So This

by Barabajagal

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Barabajagals 5th album. So this is another album mostly made up of music. Music for headphones. There are sad songs, there are weird songs and there are nice songs. Many music to enjoy.

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released November 15, 2016

All Instruments and Vocals by David Cooper except

Vocals on Track 4 - Boaz Anema

Thanks to James T-B for the Album Art!

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Barabajagal Dunedin, New Zealand

Barabajagal are a band who make music.

It's pretty ok stuff really.

It's rooted in psychedelia but incorporates so many genres that it doesn't really seem too definable. But it's ok with that.

Despite being a kiwi band the songwriter is actually rather English, so whenever he sings you'd be hard pressed to go "wow, those kiwis huh". Still, New Zealand-ish.

Pronounced Bah-Rabba-Jaggle.
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Track Name: Experiences At First Hand
I see the ridges on the pads of my fingers
And wonder they they aren't filled in.
Have I not touched enough?
Have I not?

I see gentle waves in a garden of skin
And hope that they'll learn to roll.
Have I not touched enough?
Have I not?

I see channels for the wind to take hold
And it forever fades and lingers
Above and beyond
Free and disconnected.

Invisible paisley patterns appear and disappear in the breeze
The sleeping cat yawns and everything changes formlessly
The lull of disconnection filters through every pore
Leaving me breathless
Wistlessly at ease
Can I feel anymore?
Can I feel?

I see the ridges on the pads of my fingers
And wonder why they aren't filled in.
Have I not felt enough.
Have I not?
Track Name: Gorse
Up on the stage, it's like a 20p suite,
Play in time so you shuffle your feet.
With 99 problems, this being one,
Communism's coming, it's time to run.

In the plastic discount bag you'll find
Broken fragments of a broken mind
Beside a letter to President Reagan
Detailing the problems with evolution.

Tonight you say to me
Tonight you say to me
I am the gorse
I'm in the gorse.

Online privacy, it's such a fickle thing
Share your voice before you can sing.
When there's something to say just tell everyone
Never stay stuck under someones thumb,

Stand on a podium of cigarette butts,
What's going on with budget cuts?
Tell the whole world cos no one seems to know
Can't stay long, someone's coming, gotta go.

Tonight you say to me
Tonight you say to me
I am the gorse
I'm in the gorse.

Caterpillar hood through a slashed up amp
Rocking birds rocking in a panic attack
Glass on the street leads back to your feet
So three cheers to the Butcher, you and your peers.

I am the gorse.
Track Name: The Boy Is A Box
The boy is a box,
His parameters defined.
A patient, a piece,
He waits for an opening.

The engine unlocks
Like a faltering drumbeat,
A latent increase,
A new hope to orchestrate.

His fractal organ flails
At 1000 rpm
The preset module fails,
He begins to open.

The boy is a box,
Just an insulated farm,
His patience released
Unrestrained he r a d i a t e s.

The dripping clock you'll never hear
Pulses through you crystal clear.
Track Name: Oh God I Am Ready
You're so woven in the folds of my brain
And I can't say "get out" again.
Oh God I am ready
To call it a day.

My impulses are magnetised
To be caught behind your eyes.
Oh God I am ready
To call it a day.

You are the reason I've been looking for,
You are the reason I keep wanting more,
I have no answers you do not hold,
Oh my God I'm not ready at all.

You're so woven in the folds of my brain
And I can't say "get out" again.
Oh God I am ready
To call it a day.

You are the reason I keep looking for,
You are the reason I keep wanting more,
I have no answers you do not hold,
Oh my God I'm not ready at all.

I've got to be here for you
I know it's true.
Don't fall through.

You are the reason I keep looking for,
You are the reason I keep wanting more,
I have no answers you do not hold,
Oh my God I'm not ready at all.
Track Name: Yellow Eyed
Instrumental
Track Name: Keystone
I found a keystone
And I carried it home
I guess I'm bridge building
Depends how I'm feeling.

Here I go again,
Moving until the end.

I belong here.
I belong here.

I fell in the river
And I started over
I guess it's a message
Depends how I'm feeling.

Here I go again,
Moving until the end.

Lost in the things I can say and can feel.

I found a greenstone
And I carried it home
I guess it's blessing
Depends how I'm feeling.

Here I go again.
Here I go again.

I belong here.
I belong here.

I found a keystone
And I carried it home,
I guess it's a blessing
Depends how I'm feeling.

I belong here.
I belong here.
I belong here.
Track Name: So This
So this.
So it's come to this.
We've only left it for this long
So we won't miss it when it's gone.

And the places that we met
The beach, your house, my bed
Are the places that I miss
Now that it's come to this.

So this.
Years come down to a foreign kiss
Two strangers who don't know something's amiss.

