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Immediate download of Clancy in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Lovingly mastered specifically for vinyl by Don Bartley, cut at the legendary Abbey Rd Studios, and pressed on solid 140g vinyl, this individually-numbered (001-500) record is THE way to listen to The Overflow.
Also includes immediate download of 13 track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire. Sorted!
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edition of 500
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about
Graeme Humphresy here.
Oh lord. Where to start?
This is a dedication to the Australian Robert Burns, Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson. Both Pete and I love his stuff, and he is well celebrated in the antipodes, however more in a ha ha gimmicky way these days. We thought he deserved serious consideration. All of the words are from one Paterson poem or another. Firstly just words from all over his stuff, then phrases, culminating in a fair lash at a whole verse from The Geebung Polo Club. Each poem from whence a word or phrase arises is given its own affect (left pan, echo, etc), thereby identifying its origin.
lyrics
Conversation.
The overflow.
A big white box.
He looked them through, pick on you, you’ll fall the harder, slight and thin.
Altercation, one round kid, that was me.
You should have heard the whipcord crack.
Tall shearers thunder by…
In vain fetch him back.
Only a pound and I’m standing here, selling this animal gain or loss.
Chickens, time, policemen, and space. Words to be said
By the old Compaspe river where the breezes shake the grass there’s a row of little gravestones where the stockmen never pass. For they bear a crude inscription saying stranger drop a tear. For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here
credits
from
The Overflow,
released 20 February 2006
Humphreys/Keen/A.B. Paterson
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