Nothing To Wear

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THE dwarf band / KELLAWAY SAGA (continued from 'Wind In Your Sail' )

When the third album was half done, Alf entered a new phase of song-writing, with the adoption of Jammer software, enabling a decidedly limited musician the luxury of composing backtracks, albeit crude ones. Drums, bass, Hammond and some awful other rhythm tracks provided the possibility of setting up the basics and refining song structures to some degree, before entering the studio. The Casio but a memory, Alf was now basing all his songs on a rough and ready guitar playing style, which could perhaps be more likened to drumming on strings. This lent itself to more songs beginning with electrics or keyboards and John’s patented Maton wall was no longer the go-to building block.

And so the dwarf band edged more into rock territory, with a number of songs depending less on the layers of acoustics and harmonies that had thus far been their trademark, but still the tinges of country and balladeering remained. The band with no name featuring the songs of the man with no name: no-name brand, man, that’s their style.

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released June 30, 1995

Songs and vocals: Alf Davies

Backing vocals, acoustic 6 & 12 string Matons, mandolin: John Dean

All other instruments, engineering & arrangements, all aspects of production: Ken Stephenson

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Track Name: The Man With No Name
THE MAN WITH NO NAME

Nobody knows my name and I doubt if I'll ever tell
I'll keep on playing my game
Don't care even if they know me well
I like being a mystery in keeping with history
My mind is a well-sealed book
Anonymous person
They have to judge me by my look

Don't call me, I may not answer you
Or you won't hear me and what I say won't be true
Don't make me speak to reveal myself
Don't you force me, I'll tell you I'm someone else
Don't call me, don't force me, don't ask me
For my name

I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same
I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same
Don't ask me, for my name

Friends drop by and ask me, how are you going boy
I ask who they refer to
To answer with pain or joy
The eagle who's flying, or a lizard who's lying
Hiding there under his rock
They look so strange
I know I have to take stock

Don't call me, I may not answer you
Or you won't hear me, and what I say won't be true
Don't make me speak to reveal myself
Don't you force me, I'll tell you I'm someone else
Don't call me, don't force me, don't ask me
For my name

I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same
I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same
I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same
I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same
I'm the man with no name, I'm the man with no name
Call me what you will, to me it's all the same

I'm the man, the man, I'm the man with no name
I'm the man, the man, the man with no name
I'm the man...tell me friend, tell me what you think of that
Tell me what you think of that, I've got no name
I'm the man, I'm the man with no name
No name, no, no, no name brand, no name brand man that's my style
Oh yeah yeah, I'm the man, the man, the man with no name
Track Name: Recurrence
RECURRENCE (SKIN & BONES)

I'm in circles, running circles
I'm in circles within time
Endless sequence, so frustrating
All is shifting and the thread is fine
You can find me, by the water
Near the fountain of your youth
Don't deny me, if I've caught her
On the mountain speaking truth

You'll be waiting, ever-waiting
You'll be waiting for all time
I'll be searching, ever-searching
Always searching for a sign
Then I'll glimpse you, through the doorway
Down the corridor I run
In a room there, on the floor lay
Your 'kerchief in a shaft of sun

Take the water down the valley, to the graveyard, wash the stones
Heaven help you, if you dally, they will have you skin and bones

And the dream goes on, goes round and round
I know my role and I have to lose
The thread runs through, a soulful sound
I rendezvous but the object moves away
I rendezvous but the object moves away

'Cross the river, my destination
I need to swim, but the current's strong
Paralyzed, procrastination
The moon rides high, night wears on
So many times I've tried and blundered
On this quest that I've begun
I am frightened, crashing thunder
Don't be angry if I run

Take the message to our leaders, every hope depends on you
We believe that you can free us, God knows we believe in you
Take the water down the valley, to the graveyard, wash the stones
Heaven help you, if you dally, they will have you skin and bones

And the dream goes on, goes round and round
I know my role and I have to lose
The thread runs through, a soulful sound
I rendezvous but the object moves away
I rendezvous but the object moves away
I rendezvous but the object moves away
Track Name: Idiot News
IDIOT NEWS

What's on the news, what's on the idiot box
Look at his tie, what colour are his socks
What's on the news, what's on the pacifier
Thousands of channels, none ever satisfies you
They're not concerned with finding the facts at all
They have to keep to ensuring the ratings don't fall

Look at her hair, she sure looks good tonight
Dazzling teeth, she never looks a fright
He's so urbane, house-person's superman
They needn't know, he's one guy she cannot stand
They're not concerned with knowing the facts at all
They are absorbed, ensuring the ratings won't fall

Ah, the TV - set the people free from this slavery
Kill the TV, let the people see, the fraud, that's the TV

What's on the news, look here's another monster
We'll cross there live, first we'll cross to our sponsor
Why turn to crime: reporter to wanted man
I'll do my time, you wouldn't understand
You're not concerned with finding the facts at all
You'll do your time, ensuring the ratings don't fall

Ah, the TV - set the people free from this slavery
Kill the TV, let the people see, the fraud -
Kill the TV - set the people free from this slavery
Ah, the TV, let the people see, the fraud, that's the TV
Track Name: Brain-Dead
BRAIN-DEAD

Don't you dream about the life you could pursue! (?)
Don't you think about the things you'd like to do! (?)
Don't you feel there may be relief! (?)
Remem-mem-mem-mem-member the thought police!

