Get all 7 Flying Tadpole releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Throttle Me a Busker, Ukulele Criminal, Light Duties, Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band, A Childes Garden of Ecologickally Correct Songes, Holidays and Other Disasters, and Irritatin' Katy.
1. |
Just sitting here
02:30
|
|||
|
JUST SITTING HERE
Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here,
Don’t know that I’ll do anything
Today.
Don’t have anything on my mind,
Not a thought, they’ve all
Gone away.
I’m sure there’s things
I should be doing,
I’m sure there’s places
I should be going
But I don’t care,
That’s all okay...
I’m quite happy just sitting here,
Makes no difference, what I do
Today.
I don’t care about what I should,
I wouldn’t do it, if I could
Anyway.
The roof it’s leaking,
The gutter’s broke,
The stove it’s smoking,
The drains are choked.
But what do I care?
That’s all okay...
So don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here,
Don’t know that I’ll do anything
Today.
Don’t have anything on my mind,
Not a thought, they’ve all
Gone away.
I’m quite happy just sitting here,
Don’t mind me just sitting here,
I’m quite happy just sitting here,
Today.
Words & Music Copyright © 2009 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
|
||||
2. |
Telephone billplay
03:46
|
|||
|
TELEPHONE BILLPAY
Tuning GDEA
Chords C F G7 G
V1
I had a little bill come in the mail one day--
There was something wrong with what i had to pay.
There's a free number listed where you call the Company
With any query, but I guess the query was me.
CHORUS
I pick up the phone and I ring the Company, and a
voice comes on and tells me that the call and the per-
formance of the staff member's going to be assessed and they
may be recording every word that either says, and I
say who I want to speak to and the voice says "I'm
sorry but that option isn't on the menu choices but
press number ONE to contact general enquiries or
any other number on the list and press
TWO if I want to check accounts and fees and press
THREE to replay the warnings back to me and press
FOUR for a translator who understands Swahili and press
FIVE to make a payment to the Charity of the Day and press
SIX if I really want to sign my life away and press
SEVEN for some muzak to chase the blues away and press
EIGHT for a transfer to a number that's incorrect and press
NINE to beep and suddenly disconnect.....
V2
Hey! I won't be defeated by old technology,
I'll get it sorted, just you see.
I refuse to know the meaning of the word "defeat.,
And a robot answering service won't leave me beat.
CHORUS
So I pick up the phone ...&c
V3
The years they've all flown by me, I'm old and bent and grey,
And that bill isn't sorted, but each and every day,
I rise from my sickbed to try and try agin,
˜Cos if I keep on trying, you know I'm bound to win!
CHORUS
And I pick up the phone...&c
Words & Music Copyright 2010 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
|
||||
3. |
My Christmas Ukulele
02:29
|
|||
|
MY CHRISTMAS UKULELE
V1
Until this Christmas gone
I’d fought for years and years
To play my steel string gee-tar
Without bursting into tears
I was lost in misery
So my wife and dog combined
To place under the Christmas tree
Some solace for my mind.
CH
It’s my Crhistmas Ukulele!
Cost twenty-seven bucks.
And I play that ukulele
‘Cos my gee-tar-playing sucks!
A ukulele’s what I need
And even I sound good!
I don’t get tangled in the strings
And chords sound like they should!
V2
Ukulele learning’s fine,
I already know four chords!
And its strings, they’re Chinese nylon,
They don’t cut my fingers raw.
Besides, there’s only four of them
I need to strike to play.
It’s like a revelation,
Beats my gee-tar any day
CH
It’s my Christmas Ukulele!
Cost twenty-seven bucks.
And I play that ukulele
‘Cos my gee-tar-playing sucks!
The wife can take her earplugs out
The dog can come inside,
‘Cos when I play the ukulele
There’s no need to run and hide!
BRIDGE
[voiceovers]
“What a sound”
“This is sooooo cool”
“ Feel that power!!”
CH
It’s my Christmas Ukulele!
Cost twenty-seven bucks.
And I play that ukulele
‘Cos my gee-tar-playing sucks!
They kept me off of Idol
Said I was too old
But now my ukulele’s here
I’ll come in from the cold
(2x)
It’s my Christmas Ukulele!
Cost twenty-seven bucks.
And I play that ukulele
‘Cos my gee-tar-playing sucks!
