Status Updates

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released March 20, 2015

Produced, recorded and mixed by Tom Larkin at The Studios In The City, Brunswick, Melbourne. Assistant producer: Jon Grace. Additional mixing by Samuel K. Mastered by William Bowden at King Willy Sound, Launceston. Artwork design and layout by Vaughan Davies at Stage Left Design, Perth. Released by Greg Sanders at Gun Fever Records, Perth. All tracks © 2015 John Barrington.

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Track Name: Conscript
Back in 1942 my Dad volunteered to go away to war,
Just an 18-year-old country lad but he knew what he was going for,
If I got the call, had to go, had no choice,
Doubt I could say why with an honest voice.

If Basic didn't break me, I still couldn't call myself a patriot,
Governments leading us towards a nation I don't want to represent,
Couldn't say it's because we value human life,
When the first of us don't have the same rights.

We’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
What am I supposed to say?
I’m not an invader,
I am not a saviour,
Dad believed the cause,
But now what is it for?

Is it nationalistic pride?

Not for Queen or country,
Or for speeches fed to me,
We can't take the higher ground,
Morally and allow,
Our homemade genocide,
I'm not a part of their apartheid.
Apartheid. Apartheid. Apartheid.

Yeah, we’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
What am I supposed to say?
I’m not an invader,
I am not a saviour,
Dad believed the cause,
But now what is it for?
Track Name: Dog Whistling
You gotta wonder what they think of us,
Across the oceans when they see the fuss,
From a boat of desperate people,
Public outrage puts them in a cage.

I know a place where people came on boats,
Unauthorised and largely unopposed,
They took it all from the people here first,
But now they fail to see the irony.

Still they changed the national anthem to just whistling,
Dog whistling, dog whistling, dog whistling.

You gotta wonder what they think of us,
Three to a square kilometre,
Our boundless plains everywhere,
But not enough for us to share.

I know a place where people had a vote,
It changed policy made by xenophobes,
And the place thrived with the cultures coming in,
But now they say were full,
They're full of it.

And now they want a national anthem that's just whistling,
Dog whistling.

We are not full, we are not full, we are not full, we are not full,
We are not full, we are not full, we are not full, we are not full.
Track Name: All My Friends Are Leaving Town
All my friends are leaving town,
They’re moving up and moving down,
We had a niche, they broke the lease,
I’m left behind here on my own.

All my friends are leaving town,
We had to know it’d come around,
But not this fast, our days have past,
Now this town doesn’t feel like home.

Yeah, they’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving.

Melbourne called, Saunders took off,
My housemate Dan, Anna and Josh,
Stevie, Stevie, why did you leave me?
Leon can’t we share the same town?
Sydney took schoolmates from me,
Then Jerico, Fin and Mully,
Magdalena chose London, England
I’m here drinking on my own.

Yeah, they’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah.

Lost my schoolmates to the Gong,
Now my uni friends have gone,
I got a job so I didn’t leave, in radio in the Gallery,
But transience is getting old,
I made new friends at Tuner Bowls, but it wasn’t long till they got the itch,
Now they’re gone too and I’ve got the shits.

They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
Leaving town.
Track Name: Gentrified
Well alright, out tonight, preloaded ‘cause I don't wanna pay,
Over-priced alcohol, bland décor, TVs on every single wall,
Big line-up, shitty DJ, drunk wankers who keep getting in,
The bouncer's on steroids, our local doesn’t look the same.

What happened to the scum?
What happened to the grime?
What happened to the dank?

There's a cancer never satisfied,
Until it destroys your favourite dive.

Our local’s been tortured and murdered and covered with lime,
Where are the old couches, the posters from back when bands played live?

There's a cancer never satisfied,
Until it destroys your favourite dive,
Until everywhere is gentrified,
And the old neighbourhood dies.

What happened to our slum?
What happened to the crime?
What happened to the rent?
It’s an eviction sign.
Track Name: A Billionaires' Club
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more.

We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We want your brains, we want your,
We want your brains, we want your…

We are here to take over your paper so we can write what we want you to read,
We are here to take over your paper so we can write what we want you to read,
We got a stake in this station so we can show what we want you to see,
We got a stake in this station so we can show what we want you to see.

We want your brains, we want your,
We want your brains, we want your brains!

We owned news and entertainment, then we got influence,
We owned news and entertainment, now we got remote control,
We owned mines and made a motza, then we got influence,
We owned mines and made a motza, now we got climate control.

We got seats in both houses ‘cause we can buy our way to anywhere,
We got seats in both houses ‘cause we can buy our way to anywhere.

We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more,
We got a club, a billionaires’ club,
We got it all but we want some more.
Track Name: Out Tonight
We're wasted, heading out tonight,
Just a few of us, my mates and I,
We need that Dutch courage,
‘Cause every other dude's ripped and massive.

Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight.

The things we're seeing out tonight,
Guys hassling hot girls in line,
They're bigger than the bouncers,
And they're frothing on B-grade substances.

Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight.

There's aggression in the air,
And there's dickheads everywhere,
We're high but not as high as them,
We never let it make us violent.

Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, gotta get home tonight,
'Cause every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta get home tonight,
'Cause every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta get home tonight,
'Cause every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta get home tonight,
'Cause every other dude's ripped and massive.
Track Name: The Man Song
I’m tired of being reminded of what I’m supposed to be,
A mere male, born in this country, typified on TV,
Not much to us, we fish and go camping and drink mid-strength beer,
We love our mates but our women annoy us, always getting in your ear.

