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1.
04:32
We rise up with the midday sun We sleep too much cos the work is done And my papa says that this life is good We got not much money but heaps of food We bask our skin in the afternoon light We’re eating all the sweet ripe fruit And Ol' Brotherboy hangs a tyre from the tree My sister goes first, she goes higher than me We're watching the old crazy birds fly by They're watching us back but we don't know why We don't think we'll ever go back to town The streets hiss and stink, we don't like living there, 'cause the neighbours do frown And 'ol pumpkin head is still after me But I bet he won't look near this river gum tree And we dance round the fire with me old Uncle Ted We watch him pour bad red wine into his head And we wobble our bones until we must stop The music is good but the dancing is not
2.
04:38
I like to hear you talking You tell me something good And I like to be around you just with you She used to sail the oceans Stories and dreams to tell And I think that that's fantastic, what the hell And I thought that this would lead to something And I love the stories that you tell I like hearing about family All the things they do seem wild to me All those weird, wonderful people When things are new life brightens up a bit Your dad's out driving taxis He sings Elvis Presley songs He'd like to live at Gracelands before too long And I thought that this would lead to something And I love the stories that you tell Hey I like hearing about your family All the things they do seem wild to me All those weird, wonderful people When things are new life brightens up a bit Let's walk out in the weather Go rolling in the park Do things that make us really happy Do things that make us really spark We could watch the olds go bowling They stand tall upon the green They laugh and they talk their heads off I think you see what I mean...
3.
05:32
The magician dances merrily for me Her pointy pointy shoes come a gliding across the lino floor but there's no hint of any superstition, trickery or lies Still we don't believe in magic and we're not about to try. In she comes singing songs of magic bright and loud And then she leads me by her sweaty hand and moves me to the door She shows me worlds that look outrageous, a bright red colour in the sky And now the clouds are closing over, must be time to come inside. She warns you haven't kept that magic here at all but you've arranged the world to turn around you, roundabout it goes and you've got every gift available and every dream you'd hope to buy but a gloom still hangs above this place, I can see it in your eyes ...the clouds are closing over, must be time to come inside. The magician smiles her pointy face at me Then disappears into the dusty streets, such a fancy way to leave She does a triple somersault of love, a wave, a nod goodbye I'm still trying to work it out you see I can see it in your eyes The clouds are closing over, must be time to come inside.
4.
These fields are plain The power lines they make scars amongst the backroads Past the corn and maize They're frantic in the wind If the sun shone then this would come to life But the mist and the rain continue on Outside it's pouring, pouring down it falls Down by the river, out up in the hills The family that lives there, they are fishing for eels They've come farm the party for the old lady who died She was Auntie to three of them, mother to one Outside it's pouring, pouring down it fails Just after midday, the tavern it is full The walls lined with old folk The Maori boys drink down the murky beer It's an amiable feeling, there's no fights 'til after dark And that's just family, that's all Outside pouring, pouring down it fails And that's just the family… Outside it’s pouring.
5.
04:18
So many times he's walked along this most ordinary road The memories that she left him with placed a fire burning on his load She seemed a bit distracted, the nights were much too calm And now he's realised much too late that there ain't nobody home And she's gone She walked into the living room, she stared down cold upon the ground With a look that said a thousand things and all of them were bad He trashed the room they lived in, the trashing made him feel quite good It was the fury of the argument he just never understood And she's gone Where's she heading to She's traveling 'long the road without me And I'm all done with waiting for some dream to come back now and that road is long, you can wander every day Wonder every day of your life He wipes the dust out of his hair, the glitter from his eyes I guess there comes a turning point where grief turns to despise He trashed the room they lived in, the trashing made him feel quite good It was the fury of the argument he just never understood And she's gone Where's she heading to She's traveling 'long the road without me And I've been told so many times that if you walk until you drop you'll find the Great Inland Sea And that road is long You can wander every day, Wonder every day of your life.
6.
Over by that tree Is where the women go They go there when they're feeling lonely When they're feeling low Slumber in Tumbleland.
7.
Hermannsburg Oh Hermannsburg It was the Lutheran's good deed Made the children orphans And dressed them up in white clothes A watercolour painting Through melancholy eyes The ghost gums, dirt dry river beds, the warm rain upon the ground The assimilation dream Albert Namatjira Paintings for the white man He painted purple mountains in the spirit of his land There was drinking on the reservation He was jailed in Alice Springs He lost the will to paint and live And he died a solemn death... back to the ground His seven children died From respiratory disease They placed them all in unmarked graves Somewhere near Alice Springs And the dogs all chase the desert flies Near the one drip water tap The boys, they kick the brown dirt Their strength is coming back...
8.
A strong and crooked fisherman I met when I was young He said, You need a heart of lion strength To keep moving along He said, And you've got your friends Hear the things that they say Share the best of times you've got Don't let them fall away And the nights are getting longer the days are short and cold Don't you ever sky the Towel my friend Just stand up strong and bold And keep singing strength in arms Sometimes we have to make believe Just shout aloud and smile So much of this is witchcraft It's right up there in the clouds Just wake me when the southern cross Turns over on it's side When the mist has fallen round about And the fire's gone to the ground And don’t you ever sky the towel my friend That's a long and lonely road Don't you let the bastards bring you down Just stand up strong and bold
9.
05:15
Someplace else they have a different understanding And someplace else they watch the lava meet the sea And in some far strange place they talk in ways I've never known But my place, I don’t know where that might be Someplace else the grass is looking cleaner And they drink and they dance, 'cause every day is Mardi Gras And they make love and they live life and they're jumping, They're singing in ways I've never known But my place, well it's laughing back at me Somewhere else they know they're got the true religion And in some small strange place they've got stories old and wise And their land it is strong, it's fresh and alive And the wind off the ocean belts down on the shore But my place, well it's not my place at all And someplace else, it's over the sea, and it's up past the mountains, it's something to see.
10.
03:54
11.
03:42
And when it is Winter, the cold wind blows his hair So he hangs around the station, the station is warm This farmer from Turkey, well he's fled from his home So he walks round the city and he walks round alone But this migrant's not asking for favours, no This migrant's not asking for favours this time And this tired man he wants to rest This tired man he just wants to rest for a while It was a rotten ship journey, to get to this place On a promise of rainbows, to escape from the war He'll be sent to the mountains to work on the scheme, It will turn all the rivers away from the sea. But this migrant's not asking for favours, no This migrants not asking for favours this time He just whistles this soft tune, an old Turkish lament, And he'll take what he's given, he's gonna work damm hard til it hurts So he waits at the station, just looking around A bit tired and regretful, he just wants to go home But this migrant's not asking for favours, no This migrant's not asking for favours this time The tired man he wants to rest This tired old man he just wants to rest for awhile
12.
04:13
In this simple small talk town One sixty miles from anywhere The wind kicks up a dust storm dance The fat grain silos standing tall The white folk here they're so intimate They know each others every move And each family's golden heritage is steeped in pioneering deeds, and so I don't care what you say to make me stay Cos I'm leaving here tonight The frilly smiles and the parish pump it's Anglican in every way They don't see the drink as a problem here though it's broken many a home Across the road by the pale green house It smells light with perfumed flowers And underneath all the small talk there lies a gun beneath every bed, and so I don't care what you say to make me stay, Cos I'm leaving here tonight On my way to find a new adventure every single day The seeming harmlessness of things Belies a firm hard hand of bigotry It floats among the dry north winds And then rears its ugly head but I don't care...
13.
03:51
Walk me home Past the broken fence by Auntie Puti's home Stumbling along So drunk we forget about those things that we fight about out aloud out aloud We're doing fine It don't get much better than these late night walks We don't know about how much stupid noise we make or whether we will make it to next year Things just seem to come and go With you and me Things just seem to come and go With you and me Things just seem to come and go And then fly away with it

