Frozen bus, tambourine moon

by Ainsley Reed & The Rat Runners

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released April 5, 2015

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Ainsley Reed & The Rat Runners Canberra, Australia

Ainsley Reed and The Rat Runners have been putting the 'intergenerational' into pseudonymous genteel artistic poverty for a couple of years now. They earnestly hope you enjoy their over-written and under-rehearsed hyphen-pop nuggets.

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Track Name: 7 Pentacles
We'll climb the hills behind
The National Zoo
We've got work to do
Zeroing our minds

Talking about Patty Smith and Brett Myers
Watching the low-strung tambourine moon
As it strikes up the lovegrass fires

7 of Pentacles - upright
7 of Pentacles - and the Ace of Wands
7 of Pentacles - alright
7 of Pentacles - and the Ace of Wands

You're sailing for Lesbos
I can't go too
I've got work to do,
Although I mirror you

Our single heart, like the CIA, it conspires
and it beats in time to the tambourine moon
through the lovegrass fires

7 of Pentacles - upright
7 of Pentacles - and the Ace of Wands
7 of Pentacles - alright
7 of Pentacles - and the Ace of Wands

Your bus leaves the road, and
Rides the skies
The Valkyries have work to do
And they never get tired

Always Nimitabel, Cooma, Bombala,
Lie still beneath the tambourine moon
Dreaming of lovegrass fires

7 of Pentacles - upright
7 of Pentacles - and the Ace of Wands
7 of Pentacles - alright
7 of Pentacles - and the Ace of Wands
Track Name: Arachne
Athena said she's gonna leave me
Outside a Cretan restaurant
And though I don't believe her
She's gonna get just what she wants

Zeus dropped her back with Arachne's rope
He was pulling off in his dirty chariot
And butter would not melt in her pants
She looked like Jessie with her lariat

This country is so lackadaisical
Do they have to crucify themselves?
Put their babes on Torture Island
Up on our continental shelves

Reading Sun Tzu and Machiavelli
To get my head around the times
While a crapper rapper West Sydney fapper
In melting traffic's busting rhymes

Sun burning like a housefire
Hanging just above our heads
We just keep on washing our hands
And swallowing our meds

Always one step from disaster
Every day of our lives
Walking along the precipice
But carrying a little honey back to the hive
Track Name: Elephant head
If it's all the same to you, I won't be back again
Hurting's all you seem to know
But things are different now
I've got another sacred cow
To pin my hopes upon

When I met you you took time for the little things;
Like breaking rocks down by the Nile
Or tossing blossoms in the Ganges
Either way, either river,
A slow brown flow of dirty time

So pull the plug on this universe
And wash the galaxies down the drain
Sticky, super dense time
Glows like the ocean
Tossed against the sand of stars

Destroyer of Worlds, you have broken your own child now
And things will never be the same
No worshiper of dread
Or purloined elephant's head
Can patch or fix your name
Track Name: Catbus
Yes I feel the pain
Your mother can't explain
Although I know you don't want to make too much fuss
I'm just waiting for the Catbus

Life can be too slow
Then it's go go go
You find you want to just step back from the rush
I'm just waiting for the Catbus

A bus stop where the old folks go
Retirement village, not even a road
Around the corner it's coming for us

I'm just waiting (I'm just waiting)
For the Catbus (for the Catbus)
I'm just waiting (I'm just waiting)
For the Catbus (for the Catbus)
I'm just waiting for the Catbus

I'm just waiting (I'm just waiting)
For the Catbus (for the Catbus)
I'm just waiting (I'm just waiting)
For the Catbus (for the Catbus)
I'm just waiting for the Catbus

I'm (I'm)
just waiting (just waiting)
I'm (I'm)
just waiting (just waiting)
I'm just waiting for the Catbus
Track Name: Patty Hearst
Black and white come together
The Symbionese are ready to kill
Dr Foster, the Fascist insect
That preys upon the life of the People
From Soledad De Frieze is free
The SLA have found their key

Patty Hearst in her flat
The moon was rancid butterfat
And was Patty Hearst was removed
A princess held in chains for food
Christened Tanya then, made mate to a Wolfman

Patty Hearst get your gun
You got the pigs on the run
Tanya Hearst take your aim
The pigs all scared of your name
Whatever Grandaddy did
The Symbionese have got you hid

Patty Hearst take your time
We got the pigs on the line
Inglewood California
Mel's sportstore is a goldmine
While we carry out the loot
Take sweet aim and shoot shoot shoot

Patty Hearst this house is burning
14 66 East 54th
Nancy, Willy Wolf
The General, Don De Frieze and Mizmoon
And Camilla Hall
Burned to death and all

21 April '75
A bourgeois pig was splattered
At a bank job in Carmichael
As Emily said it, it doesn't matter
But in the driver's seat
Did the driver feel just once like pig meat?
Track Name: Straight to my head
Walking home with you last night, I was hypnotised
By the sounds up in your room
A bottle of smoke and some Ambulance Blues
Had me in a swoon

It went straight to my head
Straight to my head

Back in Frankston on the weekend
There wasn't really much to do
Cleaning factories on a Friday night
Saturday buy Led Zeppelin II

And it went straight to my head
Straight to my head

And now I'm acting up in the ACT
But can go back when I was me

And it went straight to my head
Straight to my head

Now we're going steady to the pictures
On Victoria St
From Alphaville to A Zed and Two Noughts
Walking home in the Richmond heat

It went straight to my head
Straight to my head
Straight to my head
Straight to my head
Track Name: Nimmitabel
I dreamed that I woke up
And you were standing there before me
A ghost-gum in the moon
A white-limbed tree

Up the broken mountain
Red footprints, rocks and rubble
Are you lost or
Leading me into trouble?

The quarries of Nimmitabel
I hunted and I lied
Will our waters start
Or divide?

Me and the philosophy sophomore
The river sucking at our feet
Tonight I rock pianner
On Bombala St

General stores & B&Bs
Spread like a prayerful cancer
She's telephoning Nietzsche but
He won't answer

The Kelly gang a 5 piece band
Ned and Dan, Joe and Steve
Myself, abruptly here
Until I leave

Like a fat goanna
With a river abode
We skip rocks on the water
A la mode

Yet still we cook
In the sun
What is the time
Is it 19 or 21?

A soul lepidopterist
Is what I need
To pin down all
Of my dreams

My big metal head
On fire in the sun
Rifle in my hand
Heavy with fun

Is this real or Nolan?
My spinal cord snaps as I'm hung
All of the time we spent
Is still to come

And what have I established?
Time travel is just a disease
Of a flighty soul
Lost in the trees
Track Name: Tequila sun
Sitting in the sun, it's a dangerous time
If you don't want to get sunburnt
Having lots of fun but the fun is less fun
When it's so obviously unearned

Tequila sun can come
Rise up in the sunburnt east
And then it drags you down
Just when you expect it least

Sitting with the boys, make a dangerous noise
Talking tough with your companyeros
In the corner of your eye the Federales walk by
So you hide beneath your sombreros

I don't mind the Zapatistas on my mesa
Just keep the Yanquis off my butte

Last Tuesday night, I got pretty tight
Drank Margarita with my machetona
We shared a seat on the bus but she started to cuss
I couldn't help it that I got a boner