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David Bridie
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HOTEL RADIO

HOTEL RADIO
ON A DAY LIKE THIS
SAFETY HAVEN
COME AROUND
100 FLOWERS IN BLOOM
THE TENDER TRAP
NATION (OF THE HEARTLESS KIND)
EPIPHANY
LOOKING AFTER OURSELVES AGAIN
CANOPY
STUMBLE AWAY
BLUE BLACK SKY
WIRES

Lyrics published by Mushroom Music Publishing. Reprinted with permission.




HOTEL RADIO

(Bridie/Barker)

february… one long day
I'd hardly call it summer when my skin’s so pale

two star room well that’s ok
I stay one night then move on to another place
each place I stay I hear the same wrong done
on my hotel radio

far away from the bastard few
roman pillar houses with a harbour view
I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing’
on my hotel radio

been turning circles love the Bakerlite dial
been finding stations playing tunes I ain't heard in a while
and I've been making different pictures to the same ol songs
on my hotel radio

february one long day
I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale
I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing
on my hotel radio

february, one long day
I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale




ON A DAY LIKE THIS

(Bridie/Littlemore)

you see that man slumped by the corner
swigging on a tin can
half filled with brandavino, it’s the middle of the day
and on a day like this it’s the drink that makes them colourful;

he goes waltzing round the garden wall
he’s casting demons from his battered soul
a cold wind cuts from the south side all the shoppers go inside
and on a day like this it’s the drink that makes them colourful

the mighty cliff, the barren sea
a heart that is ringing out for me
push on 'til you feel complete
happy dancing dusty feet

out front of the amusement hall
a laugh when you think of it all
takes the panic edge off the waiting 'til the fortnight comes round

and away from any evidence
the Major pushes zero tolerance
so the girl who thinks that she's Jesus faces jail for her crimes

and on a day like this it’s the drugs that makes them colourful
and on a day like this it’s the drink that makes them wonderful
and on a day like this it’s the drink that makes them colourful

for we are young and free….this wonderful country




SAFETY HAVEN

(Bridie/Littlemore)

lose the comfort, falling backwards
that’s so easy, it just leads me to the place I know
my asylum, safety haven, it’s a cushion,
it cushions me from feeling this way

let's go travelling, every nation
fill our heads up… with all these hits and memories
I've been looking only for the good in people
every reason, for every reason for the things they do

the shock of the new seeking asylum
safety haven some place with you

I've been searching
some place dripping with great beauty
you can find it with me that’s all I ask




COME AROUND

(Bridie/Phillips)

looking for excitement here it’s like waiting for the train,
longing for the phone to ring, hoping for some rain
but will you come around

take care in being slow now, gentle in your slide
pure and simple aching, a little silky glide
but will you come around?

there’s always someone laughing here
in the middle of the day
they’re all singing and shouting in the front of their house
we get carried away
so will you come around

there’s always someone laughing here
in the middle of the day
they’re all singing and shouting in the front of their house
we get carried away
so will you come around




100 FLOWERS IN BLOOM
(Bridie)

we search for the one place that we cannot find
of intimate beauty, stella and grace

we live in a place, full of imagination
still we couldn’t care less, whatever they say

100 flowers in bloom
this time love may grow
this simple love and majesty

amongst the house of bricks, these golden expectations
we’re taking our chances, wherever we go

so let us stay out, stay out 'til morning
'til our body starts aching,
we feel our way, feel our way, find our way back home

the flow of the fountain, the ease of the north wind
embalmed in a garden , a rose olive garden
no one else can find… no one else can find




THE TENDER TRAP

(Bridie)

dive into the tender trap by the wild sagasso sea,
by the wild sagasso sea
the factory orange sky alight burning with possibilities all night
it’s only when the darkness falls maybe you will come to me,
maybe you will come for me somehow

fall into the tender trap
in the early afternoon, when the light is bleached and ruined
come when the quiet night rolls in
we’ll move amongst the buildings, parks and bars,
the buildings, parks and bars

its only when the darkness falls
that maybe you will come for me,
maybe you will come for me somehow

come into the tender trap I'll wait for you in my sleep,
wait patiently in my sleep,
for only there is quiet and warm
with nothing to disturb us there no alarm

it's only when this darkness falls
maybe you will come to me, maybe you will come for me
it's only when the darkness falls
in the wild sargasso sea maybe you will come for me somehow? somehow?




