Augie March is like crack
For those who are interested...
Seven songs that I like best, zipped up - circa 30MB
YSI download (let me know if it expires or anything)
or via MegaUpload.
Details: (bold songs are included. If anyone wants just a single song, let me know and I shall oblige)
01 One Crowded Hour
If love is a bolt from the blue
then what is a bolt but a glorified screw
and that doesn't hold nothing together.
An old song - we've been hearing it live for quite a while - but it has strength from that longevity. I think it probably started out pretty raw - it feels like there's a lot of Glenn in this one - but its developed and matured, and it's a rollicking good song.
(02 Victoria's Secrets)
03 The Cold Acre
My heart is a cold acre...
nothing grows in a cold acre
The opening of this song captures really well the sense of lingering nostalgia about this album. There's a sweetness about it, but it winds itself up.
(04 Stranger Strange)
05 Mother Greer
Well-versed am I in the taint of my birth, my diminishing role this sphere,
but sometimes I require a communique from the Mother to make it clear...
But after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer.
Glenn got angry at Germaine Greer, who wrote a poem about - I think - a post-orgasmic man hearing the patter of tiny feet and freaking out. This sort of thing should happen more often. (Er, yes, this is the Augie version of an angry song; it's more an anger of viciousness in the lyrics than a RAH! angry.)
(06 The Honey Month)
07 Just Passing Through
We were winding up the road to the site
with the windows down and the cigarettes alight,
singing some rubbish about my soul's alright.
I didn't know what I could do.
It's just you and I and some other guy,
forever passing through.
An Augie-on-the-road sort of song. I LOVE this song. It has the rock elements of the current trends in pop-rock, delivered with Augie panache in the lyrics. It goes off.
08 Thin Captain Crackers
Don't bring 'em up if you can't put 'em down.
Thin Captain Crackers bowling naked through the centre of the town.
The sun won't bake his blue skin brown,
he's been too long underground.
Introduced to us live as "an ode to Glenn's favourite crackers". Rather typical Augie's-on-the-good-drugs song, with a marvellous boppy jangling beat. A fun song, with more to be got out of it (like all of 'em).
09 Bottle Baby
When the hounds come around I go to the bottle,
Like every wet shadow before me.
Now are you angry at me 'cos I'm no longer free?
I don't sound it or say it or feel it.
The truly slow offering, nigh on acoustic and heart-breaking. Beautiful, simple and poignant.
(10 Mt Wellington Reverie)
(11 The Baron of Sentiment)
(12 Bolte and Dunstan Talk Youth)
13 Clockwork
It's too hot, babe; pull the covers back.
Don't touch me, babe; I don't remember ever liking that.
Don't touch me, babe; roll over.
If I had to describe this song in one word... well, it'd probably be and has been AWESOME, but also CREEPY. It's stilted, unbalanced and dissonant in a manner reminiscent of the awesome stuff on "Thanks for the Memes". I can't get enough of this song, of its sliding chords and muttering, of the way it slowly winds itself up and grinds it out.
(14 Vernoona)
Seven songs that I like best, zipped up - circa 30MB
YSI download (let me know if it expires or anything)
or via MegaUpload.
Details: (bold songs are included. If anyone wants just a single song, let me know and I shall oblige)
01 One Crowded Hour
If love is a bolt from the blue
then what is a bolt but a glorified screw
and that doesn't hold nothing together.
An old song - we've been hearing it live for quite a while - but it has strength from that longevity. I think it probably started out pretty raw - it feels like there's a lot of Glenn in this one - but its developed and matured, and it's a rollicking good song.
(02 Victoria's Secrets)
03 The Cold Acre
My heart is a cold acre...
nothing grows in a cold acre
The opening of this song captures really well the sense of lingering nostalgia about this album. There's a sweetness about it, but it winds itself up.
(04 Stranger Strange)
05 Mother Greer
Well-versed am I in the taint of my birth, my diminishing role this sphere,
but sometimes I require a communique from the Mother to make it clear...
But after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer.
Glenn got angry at Germaine Greer, who wrote a poem about - I think - a post-orgasmic man hearing the patter of tiny feet and freaking out. This sort of thing should happen more often. (Er, yes, this is the Augie version of an angry song; it's more an anger of viciousness in the lyrics than a RAH! angry.)
(06 The Honey Month)
07 Just Passing Through
We were winding up the road to the site
with the windows down and the cigarettes alight,
singing some rubbish about my soul's alright.
I didn't know what I could do.
It's just you and I and some other guy,
forever passing through.
An Augie-on-the-road sort of song. I LOVE this song. It has the rock elements of the current trends in pop-rock, delivered with Augie panache in the lyrics. It goes off.
08 Thin Captain Crackers
Don't bring 'em up if you can't put 'em down.
Thin Captain Crackers bowling naked through the centre of the town.
The sun won't bake his blue skin brown,
he's been too long underground.
Introduced to us live as "an ode to Glenn's favourite crackers". Rather typical Augie's-on-the-good-drugs song, with a marvellous boppy jangling beat. A fun song, with more to be got out of it (like all of 'em).
09 Bottle Baby
When the hounds come around I go to the bottle,
Like every wet shadow before me.
Now are you angry at me 'cos I'm no longer free?
I don't sound it or say it or feel it.
The truly slow offering, nigh on acoustic and heart-breaking. Beautiful, simple and poignant.
(10 Mt Wellington Reverie)
(11 The Baron of Sentiment)
(12 Bolte and Dunstan Talk Youth)
13 Clockwork
It's too hot, babe; pull the covers back.
Don't touch me, babe; I don't remember ever liking that.
Don't touch me, babe; roll over.
If I had to describe this song in one word... well, it'd probably be and has been AWESOME, but also CREEPY. It's stilted, unbalanced and dissonant in a manner reminiscent of the awesome stuff on "Thanks for the Memes". I can't get enough of this song, of its sliding chords and muttering, of the way it slowly winds itself up and grinds it out.
(14 Vernoona)