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Cold and the Crackle

by Not Drowning, Waving

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... this is a fine country to be in ... Under the white sky the black limbs of trees, The cold and the crackle and nothing felt right Oh this quiet like stillness the mission begun, They were waiting around for the wasting. And in the warm nights he would fly from the skies, By day he just stared at the closing in, And she just lives there like a fallen down tree, She says there are places she’d much rather be. He said, 'you know sometimes there seems to be More of the sky and not so much of me... more of the sky, much less of me...'
Plog 03:13
When there's nothing much to work for, you have to say that life gets stale Well there's forty miles of suburbs, where everything's for sale From the roads to the houses we sleep behind, and the talk behind the fence Where the need to reproduce ourselves, grows stronger everyday And the conversation's awkward, when there's little left to say With all this believing in the family, that keeps the father strong And the men are loud and foolish, tell of how they've done it on their own And how they won't take the push no more, but it seems they always do And the marriage is a mess And she practices neatness, and reads pink books of blue romance She keeps neat clipped lawns and roses, and the bruises on her face Whilst the banks put up bright posters, scream we've got money to give away Well it's as easy as that right here, but the bank man is a bastard And the marriage is a mess, and they hardly talk any more
Little King 02:27
Oh suitcases full of blue puppets, save me from the plight of Little King. No, no uncle, I think it's milk. What what. I'm still eating beans. Hold it there with the cake jester, here comes the cream, here comes the cream, Noddy, Noddy, Noddy. Kill the clock, I'm hearing those I'm hearing those bells, Noddy. Slap me uncle, you gotta slap me uncle, I'm hearing bells, you got to bring me to my feet uncle, my little feet, yeah, I'm doing good and I can do it again, heh, ooh, ooh, slap me uncle bring me to my little Feet, what's that rushes through me body thus? Why It's blood rejoicing in the heart. Heck I've got blood in me Body, why I'm a woman too, Little King, Little King, Little King, I'm a woman too. Like Shakespeare I'm a man, just Like Flipper, just like Rinny-Tinny, Rinny-Tinny. Little King. Little King. Shot the moon with me broom, hey Micky take That penny from the sky; the rains falling down just like Little children racing back to mother.
Sing Sing 04:51
Clay 05:30
Down near the mines, the forests of rain, the ones who live there just wait, they're hiding away, they're fighting out there.
It's Eleanor Talbot down by Kerry's Green, Sings to her house by the sea And the purple tea cosy she wears on her head It has holes for her ears and why not cos she's happy The smell of the fibro, the memories of Northcote, Tied up in a bag in the shed on the floor, And sometimes she dances the dog to the rhumba And then sleeps cos she's happy It's enough for her just to be there, That here was the place where she stopped And she says to herself you're a nutty old fruitcake But dear to my heart all the same And she's happy as can be, and she's happy by the sea Cos she lives by Kerry's Green, and she's happy there
Sitting 03:17
I'm going up the country, don't you want to go I'm going up the country, hey don't you want to go Well I'm going to some place but where, I just don't know I'm going up the country, water tastes like wine I'm going up the country, water tastes like wine Well I've been away for so long Well we can jump in the water, and stay drunk all the time I'm going up the country, water tastes like wine Well I've been away for so long For such a long, long time.


released October 10, 1987

All songs by Not Drowning, Waving, Lyrics by David Bridie

Except Little King by Robbie Douglas-Turner and Going Up The County by A. Wilson

Little King, Clay, Kerry's Green, Under Roof, Under Tree and Sitting recorded at Montsalvat, Eltham in the Great Hall and Jorgy's Bedroom.

Additional tracks recorded at Kwiklik and Working Class Recorders.

Clay mixed at Kwiklik 1987. Little King, Kerry's Green, Under Roof, Under Tree and Sitting remixed at Studio 52, 1990.

All engineered by Tim Cole. Produced by Not Drowning, Waving.

Yes Sir I Can Boogie, Cold and the Crackle, Plug and The Marriage is a Mess recorded at Sing Sing Studios and mixed at Hothouse Studios 1990.

Engineered by Tim Cole Assisted by Carmen Jobson and Miranda McLachland

Produced by Not Drowning, Waving

Brother Norbert recorded and mixed at AM/FM Studios 1986. Engineered by Roger Campbell. Produced by David Bridie and John Phillips.

Sing Sing recorded and mixed at Fast Forward Studios 1986. Engineered by John French and Tim Cole. Produced by John French and Not Drowning, Waving.

Going Up The Country recorded and mixed at Pig Pen Studios 1987. Engineered by Tim Cole and John Phillips.

Produced by Tim Cole, David Bridie and John Phillips. Mastered at Dex Audio by John Ruberto and Tim Cole.

Many Thanks to: Peter Barnes Emulator, Greg Osborne Trumpert, Luigi Collodetti, Fiona MacKenzie, Fiona Moriarty and Penelope Davis (Live Shows), Brian Peters and Mr. Andrew Stage, Michael the Corrigated Iron Man, Simon Burton Filmwork, Mark Worth Live Visuals, Josh Logs on fire at Montsalvat, Sigmund Jorgensen for the use of Montsalvat and the Macadamias, Andrew Hickenbotham (video at Union Theatre), Adam Duke, David Herzog, Nardine Solowij, Philip Greenwood, Bill and Jeremy and Jim and Agnes Paliau, Paul Lokei, Rose Hilokes, Alfonse Kawei, and Hubert Papi on Ponam Island. 2006: Thanks to Philip Mortlock, Chris Gough, Bernard Galbally, Jon Casimir, Warren, paul and all the gang at Liberation, Bob Chettle, Dennis O Brien, Karen Walker, Karin Berg, Rik Nicholson, 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.

No thanks to the guy who stole the cheese drum.

Photography: philipgreenwood.com.au, Tim Cole
Design: Russel Bradley | thehivedesign.com.au


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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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