be proud & flee north.
See not that I deformed & hear that I be forth into copious power that shall grumble an hour. Hallowed it be to hear the self reckoned, to see will be beckoned, upon paragraph & tower & weave in a bower, & to see all that spite now to be in the light. See not that I deformed all that came before & that pry in that chance who to aid not that branch. Hunger & knowledge of all that came before to fill up my head with emptiness dread & the loneliness crowd, so insufferably loud are the loneliness crowd.
Locked without march. The rhythm that yawns not to be of the dawn, I write for that reason, to buckle the season, my storehouse a treasure of pirates at leisure with shoes that lie drying on priest without buying, and to be but a yawn in the streets that are born(e) & that sprung from the sea to with all that I be, but to fight for no groan in the top without loan, asleep on the throne that is slow in denial of friendships to smile of all that we know, in the carrion flow.
To go forth alone into million at home and design in presignment, cold windy assignment, sings all that we know to the marion flow & hope be denial of all that we smile, I give all that I know to the marion flow.
Danger & leisure are to be what we treasure, & to see the comfort southwest be amazingly guessed, to hope without trial of all is denial, the pen it grows dry to the self underly, the hope that I treasure the ribbons of leisure that lie without worth in the dustiness Earth.
I will finish this page to dirty my age & to lie without spite is to see out the night. The truth it is worth more than loneliness birth where to be in a fright is to be in the night. I will always ignore the one I adore & am always at war with myself to be poor.
The end, round the bend, come today another friend. Nothing shall be there to tell what I said or die in a bed & the loneliness crowd grows very loud. Back to the sea, it waits for me, a negative on water like any other matter. All is said & all is done, the flow continues, the song is sung. Myself I ignore.
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Chris Palmer - electric guitar
Simon O'Roke - percussion
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Tony Was Here (2001)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Chris O'Connor - drums
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caught between the thief & his guile
& the receptionist's smile
a wire fence of sound
pounds around with its chains unbound
I leave you like a bad joke
as the sun rises at midnight's stroke
burning the light of the night in your eye
as the bleak cars sail by
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
My monkey is flying
lying in the sighing crying drying island
standing in your rain
the shame is the same again & again
when i was the clown
i saw down frowns looking around
found a disease to infect from neglect
as chess pieces began to defect
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
& now we're up to date
but I still cannot articulate
that if looks could kills
yours'd only give me a thrill
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Paul Winstanley - bass
Chris O'Connor - drums
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Well the coconut tree it fall to perfection leaving all of us awake into this splendid castle with a grove metal share. Bury the fortune tellers, hello to the trees. Take out the garbage & add salt.
Cafes in conversation, ambience folly. The coat-tails tied in coffee beans & the bellows in fireplace water & shoes hung out to dry. A crackling a smoke to slow-mounting fortune, the ice to the new is a sprinkling of seeds. The beginning is gone & the going beginning.
Wait collapse in small-mounting fire-tongue, the nothing not new of the past not an echo, moving back wide to refocus identity, a shame & a clank for the down in the dungeon, coffee beans there too, & hitherto canyon that shuffles in back, leaving in focus, consensual guilt.
Hard to tell what illusion defines all her contours when sadness of metal is lost in the canyon to beat tunnel down & refocus the lack of a camera to gleam & escape early warning, oh woe woe I miss all my forests.
Hard to take announcers & put him to bed with sadness a pillow to smother his head. Harder still for saltshaker monuments to praise all the fountains for Spanish guitar-players effusive in company when here sits a wall that evades all questions & company follows or not not at all then.
Too close getting harder, now aware false impressions are blocked off constantly, & marred prostitution a phone call away. Truth-telling harder now this is the end; back again someday. Mumbling back into focus, the light is like glass & the world is its liquid. Solidity wallows & senses are drowning in glass crystal fountains, scotch on the rocks.
A song for his head & this is contemptible with orange marshmallow covers lie down from the ceiling, & roses of chocolate to bury the gloom not the room a full moon; how did you guess?
