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David Bridie
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ACT OF FREE CHOICE

THE KORAN, THE GHAN AND A YARN
DIVE
BREATH
KEROSENE
THE DESERTERS
FLOAT
SAD
TALK MISTER NATION
SALT (I DON'T WANT TO GO NO FURTHER)
THE LAST GREAT MAGICIAN
FOUND WANTING

Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing. Reprinted with permission.




THE KORAN, THE GHAN AND A YARN

(Bridie)

camel dust, foot tracks, flea bitten trains of the desert
sit underneath the palm tree, a fine resting place
arab pioneer bones, Islam remains in the cemetery
a different kind of air, it's a strange meeting place, strange meeting place
down amongst the ochre all colours and shades
a pit for a painting place deep in the ground
up the Oodnadatta, well you know it's just a matter of time
up the Oodnadatta, well you know it's just a matter of time
'til the sky ends
The Koran, The Ghan and a Yarn
The Koran, The Ghan and a Yarn
some sorry place true, some sorry place true
some sorry place true, some sorry place true
the King Black Crow, sweeping low, wind it blows on the gibber plain
massacre a carcass, feasting on the bones and veins
up the Oodnadatta, well you know it's just a matter of time
up the Oodnadatta, well you know it's just a matter of time
til the sky ends
The Koran, The Ghan and a Yarn
The Koran, The Ghan and a Yarn




DIVE

(Bridie/Phillips)

the ocean is rising, i feel the water storming in
the ocean is waiting, it's waiting for me to dive right in
it's waiting for me to dive, to dive
no sailor would doubt me, he's sensed this strange mood some time before
tsunami come, quickly, come cover me whole forever more
lie down on the coral stones, face right up to the sky
and i can hear the ocean's mighty
thunder sound under the Milky Way
it's quiet as glass now... until there's a wind so it'll be
the reef starts a fire dance
the waves crash through the salt against my skin
hold onto your head now
it's waiting for us to dive right in
heave away, haul away
and yeah it's waiting for me to dive, to dive
heave away, haul away
heave away, haul away
the Mulukuwausi, it comes today




BREATH

(Bridie)

slowly shut your eyelids
feel all overcome
something's working beautifully
something's this much fun
but can you taste it
sort through it
bite into it spread it round
you didn't see it coming
now you just hold your breath
you didn't see it coming
now you just hold your breath
god speed please be with you
you'd best be on your way
the phone rings out continuously, at all hours of the day
are you wasted?
sort of used up, bite into it
you didn't see it coming and now you just hold your breath




KEROSENE

(Bridie)

wind comes up through the trees
first time softly cleansing breeze
second time angry ill at ease, ill at ease
all ablaze in the western sky
one spark, cruel wind, open fire
here comes arson with its violent desire
Kerosene, Kerosene
in the wild west bible story
the devil-like fire comes bathed in glory
hot wind flush again my skin
brings back thoughts of wandering
back from where i first began, back then
Kerosene, Kerosene




THE DESERTERS
(Bridie)

yeah it's broken, the wheel's still turning
it's turning slowly in the sky
we go out searching, we go out climbing
we give everything a try
everybody needs some beauty
some reassurance, reassurance
you can tell so much about a place by the way they treat their own
the way they treat their own deserters
undone thinking this way undone
east Richmond station go through the backstreets
neath the cold and the rain
we go out searching we go down fighting
yeah we give everything a try
everybody needs some beauty
some reassurance, reassurance
you can tell so much about a place by the way they treat their own
the way they treat their own deserters
undone thinking this way undone




FLOAT

(Bridie/Phillips)

junk is scattered loosely all over the floor
i'm never moving house again
never again i swear
can you feel the pale and smoky days?
everything's so still
the end of all uncertainty, no frills
float - let there be no more regrets
come on and float let there be no more regrets
my body it's an anchored ship
i sit back in the chair
the talkback's on the radio
the bigots are on the air again, again
we're not going to put up with all this junkyard any more
the rain gets in the paper then it peels down off the walls
if this is where the joke ends
well this must be the place
roundabouts and caravans, an ordinary space
we're not going to put up with all this junkyard any more
here's the power rangers come to even up the score




SAD
(Bridie)

i'm believing, i know it's true
i'm believing for you
i'm conceding this much is true
i'm conceding for you
i'm believing this time it's true
i'm believing for you
i'm conceding for you
i'm believing for you
i'm conceiving for you




TALK MISTER NATION
(Bridie)

can you hear them shout
go on seize the day
from their hotel room
from their hotel room
and when the down light comes
it's just a simple thing
lay your weary head
lay it down low, low
drinking on the boat
it's a deep-sea boat
i'm singing way out load
and i can see everything
da da da da




SALT (I Don't Want To Go No Further)

(Bridie/Phillips)

there's a big dog fence, a 3-state border
a drinking house with a few drunk men
no one does much talking, there's a stink in the air
you're not supposed to be there - your time it has come, your time has come
they got miles and miles of sharp reinforced wire, what goes on there on the other side?
the weather out here is unforgiving - relentless and determined, heartless and dry
and it just goes on
i don't want to go no further
you can if you want to, Salt
you can hide out in the night for confessional reasons
reach inside your heart until the thoughts all gone
no one here's expecting you to find any answers
there ain't no answers, the quiet is strong
i don't want to go no further
you can if you want to, Salt
the dead trees neath the water
with the branches pointing out far and wide
these deeds done by explorers - they hide
and it just goes on