credits

released October 10, 1993

Recorded at Rockfield Studios, Wales 1992

Engineered by Hugh Jones, assisted by Darren Galer
Mixed at Master Rock, London
Engineered by Helen Woodward, assisted by James Brown

Thanks to: Karin Berg, Dawn Hernandez, Peter Standish, Joann Woodworth, Chris, Simon and Jane at Rockmasters, Lita, Sarah, Anne, Kerry, Kingsley, Anne & Amanda, John, Darren, The Boat, Sue & Marshall, Phil Straight, Mark Bishop, Paul Kosky, Phil Mortlock, Miles Jackson at Music Junction, Damian Trotter, Carmel Nunan, Archie & Ruby, Fiona Kelly, Penny Hewson, Liz, Kerry, Deb, Lisa & Kim, Brian Carr, Phil Greenwood, David Nelson. Big thanks to the live Crew - Stu, David, Rick and Peter.

2009: Thanks to Philip Mortlock, Chris Gough, Bernard Galbally, Jon Casimir, Rachel Connor, Peter Blight, Warren, Paul and all the gang at Liberation, John and Joe from Crystal Mastering, Bob Chettle, Dennis O'Brien, Karen Walker, Rik Nicholson, Ed Gamble, Jaime Murcia, Philip Greenwood, Lynne, Winnie and Stella, Ross and Rosemary, Kerry, Elizabeth, Hanna, Oliver and Miles, Emily, Roland, Aster and Imogen, Michael, Jackson and Alice, Jane, Lewis, Eadie, Lauren and Wesley, Karen, Debra, Semina, Dan C, Anna and everyone who supported us along the way.

For Karin Berg: 1936 - 2006

All music by Not Drowning, Waving, Lyrics by David Bridie
Art & Design ~ Russel Bradley thehivedesign.com.au
Mr Punch sculpture by Leigh Hobbs, leighhobbs.com.au
Photo of NDW ~ Jaime Murcia, jaimemurcia.com.au
IlIustration of Mountains & Volcano ~ Melinda Wilson,
Stars Design ~ Damon Weetman

Original release scary little man ~ David Nelson
Natacha Atlas appears courtesy of Oval Records
Inder ‘Goldfinger’ Matharu appears courtesy of Nation Records
Lyrics reprinted by permission. All Rights Reserved

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Not Drowning, Waving Melbourne, Australia

NDW's music was haunting, evocative, brooding, sensuous and a million other words that excite people who type for a living. In record stores, you could usually find NDW filed under ambient or art-rock, ill-fitting labels if ever there were. Though they were often minimalist, they never made background music. Arty by comparison to other acts of the era, but they knocked out some glorious pop tunes. ... more

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