Thought police are always near, thought police instilling fear
Thought police are killing dreams, they'll lock you away
And make you stay where no-one hears your screams

Don't you dare to talk about your new ideas! (?)
Don't you dare to voice one of your inner fears! (?)
Don't you dare express your belief! (?)
Lest you bring the thought police!

Thought police are everywhere, thought police aren't paid to care
If you falter just one time, they'll lock you away
And make you pay for stepping out of line

Don't forget the thought police
They will hold you there is no release
Remember well the thought police
Their vigilance will never cease

Thought police are in your head, living there while you're brain-dead
They don't exist unless you wish, and can't lock you away
Nor make you stay where you can't take a (risk)

Thought police are everywhere, in your mind and in your hair
Thought police are always near, waiting there instilling fear
Thought police are in your head, I call to see if you're brain-dead
Thought police are in your head, I call to see if you're brain-dead
Thought police are in your head, I just called to see if you're, brain-dead
Track Name: Gypsy Moth
GYPSY MOTH

He went down to Beggars' Farm
Jethro couldn't come to harm
He wandered off the platter as the record played
They took him to another place
There he set a frantic pace
He walked out the door with no changes made

Gypsy moth must fly away, Gypsy moth will never age
Gypsy do what you must, Gypsy moth I'm telling you...
I wouldn't mind your Gypsy view
I could stand in Gypsy shoes

Gy-ypsy, where are you?
Gy-ypsy, I could be a Gypsy too
A Gypsy moth just like you

Back at home in the record store
Plants of theirs were what he saw
He ran out of town before the powers failed
Central plains, coastal blows
Whereabouts no-one knows
Wandering the landscape as the dawn sky pales

Gypsy moth must fly away, Gypsy moth will never age
Gypsy do what you must, Gypsy moth I'm telling you...
I could stand in Gypsy shoes
I could be a Gypsy too
A Gypsy moth just like you -
And never mind, you will find somewhere good to be
Track Name: Never An Adult
NEVER AN ADULT

Tell me how do you feel when there's no-one near
To hear your tale at the end of the day
It's a hollow kind of feeling
And how do you feel when your childhood dreams
Are torn to pieces in every which way
It sends your mind a-reeling

And how do you feel when you face the fact
She won't be back, the end is the worst
A love that once had sparkled
And how do you feel when deep brown eyes
Show no surprise, you thought you'd be first
Instead you wind up startled

And you cry-y, cry-y, you cry without a sound
You cry-y, cry-y, like a baby so helpless and down
A-ll the way down

You cry-y, cry-y, you cry in selfish grief
You cry-y, cry-y, you cry for lost belief
Cr-y, just for relief

And how do you feel with an old friend gone
You must go on, you thought you'd first
And you think of your achievements
And how do you feel, looking back -
The total lack, with time now the curse
You are your own impedance

You cry-y, cry-y, you cry without a tear
You cry-y, cry-y, like a baby your focus is near
Your focus on death and on fear

You die-ie, die-ie, you die without a sound
You die-ie, die-ie, and one more time, you go around
Like a baby, at last you go down
From a baby it's all the way down
Track Name: Shouldn't Do (No Religion)
SHOULDN'T DO......NO RELIGION

I'd take the mountain to Mohammed, if I only could
Take the mountain to Mohammed, if I knew how high it stood
I'd take a chillum to Shiva, he would say that's good
Take a chillum to Shiva, lift off the cobra hood
I'd take a crown of thorns to Jesus, he would say I should
Take a crown of thorns to Jesus, and a cross of balsa wood

I don't need anyone, to tell me how to live
I don't need anyone, to show me what I can give
I don't need any book, to tell me what is good
I don't need any priest to tell me what I should
And shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh, shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth it lies within you
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you
Within you

I'd take a clay pot to Guatama, he would laugh and stare
Break the clay pot for Guatama, he would gently rough my hair
He would say I'm not a reader, not a teacher or a sage
Every book and every leader, must be one to suit their age