THE LAST GREAT MAGICIAN
(Bridie)

the Last Great Magician waves his final sparkler
seven times seven times into the grave
neath cracks of sheet lightning, the red sky rolls forever,
the family and followers all gather around
calm down your troubles, lay down with me
Mulukuwausi, good witch of the sea
the dead man's last party, loud stories and ceremony
they dance on his embers, they drink to his soul
it's delightful, disgraceful, exhibition of reverence
seven times seven times into the grave
his feet soft and dusty, fine spasms of dancing,
by the wide man with red eyes, teeth crooked as match sticks
and he mightn't look much but he's as wise as the lizard, the owl and the fire




FOUND WANTING
(Bridie/Kakulas)

when you're tired and sliding backwards
there's safe comfort better left alone
from great distance you see things
in the kind of light you need to
sharper outlines, neat perspective
see the lies for what they really are
some things are better left alone
some things are better left alone
i'll be always thinking of you
cut you slack whenever you need it
i like the small things, the way you do them
a curious way to pass the afternoon
take a walk out past the station
in the downlight glorious at fall
some things are better left alone
some things are better left alone
or you'll be found wanting, be found wanting
once again



Produced by Ian Caple with David Bridie

Tracks 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 & 11 Recorded by Ian Caple at the house in the hills "Penrith" Mt. Macedon Victoria Australia. Assisted by Chris Scallan (pro tools dude) and Adam Rhodes.
Tracks 8 & 11 Recorded by Simon Polinski at Kitty Miller Bay. Assisted by Adam Rhodes.
Tracks 2, 5, 8, 9 & 10 recorded by David Bridie at Steaming Gents'.
Track 5 Orchestra recorded by Robin Gray at Alan Eaton's Studio St. Kilda.
Track 1 Recorded at Michael Barker's place.

Mastered by Ross Cockle at Sing Sing Studios

John Phillips guitar recorded by John in Brantome, Dordogne, France.

Wenema Mosebuia, conch shells, various tropical ambiences recorded by David Bridie
on the Trobriand Islands, Papua New Guinea during the shoot for the Bill Bennett film 'In A Savage Land'.

Desert textures recorded by Toivo Lember and Wayne Pashleigh in the South Australian outback.

Conch shells on track 10 mixed by Simon Polinski

Musicians.

Piano, Nord, Rhodes, Melodian, Vocals & Bilas things - David Bridie
Drum and Bass Programming - Ian Caple, Simon Polinski, David Bridie
Guitar - Michael Sheridan (Tracks 2, 3, 4 & 6), Phil Wales (Tracks 7, 8 & 9), John Phillips (Track 2), Michael den Elzin (Track 11)
Electric Bass - Darren Steffan (Tracks 4, 6 & 10), Bill McDonald (Tracks 1 & 11)
Double Bass - Dean Addison (Tracks 2, 8 & 10)
Drums - Michael Barker (Tracks 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 & 11)
Cello Harmonics and Electronic - Helen Mountfort (Track 11)
Oboe - Amelia Barden (Track 3)
Hammond - Bruce Haymes (Track 2)
Other Vocals - Kerri Simpson (Tracks 1 & 9), Kutcha Edwards (Track 10), Wenema Mosebuia
String Arrangements - David Bridie, Helen Mountfort
Quartet - Andrea Keeble, Hope Csutoros, Helen Mountfort, Darko Kolosov (Track 4)
Full Orchestra; Principals - Elizabeth Sellars (Violin), Hope Csutoros (Second Violin), John Lynch (Viola), Simon Mean (Cello), Rosemary Webber (Double Bass), Geoff Lierse and Paul Kopetz (Clarinets), Rachel Burke (Oboe).
Conductor - Andrea Keeble (Tracks 5 & 7)
"Mr. Nation" - Andy Brown's grandad.

All tracks written by David Bridie. Except tracks 2, 6 & 9 by David Bridie and John Phillips and track 11 by David Bridie and Phil Kakulas. All tracks published by Mushroom Music Australia. Lyrics reproduced with permission. Mixed by Ian Caple at The Dairy in Brixton, London UK. Assisted by Roy Merchant. Mastered by Ross Cockle at Sing Sing Studios.

Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing. Reprinted with permission.
(P) & © 2000 EMI Music Australia

Thanks.
Ian and Moria Caple.
Colin, Tony, Bruce, Cathy, Michael, Graham, Craig and all at EMI Australia.
Lynne Hamilton, Winnie and Stella Bridie, Ross and Rosemary Bridie, Linda Cuttriss and Greg Newell for the house at Kitty Miller Bay, Michael and Sue Gudinski, for Mount Macedon, Katie and David, Bruce Butler, Ian James, Tommy and Clair, Tom Uren, Peter Karpin, Phillip Mortlock, Jan Casimir, Michelle Armstrong, Michael Parisi, Bill Bennett, Brenda Pam, Ben Hakalitz, Brewster, Karin Berg, Michael Hill, Tim Perell, Kerri Simpson (for lyric ideas 'Dive'), Jane Whitford, Michael Roberts, Mark Prendergast (for initial lyric idea 'Kerosene'), Grant Hanson, Seamus Morely, Bob Chettle, Craig for listening to 2UE

When in Melbourne David chooses to play a Bernie's piano.

Photography by Alex Jennings. Textural photos by Lynne Hamilton and David Bridie.
Cover design by Felicity Stanwell at CMC.
A&R: Colin daniels.
Management by Bruce Butler Management: bbutler@access.net.au
www.davidbridie.com.au