I watch the footy, I’m not footy-phobic, but I can’t stand the ads,
They say we’re simple, bumbling and hopeless, “Happy Father’s Day, Dad”,
Nip down the pub but tell the family, “I’m puttin’ up some shelves”,
You get caught, you need The Woman Whisperer™,
To tell her it’s alright because we can’t tell her ourselves.

She’s a nag and she hates you having fun,
You’re a dag and the best you can aspire to,
Is crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones, crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones.

It’s only tele, it’s just entertainment, it’s only make believe,
‘Cause all these blokes, they look pretty average and their wives are beauty queens,
They’re only ads selling a product with the white suburban dream,
But I reckon they send a message,
Are we being sold the White Australia Policy?

So there it is, there’s the blue print, the archetypal Aussie man,
But what about, what about my gay mates or non-footy fans,
Indigenous fathers, sons of migrants, yeah what about them?
Where’s the artists, intellectuals and writers,
Are they all fictitious characters?

You’re a male so just be white and dumb,
In Australia the best you can aspire to,
Is crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones, crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones.

We’re not the men they say we are, they’re hanging on to the past,
We’ve come a long way and we are not the same despite the telecast,
We’re not the men they say we are, they’re hanging on to the past,
We’ve come a long way but we got a way to go,
And we need to let our boys know misogyny’s not alright!

[The Woman Whisper name used without permission from the Carlton Mid beer television commercials. A piss weak beer for a piss weak attempt at humour.]
Track Name: Moving Backward
Well here we are again, it's where we were before,
Camelot has crumbled though it never really stood that tall,
Old enough to know now that both sides are the same,
When you hadn't lived through both seems like things could have changed.

With the benefit of hindsight, we know he sucked us in,
And then he let us down so she got up and kicked him out,
Something to be proud of, a woman in the top job,
But then she got the same, he came back and knocked her off.

By then he was different, seemed more like the other side,
So with nothing left, we suddenly went right.

Moving backward.

So here we are again, it’s 1996,
It will be years until we’re seen as progressive,
We don’t like this new mob but we have all forgot,
It was the other side that up and lost the plot.

Moving backward.

So we’re all vocal about the winning side,
Nothing like conservatives to make you speak your mind,
But post-07 we were not this engaged,
The false sense of hope made us maintain our rage.

We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward,
We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward.

We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward,
We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward.
Track Name: Radio Silence
Chloroform on a rag,
I sneak up from the back,
He can’t hear me ‘cause he loves how,
The opinions sound coming out his mouth,
In the ads he takes a breath,
I suffocate him but not enough for death,
He wakes up on his own,
Where he can’t be heard ‘cause we took his microphone.

Yeah, I’ve got half a mind,
To silence all the liars,
I could tear them off the air,
But I’m no fascist.

Chloroform on a rag,
I sneak up from the back,
He can’t hear me ‘cause he’s fixed on,
A teleprompter where he reads his hate from,
Lights fade he takes a breath,
I suffocate him but not enough for death,
He’ll like the Gulag just fine,
There’s a spotlight, Andy’s free to speak his mind.

Yeah, I’ve got half a mind,
To silence all the liars,
I could tear them off the air,
But I’m no fascist.

Radio silence, radio silence, radio silence, yeah,
Radio silence, radio silence, radio silence, yeah.

Wait, I just got told we have to let all the political prisoners go,
Bigotry’s legal, they’re liberated and they’re getting back their shows,
Comrade Stalin won’t be happy repression’s not allowed,
Now how will we communists silence these voices now?
Track Name: Paranoid Peter Pandroid
At first I thought it was funny, how did things get this way?
We came so far but now we’re starting to decay,
Yeah something changed, we’re mean and tight and cruel,
Now egalitarian means aristocratic rule.

Welcome to the new way,
We hope you enjoy your stay.

But now it doesn’t seem so funny the further right we get,
No, you can’t come in, or tie the knot like we said,
The arts, the ABC and universities are mouthpieces for the left,
We’ll fix the economy with some Joint Strike Fighter jets.

Welcome to the new way,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
We’ve got everything you need,
Wrath, pride, hate and greed.

I might be paranoid, I might be paranoid,
I might be paranoid, I’m probably paranoid.

All you need is lots of money, just get born into wealth,
Dad can get you a scholarship, an iron ore mine to yourself,
Yeah, entitlement’s done, we’re cutting back welfare,
And if you can’t survive, we don’t fucking care!

Welcome to the new way,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
We’ve got everything you need,
Wrath, pride, hate and greed.

I might be paranoid, I might be paranoid,
I might be paranoid, I might be paranoid.
Track Name: Slow Dance
Take my hand and follow my lead,
But just for this dance, ‘cause you don’t need me.

But I, I’d be wasting my time,
Don’t know where I’d be without you.

Take my hand, I’ll try not to lead,
Not for this dance, I mean you and me.

But I, I’d have wasted my time,
Don’t know where I’d be without you.

But now I know I have made us both cry,
And I know I don’t deserve to have you around,
Took you for granted, made mistakes,
You were there for me and I’ll love you always.

But I, I’d have wasted my time,
Don’t know where I’d be without you.