BBougainvillea (Album)

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Recorded at Los Bomberos Studios, Northcote &
Rolling Stock Studios, Collingwood, late 2016
Most thoughts that went on this record occurred between 2014 – 2016
This record was partially funded by lots of really really good looking fantastic human beings
Thank you all, a lot.

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released May 5, 2017

Woy | Poetaster | Bard: Kieran Chae Dickson
Producer | Engineer | Musician: Samual Swain
Composer | Musician: Thomas Harrison
Musician: Martin Yarwood
Mastering: Adam Dempsey
Artbrains: Ben Minkley

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Track Name: BBougainvillea
Self elected ruler of intelligence & your own mind

Growing up in the country effects things in your brain, spending your formative years affects things within your lungs.

Previously fascinated with rats of the human kind, now mostly meatbags & metaphors

This is BBougainvillea it’s about obsession, possession & privilege

There’s some, stories, but stories are only present within presence. Not like the old tree falling in the woods, but kinda; we don’t call them woods in Australia.
Track Name: Eating Elephants
I’m on an elephant only diet, I don’t think I have any fun.
Hello; do you have any fun?
I don’t know, can you measure this some.

I find myself sitting in noise filled places
I smoke the same joke
I think the same drink
& there’s always something doing more,
I think I’m White, I think I’m Male, I think I’m Middle Class &
I think I’m over-ratted
With a constant need to be sedated

It was as useful as synchronised seagulls,
It was like knowing I had something coming in the mail,
It was like going to the bakery, so my bread never got stale, but then never leaving.
Humans we seldom value what we can’t name, if we give it a name will it make it worse?
If we give it a name, I might think I’m cursed;
I’m White, I’m Male, I’m Middle Class & I’m most definitely over-rated

Things have names because acts have authors,
Hedonism- Suck it up

I’m just a stone in your shoe, a fucking pest to you
I’m just a stone in your shoe, a fucking pest who are you? & what’s to do?
I’m just a stone in your shoe, who are you?

I’m tethered to too many people carrying apples, where my onions?
Tethered to too many people carrying apples, where my onions?
Track Name: Living with Harmony
‘hey where’d everyone go? Because as far as I can work out first I found a rock, then I built a wall, then I knocked the wall down. I got out when it was bad, I came back when it was better, nothing really changed; my mental health and maybe the weather. Well now I’m here, now I’m clear I’ve got everything to fear, but; What is here?
A paper trail of a tree change revolution, oh & this overeducated mosquito wearing 51plus & still burnin up!’

I wanted to live with Harmony, with enough time & enough space
I wanted to live with Harmony, I wanted to live with no defences
I wanted to live with Harmony, I thought the 8th century had all the answers
I wanted to live with Harmony, she was always so nice to me…

But shall go back?
I wanted to do things we been doin, for centuries, write books about, a seven-part series, a recipe for a pasta, a recipe for your happily ever after.
People were fascinated, & that helped me to get irrigated, I grew tiny little carrots that tasted like shit, because I didn’t irrigate, not one fucking bit.

Knock, knock, knock!
Hello! We’re new to the area!
Knock, knock, knock!
We thought we’d come by and talk about our lifestyle choices
It’s a sea-change, a tree-change – everything has been a change for me
(& it’s nice to meet you Harmony)

I got a bad memory, so it’s nice to meet you.
I got a bad memory, so it’s nice to eat you, I was gunna be a vegetarian last week, but there’s steak on my plate & I don’t wanna let it go to waste, & I like the taste, I like the taste!

I got out when it was bad, I came back when it was better, nothing really changed; my mental health & maybe the weather. Well now I’m here, now I’m clear I’ve got everything to fear, you see I wanted to live with Harmony, but turns out Harmony’s a little bit of a slut and was two timing me with sympathy, empathy & every other complex emotion, I’m a Country boy.
Track Name: The introspective dip
What am I to you?
57% water?
What am I to you?
Some straight-laced guy’s son or daughter?
What am I to you?
A buzz?
What am I to you?
A big big buzz
What am I to you?
A constant doubt
What am I to you?
I can’t live without
What am I to you?
Your significant other?
What am I to you?
Maybe even your lover
Can I wake up next to you? Do my makeup next to you? Even when I’ve got the flu? Can I wake up next to you?
She said; ‘Why don’t you come on over to the deep end? It’s warm in, & I’m wearin nothing but my skin’
I said; ‘Ok, but I work on the weekends’
‘Steady down boy, I’m talking about a swim!’

Ow, darling- I think you forgot to put the feeling in that sentence
Ow, darling- I think you forgot to put the feeling in that sentence
Guess that’s why they call it a crush- there I was, just getting back on the metaphorical bus…
There I was, just living with cautious optimism- not!
Deliberately forgetting what I’d got
If you insist, I will resist, I mean barley insist, & I’ll just fuck off.