And the places that we met
The beach, your house, my bed
Are the places that I miss
Now that it's come to this.

I can see the harbour and I can see the pier
I wish that I could see my house from here.

So this.
So it's come to this.
Track Name: Life Is Strange
Life is strange for the everyday hero,
Life is strange but I won't let go,
Life is strange when you're less than zero,
Life is strange for the everyday hero.
Life is strange, life is strange,
Life is strange, life is strange for the everyday hero.

I saved you about a dozen times,
But I never knew at all.
I thought I'd say a heroic line
Before catching you as you fall.

But I guess life don't work like that,
It's never the time or place
To do something quite so exact,
And there's not scratch on your face.

Life is strange for the everyday hero,
Life is strange but I won't let go,
Life is strange when you're less than zero,
Life is strange for the everyday hero.
Life is strange, life is strange,
Life is strange, life is strange for the everyday hero

You still save me every single day
I think it's the same for you
And that we have found a way
To be everyday heroes too.
To be everyday heroes too.

You still save me every single day.

Life is strange for the everyday hero,
Life is strange but I won't let go,
Life is strange when you're less than zero,
Life is strange for the everyday hero.
Life is strange, life is strange,
Life is strange, life is strange for the everyday hero
Track Name: Passive & Passionate
I'm passive and passionate
I'm hesitantly pleasant,
A pheasant eating peasant,
A Rembrandt remembering remnant of the past.

I rate the great dictators
By the furrows of their brow
For the day someone makes me
Tell them what to think they really ought to think.

Bow to me
Wow to me
I'm a literal God.
Bind me
Grind me
I'm lower than the sod.
Put me under the pedestal
I'm still standing on.

"I'm a loquacious entity"
I'm sure I heard you say,
It's an express exposure
To a life I'm not too sure you lead.

With pizzazz it's a piece of piss,
Being materialist,
Put your power in people,
Or animals, or anyone but me.

Bow to me
Wow to me
I'm a literal God.
Bind me
Grind me
I'm lower than the sod.
Put me under the pedestal
I'm still standing on.

You say that I'm something better than this
And I say that you are taking the piss
I have never been a part of the scene
At the least it's not from what I have seen.

I'm passive and passionate
I'm hesitantly pleasant,
A pheasant eating peasant,
A Remembrandts remembering remnant of the past.

"I'm a loquacious entity"
I'm sure I heard you say,
It's an express exposure
To a life I'm not too sure you lead.

Bow to me
Wow to me
I'm a literal God.
Bind me
Grind me
I'm lower than the sod.
Put me under the pedestal
I'm still standing on.
Track Name: Feather Moon
Paisley patterns disappear into feather moon it's crystal clear.
Track Name: Don't Look Down
Now on the ferris wheel
The wind it moves us by,
People never see us here
Attached to the sky.

Clouds, lovers and you and me
All on this scenery.

Don't look down the angels sing
(But I do).

An echo from a distant shore
Sweeps into my mind.
Never will I long for
A memory left behind.

The sky stays a placid blue
For me and you.

Don't look down the angels sing
(But I do).

Don't look down the angels sing
(But I do).
Track Name: Soma
This is a song inspired by Captain Beefheart called "Soma".
This song compares the idea that music is used as a drug
In the same way that the drug "Soma" is
Against the critical and cynical point of view of music
Presented by Captain Beefheart in his "Trout Mask Replica".

(That's right)

Listening to music on your own can be seen as the highest form of narcissism,
You exclude everybody from experiencing music in the same way that you do.
Wouldn't Karl Marx be so proud you've found your opium in an acoustic organism,
But it's okay, I've made this accompanied solitude just for you.

Soma Soma Soma
Enjoy this while you can
Soma Soma Soma
This is how music works
Soma Soma Soma
Enjoy this if you can
Soma Soma Soma
How does music work?

"Synthesisers are people" some madman shouts down the street,
But it's okay, you ignore him and go back to eating your Soylent Green.
Your aestheticised urban space looks so tidy and neat,
It's so easy to keep 1's and 0's clean.

Soma Soma Soma
Enjoy this while you can
Soma Soma Soma
This is how music works
Soma Soma Soma
Enjoy this if you can
Soma Soma Soma
How does music work?

I'm pretty sure this is music,
But I can never be sure,
I don't really know
What people think anymore.

Soma Soma Soma
Enjoy this while you can
Soma Soma Soma
This is how music works
Soma Soma Soma
Enjoy this if you can
Soma Soma Soma
How does music work?
Track Name: Harry & Joanna
The speaker blares from above him
As he walks along the path.
No one seems to be manning the decks
It’s looped for an hour and half.
The DJ, a popular sort of kid,
Is smoking around the back,
And no one seems to be missing him,
As he continues his chat.
He kicks back and enjoys the view,
The air is a blend of grey,
The lichen brick walls are sepia
As you move on with your day.

