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Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band

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Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band 03:43
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Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Splits off players on demand Some folks say it's schizophrenic But they fail to understand... Here's the lineup, are you ready? Sit down here if you're unsteady Have a bite to ward off sickness, Got to watch that cataplexy... On piano, he's the man, Don't ask him when he began Some time back in fifty-seven? Was he eight or was he seven? Vocals, well, he does okay, Just so long he stays away From songs that really need good singing Else he sets the fire bells ringing! Backing vocals--mixed bunch No-one you'd invite to lunch Backer one, he'll pass the test But you don't want to know the rest. Number two, he has to do, There's no one else for going to. Walks and chews gum normally But can't keep time when singing for me. Bass guitar? Incompetent! I know his playing's all well meant. But gotta have that bass cement Which is why he's still in the tent. The CBG, well that's a bind, A guitar hero in his mind Wants to lead the Band, you see But won't get there if it's up to me. Gotta watch him like a hawk! He's got a looper, makes things squawk! He'll split off leads because he's manic And because he's schizoPHRANic. Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Splits off players on demand. Yes, okay, it's schizophrenic But surely now you understand? Just why beside myself I seem: I'm stuck with playing with this team, And even when I go to bed The band keeps playing in my head Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing in my head Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing till I'm dead Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing in my head Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing till I'm dead Won't stop playing till I'm dead Won't stop playing till I'm dead.... Won't stop playing till I'm dead Won't stop playing till I'm dead.... Won't stop playing, won't stop playing Won't stop playing, won't stop playing Won't stop, Won't stop....... ......Won't!
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Cats Of Utah 02:57
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Cats of Utah, on the car Cats of Utah, on the car Tried to hitchhike. Won't get far. [repeat] Can't really see that tiny thumb But cats of Utah, they ain't dumb. [repeat] Wait for the car door to open wide Sneak on in and go for a ride. Wait for the car door to open wide Sneak on in and go for a ride. Cats of Utah, IN the car Cats of Utah, IN the car Who said that they... won't get far.
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Chicken On My Way To Freedom 03:44
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It was sometime, around midnight, they loaded up the truck: Seventy two cages full, of feathers and buck-clucks. The driver felt so confident, he took the left hand lane, Through the ice and snow, blowing like a hurricane Dunno if it was man or nature, poor conditions or the ice, But once I heard the cage lock snap, I didn’t think twice. I hopped out on the roadway and made a hasty track... I could hear the others calling, but I never never never looked back. I’m a chicken on my way to freedom! Won't be breaded, fried and eaten! Won’t be kept in a cage for breedin', I’m a chicken on my way to freedom! I can hear the calls behind me, so many lost and scared. Some calling for help, calling for help, some asking why I dared? The ridgeline up ahead of me, it offers me a brand new day, If I can only pick my way, across this black highway.... The cab was in the left lane, the trailer in the right. Thankfully there wasn’t any other car in sight. I gathered my wits and I leapt into the air. This leap I make for chickens everywhere, everywhere, everywhere! I’m a chicken on my way to freedom! Won't be breaded, fried and eaten Won’t be kept in a cage for breedin', I’m a chicken on my way to freedom! I’m a chicken on my way to freedom! Won't be breaded, fried and eaten! Won’t be kept in a cage for breedin', I’m a chicken on my way, A chicken on my way, A chicken on my way to freedom!
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Motorcycle Love 03:51
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There was this girl, you see, She meant a lot to me. I'd take her motorcycling, When I could.. She thought she'd like a bike, But she'd have to learn to ride. I said that I would teach her, If she would. It wasn't I was sexy, My bike was old though game. But I thought she wanted both of us Until her new bike came. I had a great time teaching her, Trials on the backwoods tracks. But once that she could ride her bike She didn't want us back. We tried a last hurrah, Biking to Tasmani-ah. We'd get to Melbourne and we'd Catch the boat. Her gearbox fell apart And my bike blew its heart... It wasn't all that great, that night Afloat. It wasn't I was sexy, My bike was old though game. But I thought she wanted both of us Until her new bike came. I had a great time teaching her, Trials on the backwoods tracks. But once that she could ride her bike She didn't want us back. Still we got to Hobart Town, Where relationships went down. It wouldn't have been cooler In the snow. Although we parted "friends", It was totally "The End" And leaving was the only Way to go. It wasn't I was sexy, My bike was old though game. But I thought she wanted both of us Until her new bike came. I had a great time teaching her, Trials on the backwoods tracks. But once that she could ride her bike She didn't want us back. But once that she could ride her bike She didn't want us back.