Guess that’s why they call it a crush
Internal thoughts, lets get ‘em;
What am I to you?
57% water?
What am I to you?
Some straight laced guy’s son!
What am I to you?
A buzz!
What am I to you?
A big big buzz
What am I to you?
That little paddle in the pool, left a puddle in my pants
What am I to you?
I went for a little swim, & felt everything
What am I to you?
Track Name: Chris from Concrete World, Esperance, WA
What a rather large, cold ocean
And sometime a useless bitter waste
There’s very little knowledge of any real problems
& very little care for any real taste
What is a real job? What is a real girl?
What is this real world you keep speaking of?
What is a real job? What is a real boy?
What is this real world you keep speaking of?
Am I dreaming or am I awake?
There’s fact, there’s fiction, but what about fucked up & fake?
I’m working on some Concrete-Illusions
I’m working on some Concrete-Solutions
I’m working on the biggest con of my life
& personality consistency, is failing the slump test…
There’s so much talk of- ‘I like the old you’
& ‘You like the new me’
How’s that even possible, what you got a set of different bodies?
Hanging in the shed?
Swinging upside down?
Just waiting to be turned on a switched around
Like;
My Monday body makes me bold
My Tuesday body does what it’s told
My Wednesday body just doesn’t know
& my Thursday through to Sunday doesn’t want to be here at all

Hi I’m Chris
Hi Chris
Catch me on a Thursday, I’d sit by the ocean & play with my slump test
Hi I’m Chris
Hi Chris
Catch me on a better day, I’d just ask why am I here
Hi I’m Chris
Hi Chris
When I see a homeless person I just want to rob them
Hi I’m Chris
Hi Chris
Am I dreamin or am I awake?
Hi I’m Chris
Hi Chris
Have I been wearin this same dress for 16 days straight
I’m working on some Concrete-Illusions
I’m working on the biggest con of my life
Track Name: See Joy in a dark & broody Sea
If you spend enough time you can fall in love with anyone
If you spend enough time you can fall in love with anything
If you spend enough time you might just fall in love with your own mind
If you spend enough time you might just trip over yourself, fall down her staircase & loose your mind

They say love is everything, but if you can’t even feel your kneecaps
They say love is everything, but if you can’t even feel your spine
They say love is everything, but if you can’t even feel your frozen fingertips
Love isn’t everything, but if you can’t even feel your mind

It was raw bitten, what an absolute load of shit
It was raw bitten, what an absolute load of horse shit
It wasn’t raw bitten, you bit me like a dog and then you spat out my brain.
Track Name: Wohnen
How long does it take you to get home?
Oh the years when it was nothing but a Frisbee throw
I always assumed I’d left the warmth of the open doors, years ago
Oh the assumption it, was a formalised shape; four wall a roof and some windows to break
Ask a young little boy he’ll say something reasonably the same like; where my toys are safe
I asked my old man, how long did it take him? Can he hold it or is it something that is fake within?
He answered patronising, trying not to undermine with something like; listen he boy, listen here good.
He said; ‘Picturesque is how you hold it, never mind who came up and sold it to you, your heart your home, if your home is an organ that in it’s basic form just keeps you walking, & I always remember the day my mother died of a cardiac arrest, oh the cutlery, always so shinny! She’d pick up the painting I’d put on the wall, make me rearrange the shoes around the hall, she said how do you make me feel like that, I hate when you make me feel like that, it’s all. It’s the sum of everything.’

Everyone, can live with regrets, because everyone can put up a fence, when you build your home with a nice big closet, you can come home & chuck your bones in it.

To live at peace, to remain at peace, to reside, to dwell.
Track Name: Rhyzomatic thoughts
I’m a prison cell, that cuts myself off from other prison cells
Don’t worry about me, coz your nothing but a prison cell too.
It’s in the words, in the text, it’s in the language that we make ourselves, the language that’s always brand new
It’s in the words, in the sign, it’s in the language that we teach ourselves, the language that shouldn’t mean a thing to Me, or the dog three doors down, to me, or the cat that I just kicked out the back door, to me, or the bottle of red wine on the front porch, to me, or maybe even you?
It’s so nice just to talk like everyone else
It’s so nice just to talk like everyone else
It’s so nice just to talk to anyone, say why don’t you come on over, maybe we can have 17 coffees & talk about our feelings or something.
I’m having Rhyzomatic thoughts.

I didn’t think it would be so, but it’s rather nice to tell yourself; nothing mean a thing & it never will, & happiness is best left on your best friends shelf. Do the Rhyzome.

Look out, I’m a beautiful insignificant soul coming through, that red means stop & green means go, a cat is a cat because it just not a dog & a surgical theatre is not a dining room table. Do the Rhyzome.

I’m a prison cell, that cuts myself off from other prison cells, coz when you lock up everything you know in language & text it gets to the point where you think you know what I’m gunna say…naaa… Bananas on jetskis. It’s like describing slightly more than mediocre sex, you just don’t. Don’t listen to a word I say, don’t listen to a word I speak it’ll mean something now & something different on another week.

I might just find something to knock me out.
Track Name: Minimal grounds on which to deny this thing is about drugs
Sitting in the Nile/denial never made it worse/ a curse
But I just saw the stars come out that ladies purse
You try to stop your thoughts but it never works/I’m a jerk
So I just sit here in the space dust, think the wrong things;
From there I can touch your nose/play with the hose
So I just sit here in the space dust, think the wrong things like;
From here I can touch my toes

No one can touch me, I can’t even feel me now.
Yet, I tap on my forehead & it feels good somehow
I wanted to be in an Arabian Tent, I was there (I got under the doona)
I wanted to be hairier, I was a bear (I put on a jacket)

Oh no, it’s bright & sunny I’m yawning/it’s morning
Oh no, it’s bright & sunny can you come around?
Oh no, it’s bright & sunny I’m yawning/it’s morning
Oh no, it’s bright & sunny I’m coming down