Irritatin' Katy, by Flying Tadpole

Irritatin' Katy

by Flying Tadpole

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1.	All the long hot nights 02:35	lyrics	buy track
ALL THE LONG HOT NIGHTS Original lyrics from Long, Hot Night by visiblydistorted for FAWM 2017 Feb 19, 2017 Album: A Fine Line Track: 045 Pushing this button Twisting that knob Pulling a lever, I sweat like a slob, All the long, hot nights All the long, hot nights Factory labour pays alright, It's just another long, hot night Factory labour pays alright, It's just another long, hot night Trays to the ovens Oh, that's my job, Burning my hands on These parts, but don't sob, All the long, hot nights, All the long, hot nights, Working hard til the harsh daylight, I've missed another long, hot night. Working hard til the harsh daylight, I've missed another long, hot night. Pushing this button Twisting that knob Pulling a lever, I sweat like a slob, All the long, hot nights All the long, hot nights
2.	Irritating Katy 03:18	lyrics	buy track
IRRITATING KATY [FT] Words & Music Copyright © 2015 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS G I'm \| irritating \| Katy with my \| cee-gar \| box gee-tar I'm \| irritating \| Katy with my \| cee-gar \| box gee-tar C She don't \| want me \| playin \| it no \| more C D G She don't \| want me \| playin \| it no \| more She says I should get outta my fugue, and outta my funk She says I should get outta my fugue, and outta my funk She says I should be makin music, not chewing the rug She says I should be makin music, not chewing the rug She's fearful that the next place I'm likely to go She's fearful that the next place I'm likely to go C D C G Is in the kitchen, there with Dinah, strummin on the old banjo C D C G Is in the kitchen, there with Dinah, strummin on the old banjo No use tellin her that I've got writers block No use tellin her that I've got writer's block All she wants is for this ceegar box to stop All she wants is for this ceegar box to stop I'm \| irritating \| Katy with my \| cee-gar \| box gee-tar I'm \| irritating \| Katy with my \| cee-gar \| box gee-t\| ar She don't \| want me \| playin \| it no \| more She don't \| want me \| playin \| it no \| more She don't \| want me \| playin \| it no \| more
3.	Killers of Eden 02:49	lyrics	buy track
THE KILLERS OF EDEN I watch from the tower for the whales to come by. "The Killers will bring them!" the townspeople cry. Candles and corsets and oil for the lamps, Food on the table and money in camp. The Killers will drive them, to the harpoon, The headsman will lance them and seal their doom. We'll buoy them and anchor against the tide's flow; The Killers will take them for their share below. And after the Killers have eaten their due, The carcass will rise: much work to do. Candles and corsets and oil for the lamps Food on the table and money in camp,
4.	Cliche blues 03:47	lyrics	buy track
CLICHE BLUES Copyright © 2017 TJ Fatchen APRA-AMCOS Brains turned to mush, just one more bad cliche (x2) So I'll sing the blues, like I done all yesterday. Tried writing a song, gave it up, for today (x2) The song? well you guessed it, Just another cliche. It's hard work trying to think up something new (2x) So what the hell, I give up, just play the blues. Brains turned to mush, I'm living inside a cliche, (2x) So I'll just sing the blues, like I done all yesterday.
5.	The "How do I play this thing?" Shuffle (instrumental) 02:13	info	buy track
6.	Can't seem to remember old songs 04:06	lyrics	buy track
CAN'T SEEM TO REMEMBER OLD SONGS by Tim Fatchen (Flying Tadpole) Can't seem to remember old songs any more The words don't come right, the melodies' gone Can't seem to remember old songs any more Can't seem to remember old songs any more I knew them all once, I sang them all too Perhaps their time's gone, not much I can do Can't seem to remember old songs any more Can't seem to remember old songs any more The people I knew then are going. Or gone Maybe they've gone with them, all the old songs Can't seem to remember old songs any more Can't seem to remember old songs any more Can't seem to remember who I was then And I've long since forgotten who were my friends Can't seem to remember old songs any more Can't seem to remember old songs any more I don't ever hear them now, all the old songs Somewhere there's records, but the player is wrong Can't seem to remember all the old songs Can't seem to remember old songs any more Can't seem to remember old songs any more
7.	Just like a Pres-i-dent 03:27	lyrics	buy track