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Storm So Bad 03:28
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Storm so bad [Storm so bad] Storm so bad [Storm so bad] Storm so bad, took the roof off the house, Left the landlord sad [Storm so bad] Sunshine moment now [Sunshine!] Sunshine moment now [Sunshine!] Sunshine moment now, after too much storm, There's a break in the cloud [That's not sunshine!] New light shine [New light shine] New light shine [New light shine] New light shines as the darkness falls, It lights up fine [New light shine] Hey, the fire engine's come [Fire engine's come] Fire engine's come [Fire engine's come] Fire engine's come, TV close behind, Not much to be done [Fire engine's come] I paid rent for here [Paid rent for here] I paid rent for here [Paid rent for here] I paid rent for here but I'm moving on, Won't live in fear [Paid rent for here] Storm so bad [Storm so bad] Storm so bad [Storm so bad] Storm so bad, took the roof off my pad, Left the landlord sad [Storm so bad]
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Coffee Coffee 02:33
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CHORUS (x2) Coffee coffee, we love you Your rich dark bean an’ your tasty brew Coffee, coffee, you know it’s true We are all addicted Cars they idle in a line Never get to work on time Boss can yell n’ he may scream That’s okay, we’ve got caffeine CHORUS (x1) [Voiceover: "Coffee, coffee, we love you, your rich dark bean and your tasty brew. Coffee, coffee, you know it’s true--we are all...addicted"] This damn latte cost five bucks If they want a tip they’re outta luck Gourmet coffee is a joke The joke’s on us, we’re going broke...cuz.. CHORUS (X1)
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Globalstar Camel 03:17
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Hey hey love I'm moving down the Track It's my evening safety call, I'm on my way back And I've stopped to get out and send this call through Before the search and rescue get called out by you I know the call's an hour behind The freaking satphone couldn't find Those Globalstar sats, they're all out to sea And now there's this bull camel looking at me Yeah it's hot as hell and humid with it too I think I'll push on south a while, closer to you Works all done, and only had three tyres blow Make the tyre man happy, once I get home. Ten minutes till the battery dies. I'd talk until the satphone fries! Love to chat with you, more I'd like to say But that big bull camel is moving this way So I'll drive down south to where the creeks start Couple of hours or so, and camp well after dark Out of the sand country, onto the stone If I get to the ruins, I'll be halfway home Days I've been out on my own... They're precious minutes, on the phone I'll try to call at nine...right now I gotta leave 'Cos that bloody big bull camel is running at me!
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I'm A Believer (Credulous Nerd) 03:40
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I'm a believer, but I don't know in what. Whatever you got, I'll give it a shot. Meditation? Kundalini? Sacred dance? Hey, what the hell? I'll give them all a chance. What the hell, I'll give them all a chance. The church tried to mould me, when I was a kid. But I fled from that priest, never told what he did. Tried being a hippy, man that was some trip. But being spaced out caused my self-worth to dip. (Dip dip dip dip, dip dip dip dip, SPACED OUT! I joined the revolution - I believed in Karl Marx But most of my comrades were closet oligarchs. I fled to the Bhagwan, lived at his Ashram. Pretty soon I figured, it was only a scam. Pretty soon I figured, it was only a scam. I chanted Hare Krishna, just for free food. Flirted with Nirmala, but she thought I was crude. Worshipped flying saucers, communed with the birds. When it comes down to it, I'm just a credulous nerd. Nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd, credulous nerd! I'm a believer, but I don't know in what. Whatever you got, I'll give it a shot. Meditation? Kundalini? Sacred dance? Hey, what the hell? What the hell, I'll give them all a chance. Give them all a chance. Give them all a chance. Give them all, give them all a chance
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Creative Obsession 02:12
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I've got this bit of writing to do [Leave it Just a mo, I'll be with you! [Leave it! I only want to get it down [Leave it!! Then we can go out on the town [Leave it! Just a minute more, and we'll Both be through the door, [I don't believe it, [Just LEAVE it! But honey it's my creative soul [Ain't got one! I can't let it go down the hole [Why not, mon? It might make me famous one day [Let's all sob! And then there'll be lots of pay [Don't give up ya day job! Just a half-hour more, and we'll Both be through the door! [I don't believe it, [Why don't you leave it? [There's the dishes to watch [and garden to weed [New lettuces, the rest've gone to seed [That wall needs painting and [ your office it's a mess [And you're in here wasting [time, why won't you confess [VERSE 3] [Your writing's not so hot Please stop it! [Rejections' what you got Please hop it! [You're definitely not J.K. Rowling Shut up! [ And I'm getting real fed up with your howling But, but, but... [Now put your tablet down [ And we'll both go on the town [I don't believe it!!! I can't leave it! / [You can't leave it?!!