Forced mysticism & fuzzy perceptions, a mounting of distance, an awareness of warning, speak not at all - & then temperament follows an incense of sky & plant pigmentation, a wariness fall; seasons in households lie late in their bloom. Wakefulness follows a dream dying high.
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https://fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/after-the-filmshoot-2002
...& just then God comes curling out of the mouth of a Hare Krishna tree singing along thereon with smiling on bouncing bulbous nose walls, a crackling of thunder, a bending love of nurses' benedictions, sanitised raspberries & a godawful refrain. He shatters feet tapping skulls cracked in holy ghosts, & just then at that moment the priest with his pants down comes cowled in gullibility, flows through the road & is nevermore worshipped. Our rubber band limbs fly tumble apart. Sanitation contours, & the sky opened up into layers of plastic, detaching loose cables from window-lit skull. Halloween candles to light from within. Torture chamber moaned inside nostril contours - beating its wings the newly hatched bird. The jungle cries 'what is this shit?'. Oh we're in the shadows, purple coming down on the right, circles ground into powder, freeform worriedness allowed/aloud on the streets. A rubber skull taking off - bing bong hullabaloo - and parents' war on drugs. Elastic cracked in the ceiling. Baby soldiers, paratroopers, bungy jump down & she is metamorphosis. We are widening into outdoors. We are no longer inside but out below stars. A burst of laughter come along exactly 2.1 seconds after punchline delivered. We are all fakes. Someone turns into a corkscrew over on my right. I sit here alone. Team talk ahead, and I turn into favourites. The stomach all sparkles. All there a not chance. Got to escape, all there and not chance. No added sugar. The chorus expands, rising bubbles of tones, leads to a '70s style glam version of a Texas country & western revival. A bit of grease between you & the weather. Devils raid kitchens. She'll be classically lit & modelled in position - I've been ignoring her all night. They talk in tableau. I have ashes in my mouth, but this is purely coincidence. A glance in the right. Biological engineering division calls us into molten swill. Your brain a bowl of porridge, and that's if you're lucky. Do they say that in England? Idiot madman glued to his chair. A mouth with no face. Taking notes throughout the performance. Humans become worms, with a sameness that is frightening. Politics is bad: we knew this already, but now it's confirmed. Collapse into laughter. A cigarette chair from which comes a dictator; everyone in thrall to his conversation. A plastic wooden horse to capture the city -incongruous? Indeed. Expelled all the virtues? You to decide. Just like a snake shedding its skin, I escape from Greek tragedies. It fell away like a casing, my link to the Earth. My face fully wax. Back into dame housing. Meanwhile, he said the word 'om' & immediately felt an amazing sense of wholeness & oneness with the universe & also experienced a terrific bowel movement.
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/articulation-incommunicate-2004
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Wealth & Riches (2005)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/after-maths-sciences-vic-2005
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/south-island-sessions-2006
w/ Damian Stewart - no-input mixing desk
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Stromatolites (2013)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/in-a-wildflower-state-2013
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Huia Vortex (2015)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/ngumbang-2015
w/ Emit Snake-Beings - drums
Nat da Hatt - loops
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from https://fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/escape-velocity-live-2018
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Abbadeadbe (2020)
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from https://fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/glimpses-of-utopia-2020
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October Ring (2020)
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from https://fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/glimpses-of-utopia-2020
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Ilhas Atlânticas (2021)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/spastic-rhythms-vol-1-2021
a small tribute to my great-great-grandfather Manuel Bernard. He was born in 1847 in Ponta Delgada, Flores Island, Azores, Portugal.
Portuguese make up only 0.02% of New Zealand’s population.