I don't need anyone, to tell me how to live
I don't need anyone, to show me what I can give
I don't need any book, to tell me what is good
I don't need any priest to tell me what I should
And shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh, shouldn't do oo-oo-oo-ooh
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth it lies within you
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you
Shouldn't do-ooh, the truth is there within you
Track Name: The Lifter
THE LIFTER

I was sad in tropic grey
I met a strange man near the bay
He said you shouldn't be so glum
If you've a buck you'll find a chum

You'll be feeling better in a little while
A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile
You'll be feeling better in a little while
After the first sinks in
After the truth sets in
When you accept a new-found friend

By midday we were feeling fine
All my worries at least were mine
My friend passed to another bar
His work carried him afar

You'll be feeling better in a little while
A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile
You'll be feeling better in a little while
After the first sinks in
After the truth sets in
When you accept a new-found friend

We dare to share, we care for rocks and sand
We dream, our theme, is we're part of our land

I returned home a better man
Blessed with much, I know I am
My friend's name I never knew
He had far too much to do

You'll be feeling better in a little while
A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile
You'll be feeling better in a little while
After the first sinks in
After the truth sets in

You'll be feeling better in a little while
A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile
You'll be feeling better in a little while
After the first sinks in
After the truth sets in

You'll be feeling better in a little while
A bottle of bitter, then there's a little smile
You'll be feeling better in a little while
After the first sinks in
After the truth sets in
Track Name: Out Of Place
OUT OF PLACE

I left alone, the darkest night
I might as well have had no sight
I hankered for the faintest light
I had no coat, the seeping cold
A creeping doubt, I was losing hold
The eerie silence, a sudden sound
A hint of violence, all around
Picked up a stone, I called it a friend
I knew then I was truly alone
I came to see my true significance in the end
I knew well my insignificance in the plan

Out of site, and out of mind
Out of place and out of time
Foreign land with my stone in sweaty hand
I understand my true significance in the plan

A growling dog, a muffled yelp
I draw my shoulders into myself
I know I'm out there, far beyond help
Touch the edge of my companion the stone
Think of the warmth of fire and home
The eerie silence, a sudden sound
A hint of violence, all around
Finger the stone, my trusty new friend
I know then I am truly alone
I know well my true significance in the end
I feel as small as an ant at the bottom of Uluru
Out of place as a missionary preaching in Kakadu
Out of depth as a white man stranded on the gibber plain
I know well my insignificance
Track Name: Heroine
HEROINE

This is a novel way to start a story
'Bout a laid-back lady who gained her glory
She never was wasted, she never was spiked
She always tasted and knew what she liked
She was the heroine, she always stayed calm
Purest heroine, gave me a shot in the arm
The heroine, who could fix anything
Lovely heroine, she always rushed in

Where angels and saints fear to tread
All men have to face her with dread
The spear is the key to her art:
To pierce the stoutest man's heart
She's the heroine, she stays on the tracks
Hero's heroine, she repels all attacks
The heroine, who is never asleep
Magic heroine, she can stealthily creep

Into dreams or to moments more real
A lover who lives by her feel
She works with a needle and thread
For sewing the souls of the dead
She's the heroine, who denies all distress
Perfect heroine, she's the ideal mistress
Fearless heroine, both rider and horse
Oh heroine, inexhaustible source

My heroine, wondrous heroine
Ah, heroine, my heroine
Heroine, purer than snow
My heroine, I go where you go
Heroine, gentle and slow
Heroine, I know yes I know
Heroine, purer than snow
My heroine, I go where you go
Heroine, heroine, heroine, hero-ine
Heroine, heroine, heroine, hero-ine
Track Name: Something Good To Wear
SOMETHING GOOD TO WEAR

We are poor, never sure where our next meal's coming from
We are poor, never sure where our next meal's coming from
But never mind, I will find you something good to wear
Never mind, I will find you something good to wear

And you will have your hair cut in the latest style
Elegant dress to match your beautiful smile
Our own dreams, we won't fall apart
You are a person with heart, I can follow

Who is poor?
I am sure, I don't need to score
Who is poor, I don't need to score

They are poor, never sure which of thirty shirts he should wear
They are poor, never sure which of thirty skirts she should wear
But never mind, you will find they look immaculate
But never mind, every time, they look immaculate

'Cause they will have their fair share of the taxes they paid
Super plans, neatly laid
Their fair share of the illness this brings
Cling to a life that has long become hollow

Who is poor?
I am sure, I don't need to score
Who is poor, I don't need to score
Who is poor, I don't need to score

And never mind, I will find you something good to wear
Never mind, I will find you something good to wear
And you will have your hair cut in the latest style
Elegant dress to match your beautiful smile
Our own dreams, we won't fall apart
You are a person with heart, I can follow
And never mind, you will find, something good to wear