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Got My Dashcam Working 05:20
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[CHORUS] Got my dashcam working for my laptop's YouTube feed Jus' one viral video, that's all I need And then YouTube'll pay 'Cos there'll be a million plays Got my dashcam working for my laptop's YouTube feed [VERSE 1] Drivin' all day, in my Transit van Deliverin' all through town, I'm your man Never know what the dashcam might see on the road Anything cool, hey! that's a YouTube upload [CHORUS] [VERSE 2] Other day, I was stopped at the lights Woman in the front car, keepin' her cigar alight. Still stuck sittin', she throws the butt away What a smoky litterbug, hey! She's gonna pay [GO STRAIGHT ON, NO CHORUS] [VERSE 3] So I get down off my van, show the dashcam I'm the man, And I give the butt back to her, And tell her as I go, something she should know, "Don't be a fool litterer!" [CHORUS] [VERSE 4] Well I upload the video--goes viral all the way! And Hallelujah! Finally! YouTube begins to pay But today in the mail, there's a summons and a fine For assault with a ceegar butt - I could be doin' time [CHORUS] [VERSE 5] "There's evidence on youtube"-- the summons said "And if you plead 'not guilty'...hey man, you're dead So just as well that YouTube, finally started payin' Be careful what you upload, is all I'm sayin' [CHORUS] [OUTRO] Got my dashcam working (x2) Got my dashcam working Got my dashcam working Got my dashcam working for my laptop's YouTube feed
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Loose Dollars 02:50
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Loose dollars in your pocket? You'll feel better if you spend a few! Throw some dollars over to the busker! They'll be more at home with me than you! Loose dollars in your pocket? You'll feel better if you spend a few! Throw some dollars over to the busker! They'll be more at home with me than you! I got a tree to lean on I got a carpark handy I got a case lying open So you better give me candy! Loose dollars in your pocket? You'll feel better if you spend a few! Throw some dollars over to the busker! They'll be more at home with me than you! Loose dollars in your pocket? It's not much to ask ya, Throw the dollars in my basket, Lotsa coin for the busker! Loose dollars in your pocket? You'll feel better if you spend a few! Throw some dollars over to the busker! They'll be more at home with me than you! There's a bus-stop and a crosswalk And just a narrow path by me: I'm unavoidable! So you might as well try me. Loose dollars in your pocket? Loose dollars weighing you down? Why not give them to a busker Now you've carried them way downtown. You can walk past-a bit fast-a! My music's too much, maybe? But I don't care if you're not listening Just as long as you pay me! Loose dollars in your pocket? You'll feel better if you spend a few! Throw some dollars over to the busker! They'll be more at home with me than you!
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Trolleys Outside Our Gate 03:38
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The trolleys outside our gate That my wife loves to hate The shoppers come and go and leave them there The trolleys outside our gate They mate and accumulate And my wife wants them out of her hair Take your trolleys away from our yard! Take them back! It's not hard! Otherwise it's freedom that they'll seek! They'll run away one night Yeah, at night, they'll take flight And end up strangling fishes in the creek. The trolley boys, they're late, They seem to hesitate To round up trolleys that have gone astray To them it seems too hard, The barricade in front of our yard So they're quite happy to let them go where they may The trolleys outside our gate, Take them back! It's not too late! Otherwise zombie trolleys you will see! Hundreds at our gate In a blaze of chromium plate Doing screaming wheelies of liberty.
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Racing The Thunderstorms (3:16) 03:16
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Racing the thunderstorms down the Strzelecki Track Oil fields behind me, no way I'm going back I want to sleep in a bed tonight I want to get out of this place all right Want to get down, get home, get off of this Track The rain bogged me out a couple of days ago The track's just dried enough to let me go I slip and I slide, and the following rain And the lightning comes at me again It's 2AM, there's two hundred kay's to go. Car's going sideways, rain's coming down Creeks from the Ranges starting to flow If I drive the car hard through them Drive the car hard through them If I drive the car hard through them I still might make it home! Driving at 2AM, out of my tiny mind But I'd try anything to leave that rain behind Haven't bitten off any more than I can chew Still reckon there's a chance I'll get through If I just reach the blacktop, I can unwind Racing the thunderstorms down the Strzelecki Track Oil fields behind me, no way I'm going back I want to sleep in a bed tonight I want to get out of this place all right Want to get down, get home, get off of this Track Car's going sideways, rain's coming back Creeks from the Ranges cutting the Track But now that I've pushed through them Now that I've pushed through them Now that I've pushed through them I won't be going back! Won't be going back Won't be going back Won't be going back!....
