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Amanda Palmer & Friends: Forty​-​Five Degrees - A Bushfire Charity Flash Record

by Amanda Palmer & Friends

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1.
Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells And schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Boys in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver-white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad Rain never falling and whisked-away kittens Evacuations and cats people live in Kangaroos burning and birds with no wings These are a few of my favorite things. Beautiful sunsets ironically colored Homes with no power and kids with no mothers Smug politicians with necks we could wring These are a few of my favorite things. Boris and megxit and scotty and isis and bushfires and wildfires and climates in crisis Silver white icebergs that melt into springs these are a few of my favorite things when the dogs die when the bees die when i’m feeling blue i’ll simply remember my favorite things OH NO I’LL BE DEAD LIKE YOU.
2.
LYRICS: Out where the river broke The bloodwood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty-five degrees The time has come to say fair's fair To pay the rent, to pay our share The time has come, a fact's a fact It belongs to them, let's give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning? How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning? The time has come to say fair's fair To pay the rent now, to pay our share Four wheels scare the cockatoos From Kintore, east to Yuendemu The Western Desert lives and breathes In forty-five degrees The time has come to say fair's fair To pay the rent, to pay our share The time has come, a fact's a fact It belongs to them, let's give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning? How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning? The time has come to say fair's fair To pay the rent now, to pay our share The time has come, a fact's a fact It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
3.
They couldn't understand why the drover cried As they buried the drover's boy The Drover had always seemed so hard, to the men in his employ A bolting horse, the stirrup lost And the drover's boy was dead The shovelled dirt, a mumbled word And it's back to the road ahead; And forget about the drover's boy; Forget about the drover's boy And they couldn't understand why the drover cut The lock of the dead boy's hair And put it in the band of his battered old hat As they watched him standing there And he told them to take the cattle on I'll sit with the boy a while A silent thought, a pipe to smoke And it's ride another mile And forget about the drover's boy Forget about the drover's boy And they couldn't make out why the drover and the boy Always camped so far away For the tall white man and the slim black boy Never had much to say And the boy would be gone at the break of dawn Tail the horses, carry on While the drover roused the sleeping men Daylight – hit the road again And follow the drover's boy, and follow the drover's boy In the Camooweal Pub they talked about The death of the drover's boy They drank their rum with the stranger who'd come From the Kimberley run, Fitzroy And he told of the massacre in the west Barest details – guess the rest Shoot the bucks, grab a gin Cut her hair, break her in And call her a boy – the drover's boy And call her a boy – the drover's boy So when they build that stockman's hall of fame And they talk about the droving game Remember the girl who was bedmate and guide Rode with the drover side by side Watched the bullocks, flayed the hide Faithful wife but never bride Bred his sons for the cattle run But don't weep for the drover's boy Don't mourn for the drover's boy But don't forget the drover's boy
4.
I'll be sleeping under stars tonight Not sure exactly where I'll be Maybe underneath the pale moonlight Or maybe underneath that tree Black smoke Writing in the sky tonight Everything will be alright If you let go Humans All gathered in the place tonight Everything will be alright If you let go Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh I'll be sleeping under stars tonight Not sure exactly where I'll be Maybe underneath the pale moonlight Or maybe underneath that tree Black smoke Writing in the sky tonight Everything will be alright If you let go Humans All gathered in the place tonight Everything will be alright If you let go Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh Black smoke Writing in the sky tonight Everything will be alright If you let go Humans All gathered in the place tonight Everything will be alright If you let go Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
5.
walking through the woods i saw a sign nailed to a tree i knew the sign was meant for girls like me who couldn’t read a man with a girl by the throat a bottle of dettol a bottle of rum and a painting of smoke coming off of a settler’s roof it looked just like a house i knew walking down the street i saw a sign nailed to a tree i knew the sign was made for girls like me who couldn’t read the rain came down i shut my eyes i opened them again i tried real hard to make some sense of what the pictures meant a man hanging down from a tree a man that look something like me a bottle of dettol a bottle of pills and a painting of smoke coming out of a house on fire it looked just like my neighbors house C is for civilized now we will make you and B is for baptism now we will name you and P its for petticoat pretty and fitting now here is the paper that said you were willing old prescriptions left in bottles you don’t give that to a child human chains that stretch for miles you don’t give that to a child time is up suck it up buttercup walking to the bar i saw a sign nailed to a tree i knew the sign was meant for girls like me who couldn’t read i tried my best to understand but still i feel i’ve failed i even tried to cut myself i even did my nails a woman tied up in the back of a truck a man in a uniform a man with his pants down and a man with a gun a bottle of dettol and painting of smoke coming off of the tasman strait it looked just the maps from school D is for devil and also for daughter and T is for truth and S is for slaughter and R is for Rapist and F is for Father its time for the test here’s your pencil and paper and B is for Brother who hid in the bedroom and F is for friend who stood by and did nothing and Q is for quarrelsome crass little girl and E’s for the end of the W world old prescriptions left in bottles you don’t give that to a child human chains that stretch for miles you don’t give that to a child time is up suck it up buttercup walking through the woods i saw a sign nailed to a tree i saw the picture of the girl i knew the girl was me i’m sorry that you had to waste your paint on everyone i’m sorry that i’m still alive i’m sorry i’m so dumb A is for i’m then i saw the sign catch on fire the tree catch on fire the woods catch on fire the world catch on fire and then i saw my mother walking out of the embers she said no more trees means no more hangings no more words and no more learning no more fighting no more fire go to sleep now mama’s tired no more trees and no more hangings no more words and no more learning no more fighting no more fire go to sleep now mama’s tired go to sleep now mama’s tired go to sleep now mama’s tired
6.
There's a road train going nowhere Roads are cut, lines are down We'll be staying at the Roma bar Till that monsoon passes on The backbone of this country's broken The land is cracked and the land is sore Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips We cursed and stumbled across that shore What for? I hear much support for the monarchy I hear the Union Jack's to remain I see Namatjira in custody I see Truganini's in chains And the world won't stand still Blue collar work it don't get you nowhere You just go round and round in debt Somebody's got you on that treadmill, mate And I hope you're not beaten yet I hear much support for the monarchy I hear the Union Jack's to remain I see Namatjira in custody I see Truganini's in chains I hear much support for the monarchy I see the Union Jack in flames, let it burn I see Namatjira with dignity I see Truganini's in chains And the world won't stand still And the world won't stand still Chains... And the world won't stand still And the world won't stand still
7.
Out here nothin' changes Not in a hurry anyway You can feel the endlessness With the comin' of the light o' day You're talkin' 'bout a chosen place You wanna sell it in a marketplace Well Well just a minute now You're standin' on solid rock Standin' on sacred ground Livin' on borrowed time And the winds of change Are blowin' down the line Right down the line Well round about the dawn of time The Dreaming all began A crowd of people came Well they were lookin' for their promised land We're runnin' from the heart of darkness Searchin' for the heart of light It was their paradise Well they were standin' on solid rock Standin' on sacred ground Livin' on borrowed time And the winds of change Were blowin' cold that night Well they were standin' on the shore one day Saw the white sails in the sun Wasn't long before they felt the sting White man, white law, white gun Don't tell me that it's justified Cause somewhere someone lied Yeah, well someone lied Someone lied Genocide Well someone lied oh And now you're standin' on solid rock Standin' on sacred ground Livin' on borrowed time And the winds of change Are blowin' down the line Solid rock Standin' on sacred ground Livin' on borrowed time And the winds of change Are blowin' down the line Solid rock Standin' on sacred ground Livin' on borrowed time And the winds of change Are blowin' down the line No, oh! Oh no!
8.
Noisy Miners Bully the suburbs Out beyond the haze Seaside holiday houses Lay quiet as a grave Tombs of dreams past Wealth gone to waste The Australian dream is fading Stolen anyway I’m never gonna lose my head To a setting sun I’m never gonna dream of things That just can’t be done Pavement’s too hot to walk on barefoot So you hop and skip Prawns in wheelie bins marinate A cocktail of stink Bat swaying on The power line Wings open in surrender This is how you die I’m never gonna lose my head To a setting sun I’m never gonna dream of things That just can’t be done I’m never gonna say, never gonna do, never gonna be Anything more than what’s expected of me

