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Frozen bus, tambourine moon

by Ainsley Reed & The Rat Runners

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1.
7 Pentacles 02:49
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
2.
Arachne 05:44
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
3.
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
4.
Catbus 03:30
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
5.
Patty Hearst 05:47
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?
6.
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
7.
Nimmitabel 05:10
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
8.
Tequila sun 03:11
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

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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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