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Raining On The Dog And Me (3:31) 03:31
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It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care. It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care! A long time since it rained Any-where. It's raining on the dog and me, But we don't care, A long time since it rained Any-where. I'm soggy, so's the doggy, And the sidewalk's getting boggy But--We'll walk on by! A choice between it drizzling And the blacktop sizzling... Rather drown than fry! It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care. It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care! A long time since it rained Any-where. It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care. It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care! A long time since it rained Any-where. The doggy-do floaters And the by-election posters They're washing down the street (all together!) And the good thing 'bout the rain is They discover where the drain is, It's why I love rainy weather! It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care. It's raining on the dog and me, but we don't care! A long time since it rained Any-where. Rain, rain, rain... Rain, rain, rain... (So happy for the) Rain, rain, rain... (Happy for the) Rain, rain, rain... It's raining on the dog and me, It's raining on the dog and me, Raining on the dog and me, But we don't care!......
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Never Going Back (1:13) 01:13
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Never going back to where you rolled me Never going back to where you sold me I've got nothing left for you to hold me Never going back to where you rolled me Never going back to the games you're playing Never going back, too much I'm paying You've sold me out, there's nothing remaining Never going back to the games you're playing I told you, you're the one I need, and you believed me You knew it made it easy for you to deceive me You thought it a joke, so easy to mislead me And you sold me out, you didn't just leave me And the whole world laughed at the fool you'd played And you wrote it up big on every page They all saw the joke, how much I'd paid No, I'm never going back near you again Never going back to where you rolled me Never going back to where you sold me I've got nothing left for you to hold me Never going back to where you rolled me
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Byron Bay (3:36) 03:34
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I went up to Byron Bay, A Mecca, I've been told; A sunny, warm and welcome place Far from the southern cold. But from the day that I arrived, It drizzled, and it rained; And made the lighthouse staircase walk A damp and soggy pain. I visited Cape Byron-- Of Oz, the easternmost-- And waved to the Pacific, And the South American Coast. And down the cliffs, saw whales wave back, A mama, and her calf; While nearby circling sharks, they hoped To bite the calf in half. Back to the streets of Byron Bay, Where tourists shed their gold. (Although, the Council being Green, The streets are paved with holes...) And found there's one redeeming grace In this post-Hippy crush: The turkeys, they're not just on the streets, The turkeys are in the brush! The turkeys in the brush! The turkeys in the brush!
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Blue Endnote (3:09) 03:09
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Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Splits up listeners on demand You were warned it's schizophrenic And now, too late, you understand! Madness brings a strange delight Keeps you rapt in friendly Night With us you'll wander, strange but happy, No need now to wake in fright! Piano, bass and tambourine Keep you anchored in our stream Cigarbox, shakers, Strat and sticks We all get buried in the mix. Camels, dogs and motorbikes, Unfried chickens on a hike, Thunder, caffeine, satellites But cats there too, so that's all right! Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Splits up listeners on demand Even though it's schizophrenic We all knew you'd understand... Now, if beside yourself you seem, Curl up with a primal scream. There's no point hiding in your bed, You know we'll/they'll play on in your head! Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing in your head Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing till you're dead Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing in your head Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band Won't stop playing till you're dead Won't stop playing till you're dead.... Won't stop playing till you're dead.... Won't stop playing, won't stop playing Won't stop playing, won't stop playing Won't stop Won't stop .....Won't!

