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Bah​-​Rabba​-​Jaggle

by Barabajagal

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1.
It is a popular saying that you should only write about what you know. However, it is equally popular to understand that wisest is he who knows he knows nothing. So where does that leave me? I know so little in the grand scheme of things that it is impossible to write out the world And what I see. I can tell you such details about the inner workings of a parasites lifestyle, But do I know anything about it? Have I reached a parasitologist nirvana? No! But maybe I know a lot in the small scheme of things. I can tell you what food I like to eat What films I enjoy and how comfortable I feel. However I can only make a guess at who I am, no more. But here I am, living and breathing without ignorance. I suppose in the end the only thing I truly know Is How To Breathe.
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Breathing 02:31
Love doesn't last forever, People won't always stay together. But life goes on as rivers flow, People come and people go. And I love you now, And I mean to forever. Please don't lean on your crutches, Or you'll fall straight into the clutches. Of dark days with evil eyes That rub you raw and watch you die. And I love you now And I mean to forever. But please stop breathing Stop breathing for me now. But please stop breathing Stop breathing for them now. But please just breathe For you.
3.
Walking miming listening to Elvis Costello, On my MP3 player (now in stereo) Taking the quickest route to my mates flat He gave me a look that said. Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back How do you expect me to carry it round When it needs to be securely held down Can barely withstand a simple scratch Wouldn't get into his head Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back with the Alan Parsons Project and Fleetwood Mac Beatles, Pixies, Stones and The Clash Joy Division, 10cc and INXS, Neil Young, ELO and Genesis. But Paul McCartney sounds his best When he's fighting off the dust And the record sleeve shows a scene With Parky on the front. Vinyl's on the run Vinyl's on the run Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back with the Alan Parsons Project and Fleetwood Mac Beatles, Pixies, Stones and The Clash Joy Division, 10cc and INXS, Neil Young, ELO and Genesis. Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back Vinyl's coming back
4.
Get Beat 04:20
Treat a song like a chemical Run a line like it's medical. Stop trying to stop it Hit a bar not narcotics. Get Beat - hit the street Get Beat. Make a scene and Get Beat. Listen to the musak, Lie me on a stretching rack, Turn me up to eleven. Get Beat hit the street Get Beat. Make a scene and Get Beat. Let's See the Days that Maria won there. Better check the pulse per minute Smack the skins to submission Sweat a new temperature Get beat to an overture.
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Follow her to the golden room Line her in a silk cocoon With the needle of shadows and blinds. Broken out from the noble arts Watch strange pleasures thread her heart In velvet lace and leather ribbons. Feet sweep down the marble stairway You recognise her but barely In heels and a see through negligee. In heart there was a golden girl Who was sweet still in the world Until the needle of red a-pierced. And greet us now a swollen bust Her desires turned to lust And each shining sweat she sweat May as well have gone to her head. Follow her to the golden room Line her in a silk cocoon With the needle of shadows and blinds. In velvet lace and leather ribbons. In heels and a see through negligee. Before the needle of red a-pierced. Before the needle of red.
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We can never grow old On festive road Where there are people Just like you and me. What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this is if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
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Spin a dollar on the floor Mother said that she would call Don't know if you can take much more You remember why you tried to end it all. Line the walls with your art Gradients being torn apart Joy Divisions Closer starts You feel your will begin to depart There's prozac in your pocket Your shrink, he thinks you'll top it There's prozac in your pocket To help you try and stop it. There's prozac in your pocket. Always touch the nearest sting To be sure you can still feel things Beyond prescribed medicines Used to snag you and reel you in. There's prozac in your pocket Your shrink, he thinks you'll top it There's prozac in your pocket To help you try and stop it. There's prozac in your pocket.
8.
Singer I hear your notes I hear your call, And my own Manhattan with spires. The sparkling hurried tides and the ships And the city at hand with dwellings so dense. Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes. Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird. Singer you're the wreck of the beautiful And my own Manhattan with spires Show the clouds and the trails' trips Into the deep recesses. Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes. Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird. Passing vision and passing nights, Passing hands and lucid lights, With the knowledge of death at my side, I fled forth to the receiving night, Down to the waters shores, Down the dim swamp path, Passing the cedars and ghostly pines, And the singer shyly sang for me, Passing hands of the trees, Until the charm of the carol held me, As I held hands in the night, And my voice sang the song of the bird. Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird. Sing on from the swap and the bushes Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird.
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An echo through an underpass Is the best conversation you have had Since you walked down the lonely streets Where every blinking second Greets you with static. Whispers call you apathetic Not that you care You know that love is not the opposite of hate But indifference. You can't be perfect but you can be good, And what more do you need to be? You can't be the best but you can be better, And what more do you need to be? Whispers call you introverted Not that you show it You know neglect is not the opposite of care But indifference. Moving forwards in time Is going backwards in space You only see what you Leave behind. And echo through an underpass Is the best conversation you have had Since you turned inside yourself And opened the vault Of mental health. Whispers call you everything Not that they're real.
