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Not Drowning Waving
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CLAIM

WILLOW TREE
FISHING TRAWLER
WOBBLE
THOMASTOWN
MAROON RUST
PALAU
YELLOW EARTH
SWEAT
TERRA NULLIUS
CLAIM



WILLOW TREE


Damp water marks down the wall
It makes a real picture for me
And the music and food and the talks that we had
Are the kind that draw five pig faced people together
Still we stayed for a while

So we swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be

Sitting on the roof
Oh the things we could see
The fine clock on the town hall
The tree on the hill
And old Lucy next door hosing down her front footpath
God knows why she thought that it had to be clean

So we swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be

It's all because of the big willow tree
Oh the memories I have of that rambling backyard
Are the ways that I wouldn't mind these days to be
So we swing through the air over Bob's little garden
The sheds aren't real upright, I think they'll fall down
And four years ago seems like miles from here
The floor boards all leaked in the best house in town

So we swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be

Russel Bradley : drums
David Bridie : piano and vocals
Tim Cole : tape of children in playground
Rowan McKinnon : bass and acoustic guitar
John Phillips : guitars and willow branches
James Southall : cymbals

Janette Geri : vocals
Marie McMillan : oboe
Andrew Massi : sample of hose swung around




FISHING TRAWLER

Well I can hear the fishing trawlers off the shore
And I can see unshaven men
They smell of fish and yet they've hardly begun
The waves wash the cork on the dim lit shore

Yes I've been tumbled and sorted
And I've been turned inside out
By all this colour and movement
And everything is how it should be.

I can hear the women washing in their tubs
And I can hear them sing their songs
They wipe their sweat and then they splash
The water round and round
Slap each other on the back

Russel Bradley : drums
David Bridie : piano and vocals
Tim Cole : tape of beach and fishing boats
Rowan McKinnon : bass
John Phillips : guitar
James Southall : cabassa

Penny Hewson : viola and vocals
Al Harding : trombone
Dave Scarfe : trumpet




WOBBLE

Russel Bradley : drums
David Bridie : piano
Tim Cole : tambourine, 12 string guitar and tapes
Rowan McKinnon : bass, acoustic guitar
John Phillips : guitar
James Southall : timbales and congas

Andrew (Mc) Carswell : mandolin
Penny Hewson : acoustic guitar
Bugs Bunny : vocals
Daffy Duck: vocals



THOMASTOWN


On stinking hot days
when the ground burns your feet
You stare at the ceiling
the trains break your sleep
The roads have got pot holes
and your car falls apart
And the milkbar attendant
would like to sell up

And our neighbours hold on to
the things they know best
they sweep out verandahs
and cry for their kids

The primary school children
on the gravel school yard
they've got grins that start one side
and go all around
happy as they play make-believe games
with themselves for a while

And it's the older Greek women
who are the ones dressed in black
not new wave guitarists
with cows on their backs

And the Thistle Hotel is a dream on it's own
and every pool table has blood on the cloth
The motor car workshop has dogs chained
and tied to the fence for the night

And the further you travel the longer it takes
Your car takes a beating, the roads aren’t the best
And I don't think the Colbys have been out to Thomastown
Somehow I doubt that they will
Somehow I doubt that they will

David Bridie : piano and vocals
Tim Cole : tape of kids, bus and man in pub
Rowan McKinnon : bass
John Phillips : guitar

Penny Hewson : viola




MAROON RUST

David Bridie : piano
John Phillips : guitar

Kieren Casey : cello




PALAU


Up on Palau they watch their T.V. shows
A golden fortune spin the game show wheel
The village boys stare at the Rambo man
Deep water harbour brings the warships in
And when I look over the village fields
There's a caterpillar tractor, there's an aeroplane shed
Poverty is when I'm sitting next to your place
Saying bless us O lord and these American gifts

And in the damp and in the tropical sun
The summer rains will last a long long long time
They never told this story years ago
And the giant painted turtle never fought like this
Keep passing baskets up the pyramid line
Pass the baskets up the pyramid line
Pass the baskets up the pyramid line
The summer rain will last a long long time.

The tidal river twists and turns itself
It folds around until the mangroves swamp
The shots were heard amongst the copra palms
Bikini Atoll with a different sea
You cannot do much when your house is next
Caterpillar tractors by banana trees
In the savannah by the island reefs.
They wash their hair with the buckets from the
deep sunk well.