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FLYING TADPOLE is mainly the blue angst, cruel humor and general mayhem of the dark alter ego of Tim Fatchen, so why can't Flying Tadpole have alter egos too? And here they are, performing in a row. Piano, cigarbox guitar, bass, tam, sticks, reverby Strat and strange voices, all travelling down the slippery slope together for your pleasure.

AND THE BLUES? Manic 12-bar, ragtime, poppy and even Blues/Surf songs will have you laughing and cheering--it's the only way to survive disasters and miseries, people!

Real handmade in a loose and comfortable lo-fi vibe. Recorded sequential-live--Flying Tadpole's schizo-clones playing and singing the lot (wearing different hats) via the aforementioned Tim Fatchen.

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released August 1, 2019

Production of this album was backed through Kickstarter and supported via Patreon. We love all our backers and Patrons, but special thanks go to Milch Cafe-Bar, Ewart Shaw, Liz Petty, Phil Bearce, Billy Sea, Darci Strutt, Kristian Børrensen, Karan (Troubadora), Amanda Williams, Paul Hudson, Thea Taylor, Stephen Crane, Nick Fatchen, Jane Ellen, Alli Pollard, Fiona Lange.

Performed & Recorded by Tim Fatchen at Dunn's Mill, Mount Barker. South Australia.
Music by & Copyright © 2019 TJ Fatchen. Tracks 1, 4, 5, 7, 9-17: Lyrics by & Copyright © 2019 TJ Fatchen
"Cats of Utah" & "Coffee Coffee": Lyrics by & Copyright © 2019 Sarah Robertson
"Chicken on my way to freedom" Lyrics by & Copyright © 2019 Pearl Manhattan
"I'm a Believer (Credulous Nerd)" Lyrics by & Copyright © 2019 Berni Armstrong
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Flying Tadpole Adelaide, Australia

The cutting satire, cruel humor, blue angst and general mayhem of the dark alter ego of Tim Fatchen. And the alter ego's alter egos. And occasional or persistent collaborators, including strange shack dwellers from Wallaroo in the most recent release.

Where is Wallaroo? Nothing to see here, move along... ... more

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