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So This

by Barabajagal

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1.
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?
2.
Gorse 04:06
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.
3.
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.
4.
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.
5.
Yellow Eyed 02:55
Instrumental
6.
Keystone 03:02
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.
7.
So This 02:33
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.
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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
9.
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.
10.
Feather Moon 03:17
Paisley patterns disappear into feather moon it's crystal clear.
11.
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).
12.
Soma 02:37
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?
13.
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.
14.
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.
15.
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.
16.
Hippopotamus 01:44
[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]

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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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