A student, he waits for the bus,
His jeans collecting the rain,
Somebody’s yelling out for Harry,
And he thinks he’s heard his name.
So looking up he sees someone,
Standing underneath a shelf,
Hopping around a bit awkwardly
She begins to brace herself.
The run begins with a stutter,
As she covers up her essay,
Eventually they meet with a bump
As you move on with your day.

Joanna, she’s holed in her office,
With all her papers and pens,
Her haircut gets shorter every week,
Soon she’ll have no more split ends.
She disappears for months at times,
And comes back to no applause,
Just to a note that says come back soon
Or I’ll tear down your front door.
She steps out for a bit of air
Doesn’t seem to see the fray
One man is kicking off on his own
As you move on with your day.

The officer, he’s a sturdy sort
“You have to be to get by”
He thinks as he readies the van
For a really different guy.
“Screw you pig”, shouts a hipster
As he sticks it to the man
The man wraps up and gets out of there
He tried to do what he can.
The wife, she makes him pasta
While listening to Beyoncé
The days are the same, just not the hours
As you move on with your day.

Traffic lights sing hallelujah
Even when Karla got hit
Their fingers froze to an upright pose
They don’t want to deal with it.
She preaches that these things matter
Though they know that nothing does
This is the 6th time they’ve jumped out now
They just want to feel that buzz.
Karla now likes to be called Storm,
After that little display
It looks like time number 7’s up
As you move on with your day.

The shops they bleed onto the road
The pavements sticky with blood
Harry, again, waiting for a lift
Attempts to avoid the flood.
But, shoppers internally cheer
Their minds are already made
Christmas is here every single day
Doesn’t matter what they paid.
They’re selling postcards of the church
And of penguins in the bay
The church is new, the birds have gone
As you move on with your day.

Storm, nee Karla, holds up traffic,
Looking for a worthy cause.
Anything to be a slight hindrance
To any established norms.
The busses overfill the stops
Rivers overrun the drains
Storm, nee Karla, now Antimony,
They just love to be a pain.
The studious one looks up briefly,
From their spot in the doorway,
And seems to fixate on someone
As you move on with your day.

Reflections in Joanna’s eyes
Of romantic movie stuff
Flash past as she sees an old partner
Through the window of a bus,
A student, like everyone else
Her hair was longer back then
The comfort was restricting, she thinks
As Harry steps off again.
He’s late again, the leaves blow in
He looks for something to say
The leaves, they’d settles as he sets out
And you move on with your day.
Track Name: It's Going To Get Better
Something seems so out place
Between my emotions and my face.
I have lost what contact I had
With the humanity I learnt from my Dad.

I guess I never grew out of
Coasting by with what I've got.
I learnt to accept my failings
By never feeling anything.

Because I live on automatic
Everything seems monochromatic
Nothing ever seems to change
I miss it when life was strange.

I have a feeling
It's gonna get better.
Track Name: This Is My First Step
Something quite fragile breaks from the wall
And falls to the floor and unsettles the dust.
This is my first step.

I climb up though the pieces fall
Around like asbestos snow.
This is my first step.

Everything is distant,
Everything is shifting away,
I need to walk some more.
Something must be closer,
Something seems so far away,
I need to walk some more.

This is my first step.

I left home and I spoke to God
And everything in between
Someone somewhere's seen something
And slipped it in my dreams.

Everything is distant,
Everything is shifting away,
I need to walk some more.
Something must be closer,
Something seems so far away,
I need to walk some more.

This is my first step.

And a phrase you might've heard
Erodes into a word.

This is my first step.
This is my first step.
Track Name: Hippopotamus
[Polite Applause]

There’s a happy hippopotamus hippo plodding along
As the toucan band sang him his song.

He’s a little happy, little hairy,
Little hippy happy hippopotamus.

Then down from a tree came his friend the monkey
Said “Mr Pottywottymus look at me,
I can sing you a song and it won’t be too long
So you can hippo party along.

It’s about a little happy, little hairy,
Little hippy happy hippopotamus.

While the monkey sang, snuck Orangutan
Behind Mr Pottylottymus for they had thunk a plan.
So monkey sang his song, which is getting quite long,
But fun if you hippo party along.

About a little happy, little hairy,
Little hippy happy hippopotamus.

But when the song slowed Mr Potty did know
Of a wallet sized hole in the pocket of

A not so happy, little hungry,
Little hippy happy hippopotamus.

Then monkey did shout for Oranga to get out,
Cos Mr Pottynottymus is charging about,
And no one sang the song of the Hippo-ma-tron
Cos he ate the Orangutan.

[Thunderous Applause]