Up on Palau they watch their T.V. sets
Right in the middle of the Sulu sea
Little beads of worry, little beads of sweat
Walking through the puddled gutter, got their shoes all wet
Keep passing baskets up the pyramid line
Pass the baskets up the pyramid line
Pass the baskets up the pyramid line
The summer rain will last a long long time.

Russel Bradley : humdrum and bells
David Bridie : various flute samples, vocals and bells
Tim Cole : vocals and bells
Rowan McKinnon : basses and bells
John Phillips : guitar and bells
James Southall : congas and bells

Marie McMillan : oboe
John Murphy : percussion

Thanks to Bob, Karnie and Penny for extra bells
Tapes of sepik flutes from Korogo Village P.N.G.




YELLOW EARTH

The daughter works over ploughed hills
not much grows there
the wind pelts the earth
And the sound
is the sound of her hope and her dreams
tied to the seasons' heartless rounds

And her house built into the hill
the millet stone she pushes slowly round in time
yellow river that she's walked from hours away
to wash the old man's feet, sleep and hope for a change to come
just wait for a change to come

There's no tears now as she walks over the earth
the man arranged for her to wed the ancient ways
and she leaves, out there the river is the hardest
thing to cross
when you're gone
when you try to walk away
just trying to walk away

Peacock flies over the river
river runs over the land
The land it works the village
And makes them tame

Russel Bradley : drums and bongos
David Bridie : piano, keyboards and vocals
Tim Cole : claves and yellow river tape
Rowan McKinnon : bass and chinese moon guitar
John Phillips : guitar
James Southall : timbales

Janette Geri : vocals
Penny Hewson : viola




SWEAT

Russel Bradley : humdrum and rototoms
David Bridie : piano, drone and strings
Tim Cole : voice samples
Rowan McKinnon : basses
John Phillips : guitars
James Southall : congas

Kieren Casey : cello
John Murphy : bowed cymbal and metal things




TERRA NULLIUS

He travels the long track
he walks two thousand miles of desert sand
A path they wandered down years ago
Years ago

They made their claim... Terra Nullius

His story is old
As bold and right as the earth he walks
It don't move, it just bides its time
It always stays
the story was told
Terra Nullius

Shame the legends crack the paint upon his face
His knees at dance and they fly
And they sing
The poet woman has changed her name in shame
Cool river bed it masks the bones
Of those who died before our time
made their claim before
Terra Nullius

Russel Bradley : timpani, toms and branches
David Bridie : piano and vocals
Tim Cole : tape of footsteps
Rowan McKinnon : acoustic guitar
John Phillips : guitar
James Southall : congas, slap drum, harmonica and claves

Gnarnayarrahe Waittairie : claves




CLAIM

Russel Bradley: leaves
David Bridie : vocal
Tim Cole : tape of footsteps
John Phillips : guitar
James Southall : cane broom and humdrum squeals

Gnarnayarrahe Waittairie : didjeridoo (drone and bird calls) and claves




Recorded at Sing Sing Studios engineered by Tim Cole
Mixed at Fast Forward Studios and Platinum Studios by Tim Cole
Except Willow Tree, mixed by co produced by Paul Kosky
and Fishing Trawler, Wobble and Sweat by John French

Produced By Not Drowning, Waving

Special Thanks to Penny Hewson, David Scarfe, Stuart Miller, Brian Carr, Chris Coe, Peter Schultz, Una, Karnie, Ross Giles, Phillip Bridie, Dennis O’Brian, Philip Greenwood, John French, John Blanchfield, Michael Hall, Moria, Grant and all at Mighty Boy, Andrew Massi, Rosie Westbrook.

no thanks to the person who pinched my bike!

art and design : Russel Bradley
photography: Philip Greenwood

NOT DROWNING, WAVING ARE:
Russel Bradley
David Bridie
Tim Cole
Rowan McKinnon
John Phillips
James Southall

all music by not drowning, waving
lyrics by david bridie

this project was assisted by the music board of the Australia council.

management mark bishop management
pobox 40 burnley victoria
australia 3121

all lyrics © 1989 mighty boy music.
reprinted with permission, all rights reserved.