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Jack The Dancer
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Jack the Dancer was a freebooting scoundrel and a cad. He moved into Bowel somewhere around 2010. It was a shitty address but there he squatted, gorging himself and marshalling his forces ‘til he was fi t to burst the walls / He became such a pain the Scalpels evicted him on October 19 of that year, a bloody affair that razed a long tract of productive real estate and left the nation state of Body bedridden for 54 days / We thought then that we’d seen the last of Jack, but it turns out he’d simply changed address, moving west and setting up shop in Liver *** He had just the one outlet to begin with, but trading conditions were so favourable he got ambitious and opened up a chain of stores. Oh, he was bigger than Bunnings, the shopfronts getting ever larger and spreading all over town / There was even speculation that he was planning on further expansion, establishing a franchise up north in Lungs. Conditions up there were said to be ideal *** The Scalpels talked about mounting an operation to take the Dancer out once and for all, launching an assault on Liver and cleaning the joint out street by street, shop by shop - But plans got nixed when intelligence figured there was a fifty per cent chance the recalcitrant kingdom of Heart would object and stage a suicide attack on Body just for the hell of it. / (And let’s face it, Heart’s rarely made sensible decisions) *** A prolonged assault by the external forces of Chemo was also considered. Such a mother of a battle might extend Body’s viability for a couple of months, but it’d be Vietnam or Afghanistan, a costly campaign that couldn’t, ultimately, be won / Jack the Dancer hid out and consolidated his hold on Liver, building his forces, confident Body would be his within six to eight months. A Kamikazi mission indeed / In the deep north, Brain’s currency was stories. It was the richest state in the nation but its intelligence was poor. In spite of the pain, it responded to the troubles in Bowel way too late. And by the time it was appraised of the situation in Liver, some might’ve said the battle was all but over / So Brain gathered tales and spun stories.
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A Road Out Of Town
04:25
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There’s a road out of town. It runs for as long as you can handle it. It runs ‘til you find someplace to settle down. And then it runs on again.… It runs straight for miles and miles at a time, an endless time, across black-soil plains revealing – inch by inch – the gentle curvature of the earth.… Bordered by fresh road-kill and decaying memorials, it crosses dry creek beds and raging torrents, and bends and twists and turns and climbs through hills and drop-side mountains and down freeways and city streets and out the other side, through farmlands and forests and lonesome bush tracks, through elegant boulevards of measured, exotic trees, through grey walls of gum, the scrag of stunted scrub, burnt-out wastelands, tufted carpets of spinifex smeared across the deserts, head-lit tunnels through darkness. White lines. No lines.…It sweeps around beaches devoid of footprints, weaves through swamps and rainforests on pummeling rickety bridges, disguises itself in deep billows of bull-dust, blows tyres on tar and dirt alike.… It’s a road out of town. Above it, the tapestries of the skies unfold.
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Long-Grass Lights
04:16
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Itinerants - Crashed around the streets - Like drunken shopping trolleys - Abandoned - Wheels to the sky - Rust setting in / The Doctor - Scavenging through bins - For cigarette butts - To be dragged free - Of shame - In contemplative silence/ Sun-blistered Heidi - Way too fair for these climes - Communing with pigeons - Prisoners in blue plastic cages - Propped by the sliding doors of Woolies - Or the Post Offi ce - Catching blasts of air-conditioning - Scribbling furiously in notebooks of sand / Three white teenagers - Two boys and a girl - Should be in school - In hometown south - Sitting on Cavenagh Street - Three days running - ‘Can you spare a dollar mister?’ / Wedged in a banyan - Shorts and a fi shing reel - Towel and toothbrush - In a grey plastic bag - Singed blanket - Folded neatly as a hospital / Beneath the car park Milkwood - Torn wine casks - Silver pillows - Stuff of nightmares - Smashed glass and gravel - Echoes of arguments and love-ins / “Hey brudder - You got two dollar?” - ‘Where you from?’ - “Maningrida.” - ‘You not mybrudder.’ / The dentist - Skinny bloke with light hands - New to town – Pawing - Silver mouths of parking meters - Bridgework of telephone boxes - Mine-sweeping the gutters - For bumpers / Bearded spook - In heavy jacket - In thirty-three degrees - Trawling the malls - Sticking to the walls - Ever vigilant - Ever watchful - Ever suspicious / A new arrival in town - Spot the whacko at fi fty paces - And prepare to cross the street - Pauses outside Flight Centre - Looks at the fi breglass airline captain - With a handful of brochures - Like he’s a long lost friend - And embraces him - Hugs him hard - Hanging on for dear life - Whispering sweet somethings into his ear
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Laughing Outlaw Australia
Started in 1999 Laughing Outlaw Records is a Sydney based independent Record and Management company. It's attitude and approach is pretty simple - music fans releasing music for other music fans. Nothing more complicated than that. The songs here are for listening only, CD's and merchandise can be purchased from the Laughing Outlaw website. In Australia retail distribution is through Inertia ... more
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