Gleefully Unknown: 1997​-​2005

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"Whilst shopping from fiffdimension make sure to get hold of 'Gleefully Unknown', a best-of compilation of Dave Edwards’ music from 1997 to 2005. Rough outsider folk-blues mysteries, dissonant rock textures, electric and acoustic improvisations... Edwards strikes me as one of the most overlooked musicians from the fertile lands of New Zealand and if you need a fresh start this might very well be the place."

- Mats Gustafsson, The Broken Face

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released December 16, 2013

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Track Name: I Don't Need You (to Grind Me Down)
I say 'I love you', you say you gotta go
You got a date with some guy I don't know
Then it turns out it's my brother you're screwing
I don't know know what you're doing to my head
I don't need you to grind me down

I'd like to teach the world to sing discordant out of key
Against the city noises and the brainwashing TV
The fascist pop stations and the government lies
Superior is just inferior in disguise
I don't need you to grind me down

Spank me O God for I have sinned
But trying to talk to you is like pissing in the wind
You never listen to what I say or sing
You have the power but I can say anything
I don't need you to grind me down
'cause I can do it myself
Track Name: My Friend
I could fly over the mountains
I could open up the seas
I could throw myself at the sun
And never ever listen to thee

O my fair-weather friend life is foolish
I never seek for what can be found
I just bury my feet in the sky
And point my head at the ground

Watch the riots in time to the synthesised beat
Rioting was never for me
You'll never want for haircuts down there
So I guess we'll have to let each other be

No-one ever sang for me a siren song
So I'm not sure how you feel
You're no longer together but you've become the same person
The two of you inseparable to me

Lurching through the moments
Clumsily with big feet
Blood whacking out
The big beat

I could fly over the mountains
I could open up the seas
I could throw myself at the sun
But you'd only kick me in the teeth

My friend you are a weakling
But I guess I'm a coward too
I'll always pull my punches for you my friend
Yeah I'll always pull my punches for you
Track Name: Banana Wizard
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?
Track Name: On a Bus
...& here we are once again friends, on the odium express busline, a curious coincidence out the window & fishy wet banana smells within. They are sent to punish me, their smiling smacking rings of inwardly consuming wetness & having breakfast & all wetly slopping into toilet stops & trains, the dead brain blown like sand onto glass with nothing there to contain a song.

'Arise, all ye who cry in light' yells the driver, & off they go, walking tall into a new sun, still crying here, & windows & towers & bells now for all to see.

Inside non-walls & planks lay the spiders in scheming, not wait for their tunnels, & still gently slapping he cries to their eyes. Smiling in glass now growing tiresome, & useless deceiving that all follows night.

Hello in sweet carpets led by lies & denial. Friends o my friends this becomes all the same: sourness, sweetness & to what for the bells go & for whom the seats flow... Readiness? No.

A poem is a song contained in pictures; witchcraft & heathens now beg for my stomach... Looking on the crowd from a great height cracked into tables & black rhythms of glass into which lightning rolls. Passions are soiled, the rhythms are boiled, it grows & it grows, it grows & it grows.

Shut down the crowd, take chains off the door, open trapdoor, & in they all slide, down & forgotten, a weight off my mind. A black frost; fine feathers flow; we all fall down. We all fall down.
Track Name: The Marion Flow (live)
...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.
Track Name: Seafriends
The ocean a shadow, time slow by the seashore
& the seashore that score the time we know
Watching clouds go by, making them artwork
The still were at war

The lights on the city, the barrenness glowed
& behind me the sea as it ebbed & flowed
Leave the loner alone to go face what he knows
Chained to the flow

Flee little seedlings, hide on the ceiling
Flee little seedlings, the rhythm makes meaning
This is not leap, the tunnel of tilt
The aged miniscule tension sits on a shelf
They drink to his health, they lay down red carpets
They stone all the sinners, his mind has gone numb
The body falls down & it will not obey
The cross on the crown, the hill is a weakness
60 days buried in a heap before vengeance
A waterfall vision, along for the ride
A grey broken quickness, a knock at the door
We come alone, exit that way
If desire is a kingdom then who sits on the throne?
All I have proven is that no-one is home
Something crawls out of the mouth of a high tree
Luminous pictures are gathered within

Here I am at the sea & I still can't breathe
Nobly fractured I forget how to be
The bullshit clouds of nothing refrain
Chained to the flow
Track Name: Cafes in Conversation
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.
Track Name: & in a who gets to who & who does & him
...Hanging hand with the were times. Which hand were times were hands hanging these? Hand a hand with one’s own hand hanging worth and though plainness need in the interference a scurrying place. Hanging were to those hanging faith in the her hand. Hanging place. Loose fits the hand with the hand hanging were times hopeless hide this. Hide bliss. Win all the were times. Report to back yard.

Hand a hand-wringing hand in the win all the were times. Times win the hanging. Times win the were. The were which were having hand in the in on them were times when the wheel which was won was won and within the were wages hanging side in the in on him hand within hand on the wages. Signing blank cheque. Writing time on the wins (WINZ). Tried in the hand on the hanging in wind, tired of creatures’ spleen with vagueness pause surreptitious scrupulous longing.