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Eu gosto de falar
no meus ancestrais
de as ilhas Atlânticas
Madeiras e Açores
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/spastic-rhythms-22-2022
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/guas-brilhantes-2018-2022
O Henry, falling leaves & branches talk a worried sad refrain,
your eyes half tilt, your brain half mast
to tie the fond anonymous bond beyond your aching shelter lying walls
that fall to fall & raise the days, museum haze
O Henry for the season, falling autumn rains reigns its claim to fame,
your head a handsome sleeping sound,
your ship not sleeping in the sand when run aground, you stall tall story disco library, white with dust & wiped & fussed;
open even over time does not mind to go in blind
O Henry, unforeseen your odds are even now to me
I don't see how you never lied, you never cried;
your melancholic putrefaction changed its dirt & you were left unhurt -
& you went waltzing through the door, to be O Henry ending nevermore,
nevermore
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Track 1 the #acoustic #CD starts with a #1990s #Taranaki #teenage #selfdeprecating #unplugged #blues, recorded on #reeltoreel #analogue tape, complete with #kazoo). As a beginner guitarist, rather than learn to play cover songs first, I started off by writing originals (hence #outsidermusic).
www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/scratched-surface-1998
LYRICS
One day I'm gonna be a star
But I can't be bothered to practice my guitar
I'm not gonna sing you a cover song
'Cause I'd only make it sound all wrong
I got the can't play for shit & my voice is shot to hell blues
I got the white suburbanite pseudo-hipster intellectual blues
I got the used car salesman running for government blues
(I'm gonna blow my harmonica now; gonna suck on it too...)
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Banana Wizard (1999)
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www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-taranaki-1999
w/ Paul Winstanley - fretless bass
Steve Duffels - drums
A fleet-footed moment gives itself up to grief
I fall into a puddle with you underneath
& now I'm living underwater & living overfed
Coffee & smoke coming out of my head
I see you silhouetted in the door
I see your reflection in the floor
I see your shadow on the wall
But I don't see you at all
It's OK, this is the day
Keep on moving in that sunny kind of way
Could it be I'm getting high?
No-one's in charge & no-one knows what to do
They don't want your soul; money will do
& it's a hook-staggered world filled full of regrets
As the government's putting you deeper in debt
I saw the frown on the clown as he was taken down
Moving the show to the pictures all around
& it's a hook-staggered world which just might
Only be a bile phantom in the alcoholic night
It's OK, this is the day
Keep on moving in that sunny kind of way
Could it be I'm getting high?
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Simon O'Rorke - drums
The silly little bald man does not exist
but for a poem
it all is regained
& concrete glares
with cellphone smiling faces to own,
protest marches ignored
& as the red car goes by I think middle finger
& old men are shaking hands
but there is no one inside
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www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/mantis-shaped-and-worrying-2002
Loose hang the load upon head. Loose hang the head lest the high weight of load hang the hand within were times. And release waters load. Loose hang the hand lest the low weight of woo waits the waters in tow. And a fine weight of remembrance persevering relying in upon told. And a tired weight of remembrance hanging down upon head.
In a loose hanging hand held the world. Hang with the hold. And a sigh of persuasion. Resulting in sewerage. Win the weight of the world. Win relate on remembrance. Win relate on in hand. Hand held the weight. Weight relate on the obverse side in upon head. Weight relate to the in upon world. Oh the world within pause. Wait a sudden wail of worry. Were on our own. And a teeth-clenching fool. Who held the hand in the wound on the walls? And a hand held the whom? Relief takes a laugh to the in on him days. A fine feel of friendly open pastures. Time takes a loose leaving shadow vagueness. Relieve autumn moans. Relive watered tones. And a time training perfume article shuttered. Too many people now will struggle in vagueness. The release form of friendly openness. And a time taken in were times. Back in the day.
Hand in the were times. When a wee fortune falls. And a fortunate rest lie awake smiling untoward. Upturned and in shadows. Turned him in vague. We will speak onto shade. Hand a sigh of relief. In a peaceful relief gleam and purposeful toad.
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/loose-autumn-moans-2003
w/ Sam Prebble - violin
('That's a nice chord innit? A very nice chord.')
& Mike Kingston - cello
('I liked it a lot; it was the worst chord I've ever seen'.)
