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The Call

from Light Duties by Flying Tadpole

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The uneasy lyric creation of Andrew Male we found a trifle worrying. It starts off woke or woke-ish but then turns on the listener and sinks its moral teeth in, and rightly so. And so, in keeping with this approach to the unwary, we dragooned Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band into playing it, though it's not at all bluesy. Bruisy, yes.

lyrics

THE CALL
by Andrew Male & Tim Fatchen


I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply de-arranged
I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply de-arranged

This is all my privilege
Which is all my fault
This is all gross leverage
This is my owning the bolt


How can I stay sorry?
How can I repent?
How can I excuse the wrongs
Of thoughts unspent?


I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply de-arranged
I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply de-arranged

INSTR BRIDGE


To all those people in the world
Who never made mistakes
You've got it all now, well done you
Life! No second takes


You're clearly the majority
The ninety-nine point nine
Never chose the wrong road
Never picked up the wrong wine


I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply de-arranged
I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply, simply de-arranged


We'd all like to spend the night together
We'd all like to feel so much less alone
We'd all really like to change the weather
But first for our breath we'll atone

I was a kid in a motel room
My mother just stepped out the door
Waiting on a doorbell,
I took out a small Bible
Gideons had left there in the drawer

Something inside just grabbed me.
Matthew 7: in that book
Young at that stage
I was all over the page
Could a phrase be all that it took?

What that stuff what was it about,
Something about eyes, specks and logs?
Jug and you'll be Jughead
Fleas getting back up with dogs?

INSTR BRIDGE


Am I Right on this
Or am I solid Left?
Do I have the right ideas
Or am I simply deaf?
Am I Right on this
Or am I solid Left?
Do I have the right ideas
Or am I simply deaf?


I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply de-arranged
I'm calling myself out
I'm calling myself strange
I'm calling my self-doubt
I'm simply, simply de-arranged

credits

from Light Duties, released September 22, 2020
Lyrics Copyright © 2020 Andrew Male Music Copyright © 2020 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
Performed by Flying Tadpole's Travelling Blues Band
Piano is courtesy Garritan Personal Orchestra. No reputable company will accept responsibility for any of theother instruments.

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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...
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