NATION (OF THE HEARTLESS KIND)
(Bridie)

we dare not move
we sit close by, we’re drinking the spoils, ignoring the cries
the one in every three dead
haunting back on our shores
is this all we’ve got the energy for?

where has our heart gone?
selective memory, isolationists
falling back on ourselves pretend that we’re strong
we’re not that strong….

I believe that we had the chance to show
the strength in our heart, true test of our metal
and when the first hurdle came with the yards to be done
we fell, we crashed, we cried and fell down

is this our whole nation of the heartless kind
this here’s a sorrowful song
this here’s a sorrowful song

remember back when the Great Wars ended
they took us to those places, very special places
and we told them all, we’d never forget
we’d stand arm in arm
judge us by the way we act now

is my whole nation of the heartless kind
this here’s a sorrowful song
this here’s a sorrowful song

this here’s a sorrowful song
this here’s a sorrowful song
this here’s a sorrowful song
a sorrowful nation, a sorrowful song
a sorrowful nation for a beautiful nation
for a sorrowful nation

is this my whole nation of the heartless kind?
this here’s a sorrowful song
this here’s a sorrowful song




EPIPHANY
(Bridie)

this may be my one great epiphaneous moment
this may be one great epiphany
the one event that turns my life,
things I don’t believe in epiphaneous moment
twists it, turns it shapes it with the great all knowing knife
and I just hope that I’m not too far gone
to remember this tomorrow

the stone that sends the circle travelling on the ripple chain effect,
epiphaneous moment
he one basic revelation
this may be, great epiphany my one great epiphany

I knew that there was something wrong inherent in repeat behaviour
and I’ve learnt my lesson well,
the lighthouse warns of coming danger
snaps me out from staring blankly at the picture frame
you see the words writ large, things I don’t believe in
I see words writ large things I don’t believe in
all the things I don’t believe in

this could be that one sure-fire significant moment
the last carnival adventure
the one that wipes the trail of tears away and then turns them into song… epiphaneous moment
this could be…
and I’ve began to look past the ol things
and see you for the first time
this could be my one great epiphaneous moment
the one that rights the wrong way turning
will you wont you come with me
the stone that sends the circle travelling on the ripple chain effect
epiphaneous moment
one event that turns my life
my one great epiphaneous moment
will you won't you come with me
this could be my one great epiphaneous moment
the one event that turns my life




LOOKING AFTER OURSELVES AGAIN

(Bridie/Littlemore)

the blackshirts are coming
are you feeling the stress
here comes entertainment we all acquiesce
a live war reads much better than a delayed telecast
weve got exclusive pictures, exclusive pictures!!

just looking after ourselves again

is this all we’ve got the energy for
increased police surveillance all out drugs on war
a nation of shareholders raise the pinnacle floor
the little man’s dream of what’s important

just looking after ourselves again
just looking after ourselves again

the blackshirts are coming
are you feeling the stress
here comes entertainment we all acquiesce

just looking after ourselves again
just looking after ourselves again




CANOPY
(Bridie)

beneath the breathing canopy wild, lush and green
the amphibians they bake there softly
the cockroaches survives the catastrophe
we stand not a chance

walk across the footbridge grasp at the rope
the damp and rotten wood planks, no hope
the rivers a wild cauldron one slip and you’re gone
you call this an adventure

beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion
beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion
beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion

beneath the dark green canopy dinosaur bones,
we sleep amongst the sunlight unarmed
the fake and rotting stench, the sassafras tree,
we all survive the catastrophe

beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion
beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion

once you find the path don’t lose it
no once you find the path don’t lose it
Just follow the map, just follow the map
no once you find the path don’t lose it

beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion
beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion
beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion
beneath the crescent moon, soak us in emotion




STUMBLE AWAY
(Bridie)

would you like to run faster
but you know there's no way
there’s only enthusiasts anywhere today
and should the hope 'round the corner
prove quite a surprise
there’s a man with a card saying
"don’t be sick, don’t be old, don’t be ordinary, otherwise"

I don’t feel so good today, Well I fall down

it pays to keep your eyes open
read beneath what they say
this is all one great big lie
just like Australia day
and the crowd are out watching
the fireworks in the rain
they all do nothing, say nothing
silence is lying

I don't feel so good today, then I fall down
then I stumble away, stumble away

I wish that I may, and I wish that I might
keep my head and my nerve if the fight is a good fight
should the hope round the corner prove quite a surprise
and there’s a man with a card saying
"don’t be sick, don't be old, don’t be ordinary
otherwise..."