Leave aside the poet-strangled engineer ear-sprain
nothing get paid for until it gets dark
over the ocean shine down the sun, into the kingdom
where I plan to vent forth unreason, & here I lay guilt
A black claw of diamond cloud perfume dissolves me into background noise; high above the street I sail, dusty mountains, ravens wail; the face crawls, full of seashells & vermin; bring in beauty, it's your duty - I'm too shy to even say hi; we need to enact a paradigm shift, so we get really stoned & we get really pissed; visionaries exchange pleasantaries, cartoon characters sing the blues; the city's blinkered blinking enclose our loud albino progress; out all night for an all-out night, wasted in the wings with baby-food music, I am dirty & mocking & I stumble at chance, I am sly superficial with a sideways glance, grey haired with freedom & information blindness.
The wild running hunger was begged & profound to a hunger of stone-envious wood running progress, mental gnome church gotten home re-gotten captured, re-growing sideburns, a tunnel vision fits, glances that waver; camera pointed at the sun, crappy turntable blasting out beats - & we have questions to ask regarding its value - ahead smiling face prostrated in shower, another drunken figure kneeling abased before toilet & 15-year-old girl passed out on the floor; we took to the t.v with a baseball bat, & went into town with a shopping trolley & liquor... but we never met Elvis, not even that night.
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/articulation-incommunicate-2004
Emptying out of yr nautical caveman comfort programming lines in size laden torridness hill upon plains; dense foreclosure and venomous worry salute me in line, burrow tunnel and moth; soon I taste the next pavement; I invent to cause home.
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O Henry Ending (2005)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/after-maths-sciences-vic-2005
O Henry, falling leaves & branches talk a worried sad refrain,
your eyes half tilt, your brain half mast
to tie the fond anonymous bond beyond your aching shelter lying walls
that fall to fall & raise the days, museum haze
O Henry for the season, falling autumn rains reigns its claim to fame,
your head a handsome sleeping sound,
your ship not sleeping in the sand when run aground, you stall tall story disco library, white with dust & wiped & fussed;
open even over time does not mind to go in blind
O Henry, unforeseen your odds are even now to me
I don't see how you never lied, you never cried;
your melancholic putrefaction changed its dirt & you were left unhurt -
& you went waltzing through the door, to be O Henry ending nevermore,
nevermore
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/south-island-sessions-2006
One female evening ships defining dark upon the pen
And Christ become a jailer
Couldn't separate the me from the iconography
When will the master become the servant?
The curtain arrow word time hand shot to mislinger
& a freefall served them askance
The upside-down seasons untoward uneven innocent
In the antipodean moonlight
Whatever happened to knowing is naught (no he is not) and a slamming of doors?
I would come to the sun setting, doing no harm
& its place were a band of misfits
Tired of his laugh & pay & pray for all to what its worth
He came upon a Celtic crown & caught ye up an arrow field
Not less than mean for all its purpose
All the intents were out of date, the grateful leaving innocence
When progress came down to the table
Gleeful owners trade & salivate
The meek shall inherit the Earth
They're the only ones who know what it's worth
As they work their hands into it
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(Previously unreleased)
Loosening in to a pall of cold fracture,
rivening structure & opening condemned
a veil to repeal from the moon to cause capture
with caffeine-wide eyes & I'm useless to my friends
for city-trained values that hide on the streets
are in for far out & a found metal sign,
plastic melting into the grime
a slide & a roll going down on the way
Weak/week ending chiseled
& the night for the ride going down
I said 'you've got to be the best friend that I couldn't lose again'
You had given me the best time; it cut right through the artistry
I had been working like a fountain, in the slender morning chill
My only regret was knowing that we were only half insane
Words can enter & fracture, & heightened reveal
That the language is just like a simile
Trying to write is like Simple Simon going for water in a sieve
'in my bones I lay captured, & in music lies death' he cried, spit flying with the force of bad news
We crumble & break to lie back to the wake
for the awkwardness postures, asleep
The truth ending up the negation of sound
The music gets trapped between ecstasy & the neighbours
He stands & stares, in a screaming silent leash
I said 'you've got to be the best friend that I couldn't lose again'
You had given me the best time; it cut right through the artistry
I had been working like a fountain, in the slender morning chill
My only regret was knowing that we were only half insane
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/in-a-wildflower-state-wa-2013
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Tui & Grey Sky (2014)
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previously unreleased
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/ngumbang-2015
w/ Emit Snake-Beings - percussion & violin
& so it comes off with a tone knocked out, loose intermarriages petrified in birdcages, lateness wells up in interiors; iron wrought drownings, ironies alive with innocent sensations, a sentient being blitzed off his ruin, a stagnant stag night was riled up with rain; this won awards on weeknights all across houses & toenails, an evening aligned with nuances [...]
