11 track album with two books of artwork to illustrate and expand on the content within.
Drums, two basses, a Javanese gender, saxophone, poetry, rap, and holler, this album offers a slice that differs from the rest of the musical outpourings from Aotearoa New Zealand.
A beautiful gate-fold packaging, heavy on image, lovely to hold and explore, supported by Tenzenmen DIY distro from Australia, and reproduced through Dualplover, AUS.
19 High quality images of the art, recording process, and incidental pretty images are included in the download of this album.
Yeah everybody’s caught in this war
Between better judgment and acquiescence
In the minds’ battlefields perception
Provokes decision so be aware
It’s psychological abuse to deny
What should be, but isn’t
Too quickly discounted are dreams
For debilitation, madness …Whyt (Te Kupu)
Go scan the horizon, for a flag promoting peace
Find a dove with an olive branch, a roasting tray underneath
Look for the holy man, find the filings of his sharpened teeth
Seek the truth behind the spin, get pepper-sprayed by police
Sometimes a shoulder’s needed
They’re compassionless these flocks of shells
Then your confidence fails you and you damn it all to hell
There’s a minefield in the playground, it’s explosive in your mind
Beware those claiming righteousness, advance the might of any kind
In a world set to label you, your moods and shopping needs defined
On the stage the wrongs put right, you struggle to find the time
Sometimes a shoulder’s needed when living’s like a prison cell
Restraint maintains the status quo it’s sugar sweetened I can tell
The sun melts away the night, if you let it you’ll feel warm
Ma said, “Don’t ever play with fire”, now it’s turning up to burn
The camp’s expand in Purity and sing the Lord his love is stern
And proclaim the original sin, was to question and to learn
Sometimes a shoulder’s needed or some shelter or a meal
When freedom’s gained at thrice the price
Can you buy the health to heal?
Sometimes a shoulder’s needed or some shelter or a meal
It’s a miracle you’re an optimist, ‘cos sometimes your hell is real
We fight the fight for improvement
Stop them ecocidal lunatic confusement
Because we nah dead although them continue killing
Maiming, executing, imprisoning, polluting
All this crime that them do cannot defeat
The purpose, the will, the words to speak
The truth, the fact, no hidden crap
Just stay on track, just stay on track (Te Kupu)
credits
from Transit,
released February 25, 2011
mr sterile: Drums, noise, vocalisations
Chrissie Butler: Vocals
Aaron Lloydd: Bass
Nell Thomas: Balinese gender
Dean Hapeta aka Te Kupu: Vocals
James Robinson: Art
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