I don’t feel so good today, then I fall down
then stumble away, stumble away, stumble away




BLUE BLACK SKY
(Bridie/Frost)

blue black sky
will cover my tracks all around til I die
count me in
we're off far away to the hills once again

don't ask why
there but for the grace of god travel I
I've been told
opportunity knocks behind books and boat holds

walk away walk away walk with me out in the night
you deserve better than this
you're much stronger than that

stay at home
alone with your family and all that you own
watch her play
she's making the world up the best part of the day

the piano boy slumped forward head looking low
the bottom notes they ring out still nobody knows
he loses himself in his crouching pose till they're gone
and nobody is listening, nobody's listening

watch your back
and hope that your friends will just keep coming back
don't ask why
there but for the grace of god travel I

walk away walk away walk with me out in the night
you deserve better than this
you're much stronger than that




WIRES
(Bridie/Littlemore)

the whispering wires
you can hear them sing
they sway in the danger
and they shake with the wind
and the sound is, a whisper in motion
it breathes and it rings just get me out of here

they pass on the desperate commercial enquiries, the gossiping words
the tears they will melt through the cables
the cables and wires
they all flow on down the line

walk long the highway
6pm friday, windy afternoon

reclusive and quiet, must get out of here
away to the place,
to the lonely place, just get me out of here




Co-Produced by Nick Littlemore with David Bridie

Mixed by Ian Caple Recorded by Christian Scallan

Recorded at Mangrove Studios, Gosford NSW April - May 2002. assisted by Blair
and The Enormodome, Northcote November 2001, February - April 2002
and Woodend December 2001. assisted by Sean Gruppetta
and Von and Tim Littlemore’s House December 2001

Mixed at Sing Sing Studios Richmond July 2002. assisted by Jimmy the Hat

Mastered By Tim Read @ Metropolis, London UK

Edits and compile by Ross Cockle

Some additional production ideas thanks to Ben Frost, Frank Titaz and Phil Wales

Musicians
David Bridie Piano, Wurlitzer, Pump Organ, Melodian, Nords, Moog, Loops and vocals
Nick Littlemore Programming, Loops of all sorts and noises
Phil Wales Guitars
Felix Bloxom Drums
Sam Dixon Bass
Dave Mason Vocals
Kate Noonan Vocals
Amanda Brown Vocals
Rebecca Coseboom Vocals
Michael Barker Drums
Phil Slater Trumpet
Kim Moyes Vibraphone
Miriam Allan Mezzo Soprano
Adam Gare Theremin
Helen Mountfort Cello
Vicki Phillipson Oboe
Geoff Lierse French Horn
Dean Addison Double Bass
Floyd Vincent Acoustic Guitar
Stella Bridie Vocals
Christian Scallan Programming
Mary Domani Harp

Orchestra on Nation, Tender Trap and Blue Black Sky arranged by David Bridie and Helen Mountfort, conducted by Andrea Keeble and recorded at Alan Eaton's Studio in St.Kilda by Robin Gray for the movie Tempted, directed by Bill Bennett and used with kind permission.

Stringband sample in "On A Day Like This" played by the Revanmates Stringband from the Duke of York islands near Rabaul in East New Britain Province, Papua New Guinea

David is managed by Chris Gough and Bernard Galbally at Mayday Management. www.mana.com.au
www.davidbridie.com.au run by Rik Nicholson
Album A&R by Simon Moor and Colin Daniels for EMI
photography James Littlemore art and design Russel Bradley colorbox.com.au

thanks to Lynne Hamilton, Winnie and Stella Bridie, Rob Snarski, Jason Byrne, Jon Casimir, Will and Mary Lanarch-Jones, Bernadette Ryan, Tony Harlow, Jacob Rumbiak (Papua Merdeka), Kristen Francis, Von and Tim Littlemore, Bill Cullen, Phillipa Overgaard, Bob Chettle, Ross and Rosemary Bridie and the family, Bill and Jenny Bennett and all the crew in the cake and not drowning, waving, Byron Scullin, John O'Donnell, Graham Ashton, Mark Poston, Craig Hawker, James Littlemore, Kerri Simpson, Rik Nicholson, Jolie Allen, Ben Bohane, Mark Worth, Chris, Bernard, Julie, Becki and Kate at Mana/Mayday.