10.
I enunciate too clearly to be a star I wanna know how Vicious got that far. I think Maggie Thatcher is kinda cute And George Bush was a brutal president. I own a leather jacket but not a tattoo I don't want to regret what I can't undo. All my suds belong on my football boots And I'm polite to the substitute teacher. But I I wish I was a punk I I I I wish I was a punk I I I I wish I was a punk I I I I wish I was a punk. I I I I wish I was a punk. But Sheena is a punk rocker And I live by the river But I'm more Noel Coward a la Sienne Than The Clash on the Thames. But I I wish I was a punk I I I I wish I was a punk I I I I wish I was a punk I I I I wish I was a punk. I I I I wish I was a punk. I enunciate too clearly to be a star I wanna know how Vicious got that far. I think Maggie Thatcher is kinda cute And I'm polite to the substitute president. But Sheena is a punk rocker And I live by the river But I'm more Noel Coward a la Sienne Than The Clash on the Thames. But I wish I was Antichrist I wish I was an anarchist I know what I want, not how to get it I wanna destroy passer-by Cos I wanna be a punk A punk. A punk. A punk. A punk.
11.
Mr King Kong 03:00
Wants to be a Tesla hero, But on earth he's less than zero. Always takes his photograph With a smirk and half an arse. Better set his own budget For chocolate, but fudge it Say he's right, he's never wrong But I hate Mr King Kong. Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong He's been here far too long Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong Get offline America's getting restless You distribute freedom and that's a weapon. Got to learn to raid the guiltless Use his money to buy a witness Stick his thumb in every pie Pull a plum or learn to lie. I hate Mr King Kong. Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong He's been here far too long Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong Get offline America's getting restless You distribute freedom and that's a weapon. He's is more than enough For a country as small as us. Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong He's been here far too long Oh Oh it's Mr King Kong Get offline America's getting restless You distribute freedom and that's a weapon.
12.
The bleary eyed beauty boards the train, Takes her to Victoria again. I brush past, smell her perfume, Her nose holds some morning dew. Gently folds her newspaper, And tightens the band that holds her hair, Never mind the Northern Line I'll never find a girl so fine. Frizzly strands of sandy hair Falling blandly. Hand in hand, We will be free To live quietly In a cottage by the sea Just you and me. Clapham Junction dribbles past Lifts her glasses as I wake up. Bleary eyed beauty stay the same And I will ride Victoria again. Gently folds her newspaper, And tightens the band that holds her hair, Never mind Never mind Never mind Never mind.
13.
I like to listen to music It helps me pass the time. Sometime I find I use it To think of what was mine. See your smile Fall far behind. I never used my mirror, Until it was you. And though your frame was silver It had a turquoise hue. See your smile Fall far behind. There were days that we could meet And we'd take each one in hand. But it could never be so sweet And now I'm in another land. See your smile Fall far behind. You have left me a painting And I keep it on my wall I still stay up waiting For another missed call. See your smile Fall far behind. Sometime I listen to music And it's that song you liked While I don't know the reason I find it's kinda nice. See your smile Fall far behind. If I was a poet I'd have written you any line And though you may not know it I'm singing for you this time. See your smile Fall far behind. I wondered that if I could fly I'd have gone to your door Where I'd have watched your eyes As I'd quoth "Nevermore". See your smile Fall far behind. You used to my someone And I was somebody It was then I felt like I had won But now I darn't bare to see. See your smile Fall far behind. I heard you're carving a future Well I'm making mine too A life's a big adventure And part of mine was you. See your smile Fall far behind. Your smile So far behind me.
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With a smile and a simper you simmer by my side, You pick at your feet and you look elsewhere. You wonder what is going through the air Between my ears, underneath these eyes You've drawn lines. They show time you say Time we have frittered away. Together we can be free From time you say, But here we are, Quite apart. With a smile and a simper you simmer by my side, You wish that you could be quite perfectly At ease with the world and time Just hoping it'll pass you by. But that's what you say. I'm not sure that I agree With everything you've decreed. Together we can be free From time you say, But I don't agree With you. At least not any more.

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Whatever this album is getting at it's getting there.

Barabajagals 3rd album with stronger alternative folk sounds mixed in with the myriad of experimental and psychedelic features. The album is Eponymous because everyone needs at least one self-titled effort and I like the irony that some of my most outwards facing songs are featured under an inwards facing album title.

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released November 4, 2014

David Cooper - Songwriter and performer with

Emma Bennet - Lead Vocals on Song of the Bird and Bleary Eyed Beauty
Dobbin Thomas - Co-writer of Get Beat
Fraser Thompson - Bass on How to Breathe, drum programming on Breathing and Prozac in your Pocket
Peter Sinton - Bass on Get Beat and Breathing

Produced by Fraser Thompson

With thanks to Naomi Hirsch 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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