JUST LIKE A PRESIDENT by Tim Fatchen (Flying Tadpole) CH One day I'm gonna ride In a great big motorcade One day I'm gonna be The centre of a big parade The crowds'll all adore me, They'll say that I'm heaven-sent Yeah I'll be loved and famous, Just like a President V1 I'm flipping the burgers At your local restaurant I'm packing th shelves in the supermart What you want I'm out back washing dishes, Or in front washing floors And I never seem to be in any View of yours But one day that'll change And I'll be decadent And you all will envy me when I'm Just like a president CH One day I'm gonna ride In a great big motorcade One day I'm gonna be The centre of a big parade The crowds'll all adore me, They'll say that I'm heaven-sent Yeah I'll be loved and famous, Just like a President V2 Yeah, I buy me a lottery ticket Every week My number might be coming up As we speak And if it don't come now, Or in a month or two, Well, I'll double up the ticket buy That's what I will do Hey someone's got to win it Theres a precedent An when it's me, hey then I'll be Just like a president! CH One day I'm gonna ride In a great big motorcade One day I'm gonna be The centre of a big parade The crowds'll all adore me, They'll say that I'm heaven-sent Yeah I'll be loved and famous, Just like a President
8.	Tim Fatchen - Black Cat Rum 04:57	lyrics	buy track
BLACK CAT RUM by Tim Fatchen (Flying Tadpole) Each night there's a friend takes me outta this slum Each night there's a friend takes me outta this slum My friend's a clear bottle of Black Cat Rum Forget the rest, I move to a diff'rent drum Forget the rest, I move to a diff'rent drum The drumming gets softer with my Black Cat Rum My guitar's broken, only one chord to strum My guitar's broken, only one chord to strum The music comes from the bottle of Black Cat Rum It's getting dark here, yeah, the light it's gone It's getting dark here, yeah, the light it's gone But it don't worry me, I'm drinking Black Cat Rum Can't sing no more, cat's got my tongue Can't sing no more, cat's got my tongue Tongue's hanging out for Black Cat Rum
9.	The "A" Shuffle (instrumental) 02:59	info	buy track
10.	Hell's for sale 02:43	lyrics	buy track
HELL'S FOR SALE Martin Quibell & Tim Fatchen Hell's for sale and the price is cheap You just have to sell your soul and dig down deep You may have regrets, but you took that leap And all that you've sown is what you shall reap Hell's for sale and they're queuing down the street And Satan's wearing red for the meet and greet Canapes out to charm all the guests He's made it real tidy, there ain't no mess So many people, so many sins There's plenty of room there for you all It's hard to give up once you begin Temptation's there, temptation calls ...It's calling out your name ...It's calling out your name Hell's for sale and the price is cheap You just have to sell your soul and dig down deep You may have regrets, but you took that leap And all that you've sown is what you shall reap All that you've sown is what you shall reap All that you've sown is what you shall reap Hell's for sale and they're queueing down the street And Satan's wearing red for the meet and greet Hell's for sale and the price is cheap You just have to sell your soul and dig down deep You may have regrets, but you took that leap And all that you've sown is what you shall reap 'Cause Hell is for sale and it is cheap.
11.	The last smoker 01:21	lyrics	buy track
The year is 2040 I'm the last smoker alive My lungs, I'll have you know, suffice For the odd jump and jive I wander past bus shelters Their tidings be not glad At my full height, lit up in white - An anti-smoking ad I cannot help but take it Rather personally, this time For all its self-destructiveness My passion is no crime In one act of defiance I light my cancer stick Then some guy beats me half to death Humanity are pricks.
12.	Twelfth 01:11	lyrics	buy track
TWELFTH This is my twelve-th effort And friends, you should be glad There's ten thousand songs out there And not one is this bad.
13.	Jammed fingers (Instrumental jam) 02:44	info	buy track
14.	Gonna split this scene 03:07	lyrics	buy track
I'M GONNA SPLIT THIS SCENE I'm gonna split this scene to make it great again(2x) It'll be better, for a bit of short-term pain We're gonna build a wall, and make the lyricists pay (2x) Ain't no room here for words without songs today We're gonna drain the swamp, wash the instrumentals away (2x) Ain't no room here for songs without words today We're gonna scrap the soundscapes, take their green cards away (2x) Ain't no room for soundscapes here today I'm gonna split this scene to make it great again(2x) It'll be better, for a bit of short-term pain
15.	Graded "A" 01:33	lyrics	buy track