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/live-2019
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/live-2019
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Oscar's Blues (2022)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/spastic-rhtyhms-22-2022
w/ Oscar - vocal
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/spastic-rhtyhms-22-2022
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The lyrics allude to nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/featherston-camp-memorials-and-sakura-garden
Sakura sakura
Ya yo i no so ra wa
Mi wa ka su ka gi ri
Featherston, Featherston
Cherry blossoms in the Spring
(and kowhai too)
Cidade da pena, cidade da pena
Flores de cerejeira na primavera
Taoni vutina, taoni vutina
Vuavuai vinaka ena vulaitubutubu
Paetumokai, Paetumokai
Pua pua i te kōanga
from águas brilhantes: 2018-2022, track released December 21, 2022
Dave Edwards - classical guitar & vocal
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“I liked the lyrics… the the way meaning gets assembled through shattered snap shots of a picture we may never see”
– Dr Emit Snake-Beings
I did the bass improvisation first, then played along with it on guitar and banjo, then improvised vocals with nonsensical syllables (Paul McCartney conjuring ‘get back’ in the documentary), transcribed, rewrote into English words (if not grammar), and fed that into Google search and read out cutups (Burroughs) of the search results to supplement it… I’ve had hangups for years about writing, so was looking for ways to short circuit my conscious doubt.
the title ‘assembling disconsonant’ describes the method?
meaning is optional
chance methods are supplementary
but starting with the bass part ensures the whole thing is built on a (human) groove
& stylistically a middle aged update of (early 2000s) solo tracks such as fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/track/in-a-who-gets-to-who-who-does-him
lyrics
Assembling disconsonant,
(fine do it all in half take);
hours of wisdom, years of folly.
Far digressed - how far digressed at a woeful seed inconsolate engraver’s nest
How hard to be in vain
How many times of an awkward persuasion upon the twenty years and twenty more and hence the days of which were gone & now to rest.
A suitor sang he was inclined to raise the best achievements blessed & heard the worst & called a hearse & vain & vaguely followed favour on the rest declined.
Declined in favour on the rest to be the best & live in vain achiever's nest with leave was blesst & obviating scrying
Meticulously dragged upon & a bird’s beak greed construed with macroeconomic trade sessions, subscriptions now open declined (the underappreciated Old Testament Galatians had suffered great reproach). Many afflictions & persecutions, theoretical thrifty gene.
Nothing more than had to be at said, nothing more that had to be at days, tomb towards them in time, hand the rest in brave the test in mouth begotten porcupine time expands in furtive graze to grind.
The only hope for awkward days
In said to be at sun was said to set in severed set in needle's rest in groove.
Nonsensical of syllables attempting to reinstitute a thing for an institution only slightly half dizzy - he’d gotten off work at only 5:20...
credits
released May 6, 2023
Dave Black - bass, classical guitar, banjo, vocal
Recorded in Featherston, New Zealand, May 2023
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fiffdimension Featherston, New Zealand
Outsider music from Aotearoa NZ and beyond, by Dave Edwards and collaborators (from 1856 to 2024).
Spans acoustic & electric noise, rock, folk, spoken word, postpunk, free jazz, gamelan, lo fi, electronica, & ethnomusicology.
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