Win a glancing at watch. Win a tired end to long night. Hide and withheld. Whose surreptitious hands hanging wind? Winded wounded whining on wine. Aloof and withheld. Spell him on held. In a spell made him held. He will willing wound and awake with a wind wound and wide. Wound in on hound. And a hand in on wand. Hand the hand within hand. Hand the wound to the win and on wine. Wound the hand wind with a wine. Hand in a loose to the perseverance signature balancing hand upon wine. Win the wound of the world. Wield a promising sign, hang the hand to sad wine. Wound the in on him hand hanging vagueness. Hanging hand upon head. Hanging head in the were times. Hand the head hanging wound of the were times with a stylized perception persuasion perseverance, hand the hanging on hand held the head. Held the head to the in on vagueness. And a scurry for contempt. Contempt the hoop hanging wideness. Hang the hoop upon head hand to smuggle them up.

Hang the hoop hanging were times. Hoop the hand on the were times. Hang the hananging hand with the were times. Which hand were times were hands hanging these? Hand a hand with one’s own hand hanging worth and though plainness need in the interference a scurrying place. Hanging were to those hanging faith in the her hand. Hanging place. Loose fits the hand with the hand hanging were times hopeless hide this. Hide bliss. Win all the were times. Report to back yard.
Hand a hand-wringing hand in the win all the were times. Times win the hanging. Times win the were. The were which were having hand in the in on them were times when the wheel which was won was won and within the were wages hanging side in the in on him hand within hand on the wages. Signing blank cheque. Writing time on the wins. Tried in the hand on the hanging in wind, tired of creatures’ spleen with vagueness pause surreptitious scrupulous longing.

Win a glancing at watch. Win a tired end to long night. Hide and withheld. Whose surreptitious hands hanging wind? Winded wounded whining on wine. Aloof and withheld. Spell him on held. In a spell made him held. He will willing wound and awake with a wind wound and wide. Wound in on hound. And a hand in on wand. Hand the hand within hand. Hand the wound to the win and on wine. Wound the hand wind with a wine. Hand in a loose to the perseverance signature balancing hand upon wine. Win the wound of the world. Wield a promising sign, hang the hand to sad wine. Wound the in on him hand hanging vagueness. Hanging hand upon head. Hanging head in the were times. Hand the head hanging wound of the were times with a stylized perception persuasion perseverance, hand the hanging on hand held the head. Held the head to the in on vagueness. And a scurry for contempt. Contempt the hoop hanging wideness. Hang the hoop upon head hand to smuggle them up.

Hang the hoop hanging were times. Hoop the hand on the were times. Hang the hand on the were times. See them all on to march. See them all on hand hiding the straight lace and biding one’s time. And hiding one’s time...
Track Name: Summer Skin
Moaning cried goodbye for the room of false flowers in sickness
The light from the window a silver on red mass of tears
Just like a factory when you are a tree

Images bent, broken-backed men walking at a crawl
I'm not at all sad
I just cried through the fire
& my eye was once and forever trapped in patterns
Geometry freezing life into tapestry
The rope is cut, and down something falls

This is what the world needs, some nice place to while away the days
Dive into desktops & snorkel away
You're a bullfighting matador, the perfect weapon
James Bond had you over for breakfast & I remember what you said to him:
'this will not last, this will not last, there'll always be room for them & suffering'

('take in poor children to feed' say the 19th century boarding schools, but they secretly eat them)

Paris finds her mocking grace, anger shoulder to the nylon
Time finds her still alone in the car's iron dance

Open ruptured sweetness, and the content was better than this dragon cloud clothing firm minded hand with wives & paper kings all better in crayon
Climbing ivy for the band, translucent stare, the body better than shiny

Shiny hair, faithful pet out in the sun borderline wine
Golden sweet beauty laying promises here in worth of our lives

Ask for it all & it is soon to fall, a season pathetic once then & for all
The summer is captured, but not in these words
Track Name: Mouth of the Caveman
That's a nice chord innit? A very nice chord.
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.
Track Name: Redressing Regression Aggression
1 2 3, 1 2 3

I dissolve into background noise, frequenting carnival bars
smog buried distance, & it made me forgetful,
& my own pen makes me start telling lies

I'm hangin' out with the boys, welcoming rhythmic asides
I'd say 'take home my hand, let us be tragic friends'
but I'd once again forgotten to talk

The house requires a chairman, kind mannered lady; silk wolverine cry

& as to the meeting, the method, the requisite corner, the killing of swarm in its own metal canvas, laugh conserve leisure, open wound & still breathing - from hungover night & then drunken morning under the covers, back into working, swallowed the houses with internet access, sheet metal cutter clasped in his hand

I hate what I used to enjoy, I'm becoming the clown of thorns
I can speak the language, but I can't make it dance
There's a need to recharge my soul

The truth is negated by song; displacing emotional wrong

...so knowing they had to get out of there at some stage - not later but then & now - which was then come & gone, off to the front the side the back that caused air to waken, vent its forth a broken promise kept, come answering gladly against the wall curtain raised adventure happenings under the table, weary weight of curse, distance savour worsen capture said 'somewhere along the line the ice was broken', northern cry release

I find that I'm losing my voice; abstain from mystical sights
The hypocrite sits with his obsessive gifts that will work endless shifts in the shafts of his mind mine
A strange kind of happiness, lacking in joy

Full stop. Count off. Exact refusal tie. Measurement patterns, bringing forth progress, his own unsteady warming, mounting bannister, spiral staircase, it is the world that is hunger; it is hurt, torn & cumbersome; perseverance was mild; silver in platitudes, a red foreign sun asleep in its patterns, slumber was comical, dreams held it open, the sun was improving, we captured that night. Soon there is movement, inside there are people. Consigned them in consecutive autumns, where they had to reveal how the plot has now turned.
Track Name: O Henry Ending
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