GRADED "A" If I hear another song in G I'm going to throw away the bloody key G no longer appeals to me You guitar folk hear what I say? And because G's got me so cranky and down I'll use this capo what's lying around And I know it'll change the bloody sound Because I'll be playing in A! G can go jump with its friends C and D From now on it's playing in A for me Cos I've stuck it onto my CBG And everything now is okay! So I won't hear another song in G I've capo'd it into another key It's A that has the appeal for me And the purists can just stay away And it's A that I'm happy I'm putting down With this capo I've got that's been laying around And I know that it's playing a whole new sound Because I'm playing in A
16.	On pants 01:07	lyrics	buy track
ON PANTS I wipe my hands Upon my pants To clean my hands I wipe my hands Upon my pants To clean my pants I wipe my hands Upon my pants To clean my hands I wipe my hands Upon my pants To clean my pants Along came a man (His name was Michael) 'What, ho!' he cried 'That's a vicious cycle - My suggestion to you For next time, if you'd like'll Be to wash them in a machine Made by Fisher and Paykell'. I wipe my hands Upon my pants To clean my hands I wipe my hands Upon my pants To clean my pants And Michael Can go eat himself.
17.	Absolut rubbish 01:47	lyrics	buy track
ABSOLUT RUBBISH One night, while off my bosoms Oh my starry-livered soul I poured a fifth of vodka In my Goldfish (Nigel)'s bowl It lapped up all the liquid Like an alcoholic gruel And lost enough sobriety To break that cardinal rule That's drilled into each animal So they'll never forget: Don't talk unto your owner If you are your owner's pet! 'Hey, owner!' said the Goldfish 'Time we had a chat' he reckoned 'Hey owner!' he repeated For his mem'ry's seven seconds 'Hey owner' said the Goldfish I departed with a cough And sat down and did a crossword Til the vodka had worn off.
18.	Why stop at two? (Instrumental) 03:30	info	buy track
19.	Long hot nights (2) 02:51	lyrics	buy track
LONG HOT NIGHTS Words & Music by & Copyright © 2017 TJ Facthen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS Long hot nights Whirring fans Mosquito coils Sweaty hands Orange sky Smoke smell, fear Fires burning Don't come near CH Long hot nights Dream of ice and snow Long hot nights Long night to go Long hot nights Oven heat Sleep uneasy Nightmares creep Wake bathed in sweat Nothing seems right They never end, Long hot nights CH Long hot nights Dream of ice and snow Long hot nights Long night to go Long hot nights Dream of ice and snow Long hot nights Long night....
20.	A Master you'll be 02:18	lyrics	buy track
A MASTER YOU'LL BE Tim Fatchen It never ceases to amaze me I listen to music that blows me away And then I hear the writer say "I can't write music to save me" I guess we all have a mental block "If it's me doing it, it can't be right So I hide round the corner out of sight" Our ego's fragile, when it's shot. There's only one way out of this bind You do it, do it, do it, and close your ears Ten thousand hours, eight or ten years And a master you'll be. It's true, you'll find
21.	Sitting here, just... 04:13	lyrics	buy track
SITTING HERE, JUST... Tim Fatchen Sitting here, just watching the clouds go by No reason, nothing special just clouds in the sky Dont' want to do nothing dont want to try Just watching the clouds in the sky. Sitting here, just watching the waves wash in No reason, nothing special, just the tide come in Don't want to go fishing, dont' want to begin Just watching the tide come in sometimes it's better not to fight or strive Just sit for a while, relax, be alive Alive to the world that's rolling by And it rolls on no matter how you might try Sitting here, just listening to the wind in the trees No-one else listening or sitting, just me And which one of us do you think is free Listening to wind in the trees

about

Gritty and raw blues, almost Appalachian folk, ungenre-able messes, distortion, lo-fi, jammed fingers, choked voices and rum hangovers.
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This is BUSKING ON BANDCAMP! Tracks have a $1 tag on them, but why not just buy the lot at $5? Why $5? Down here that's about a cup of coffee and half a donut--and I don't know anyone who admits to having any more on them at any given time...go on,you can spare a cup of coffee and half a donut, you know you want to!

credits

released March 14, 2017

Cigarbox guitar made by Tim Fatchen. All songs made by Tim Fatchen. Recorded at Dunns' Mill, Mt Barker SA 5251, Australia. Cover photo by Tikarma Vodicka, Ravenwood Studios, Strathalbyn SA 5255, Australia

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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