Words and Music Copyright © 2009 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
|
||||
4. |
This is a terrible song
02:22
|
|||
|
THIS IS A TERRIBLE SONG
Words & Music : Tim Fatchen
Tuning: GCEA
Copy and print out these lyrics
IN COURIER FONT to get the
chord changes in the right places!
------------------
(spoken)
Um...well...Hi...er...
C G
This is a terrible song.
C
The sound and the mix are the pits.
G
You know I can’t sing a proper note
F G C
And my laptop’s a heap of ...bits.
F C
I can’t play an instrument well,
F C
And I’ve got no sense of time.
F C A7
I’m so apologetic I’m subjecting you to Hell,
D G C
Listening to this song of mine:
CHORUS
F C
I want you all to understand
F C
Before I start to sing
F C
I don’t want anyone misled
D G
That this is worth a thing.
G7 C G
No, this is a terrible song
C
A muddled mess of self indulgent crap
F Adim C A7
So sit there and enjoy it as I sing it for you
D G C
And I hope I get a clap.
This is a terrible song.
I wrote it in a hurry, it’s a mess.
I can’t sing or play or whistle very long,
But I’ll try it at an open mic, I guess.
My microphone and mixer didn’t work
So I recorded it on Grandma’s dictaphone.
I know that I should trash it, junk it, give it to the cat,
But here it is, for you to hear at home!
CHORUS
I want you all to understand
Before I start to sing
I don’t want anyone misled
That this is worth a thing.
No, this is a terrible song
A muddled mess of self indulgent crap
So sit there and enjoy it as I sing it for you
And I hope I get a clap.
Um...where is everybody?...
Words & Music Copyright © 2011 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
|
||||
5. |
QWERTY
00:19
|
|||
|
QWERTY
Qwerty you eye owe pee!
Ay ess dee eff jee.
Aitch jay kay ell,
Zed ex sea,
Vee bee enem, one two three!
Qwerty you eye owe pee!
Ay ess dee eff jee!
Four five six seven,
Eight nine, ooohhh!
Qwerty you eye owe pee!
Words & music by Tim Fatchen
|
||||
6. |
Nuclear sunburn
01:21
|
|||
|
NUCLEAR SUNBURN (CANCER #3)
CGEA tuning
C
Zip-zip-zipping down to town each day
F
Zap-zap-zapping the Wife away
C
It’s a metal bed they put her on
F G/G7
Then they run and hide while the zap goes on!
C
Zip-zip-zipping down to town each day
F
Zap-zap-zapping the Wife away
C
Each night I check for double heads
G7 C
Or extra ears when she’s in bed!
F
Nuclear sunburn has its price
C
My wife gets fed to the Cockatrice.
F
But still, in the survivor stakes,
G/G7
It adds ten percent onto the rates!
C
Zip-zip-zipping down to town each day
F
Zap-zap-zapping the Wife away
C
Each night I check for double heads
G7 C
Or extra ears when she’s in bed!
F
So she does what she has to do,
C
And you grit your teeth at what she’s going through.
F
(Thirty years on troubles might raise their head
G/G7
But thirty years on, we’ll both be dead!)
C
Zip-zip-zipping down to town each day
F
Zap-zap-zapping the Wife away
C
Each night I check for double heads
G7 C
Or extra ears when she’s in bed!
Words & Music Copyright © 2013 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
|
||||
7. |
Ukulele criminal
02:35
|
|||
8. |
Waving worms
01:35
|
|||
|
WAVING WORMS
Words & music by Tim Fatchen
Children nature worms compost FUC dark gothic busker
I feed my worms on vegetable scraps
In their big worm factory
They're pretty happy with what they get
I know, 'cos they wave at me
There's zucchini and carrot and broccoli
And apple cores and celery
And when they're done, those happy worms
Give me castings, and lots of worm tea.
Sometimes I have to go away
And leave them in misery
It might mean their food starts running out
And they'll search through the loam for me
But they don't blame me for it, they're full of concern
They push at their lid, for me they yearn
And they're ever so happy to see me return
I know, 'cos they wave at me
I wonder if I should give them some meat
And cheeses, 'specially brie
Just think, with a special protein treat,
So big and strong they'd be
That I could walk them on winter days
And feed them the buskers we meet on our way
The worms think it's great, although they can't say--
I know, 'cos they wave at me.
|
||||
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