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released February 21, 2020

AMANDA PALMER & FRIENDS present:
FORTY-FIVE DEGREES: A BUSHFIRE CHARITY FLASH RECORD

this whole album was made possible with support from 15,000 patrons funding me at patreon.com/amandapalmer. i would not have had the ability to do this without them.

all profits from this album go to Firesticks Alliance; an Indigenous led network re-invigorating and teaching cultural land burning and management.

featuring BRIAN VIGLIONE of THE DRESDEN DOLLS on drums
and JHEREK BISCHOFF on bass & guitar 

covering:

"MY FAVORITE THINGS (BUSHFIRE EDITION)" 
originally by RODGERS & HAMMERSTEIN II

additional lyrics written by amanda palmer
amanda palmer - piano & vocals 


"BEDS ARE BURNING (with MISSY HIGGINS)" 
originally by MIDNIGHT OIL

missy higgins - vocals
amanda palmer - piano, vocals & autoharp
brian viglione - drums
jherek bischoff - electric bass & guitar


"THE DROVER’S BOY" 
originally by TED EGAN

amanda palmer - piano, vocals & drums


"BLACK SMOKE (with CLARE BOWDITCH)" 

originally by EMILY WURRAMARA
clare bowditch - vocals
amanda palmer - piano & vocals 
jherek bischoff - upright bass


"SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP" - a new song by amanda, for launceston
amanda palmer - piano & vocals


"TRUGANINI (with MONTAIGNE)"
originally by MIDNIGHT OIL

montaigne - vocals
amanda palmer - piano & vocals
brian viglione - drums
jherek bischoff - electric & upright bass 


"SOLID ROCK (with FRED LEONE)"
originally by GOANNA

fred leone - didjeridoo
amanda palmer - piano & vocals
brian viglione - drums
jherek bischoff - upright bass


"REGIONAL ECHO"
originally by JEN CLOHER

amanda palmer - piano & vocals 
brian vilglione - drums & tambourine
jherek bischoff - electric bass & guitar 


artwork by sarah beetson

album layout designed by andrew nelson at down in the valley, kingston, NY

engineered, co-produced and mixed by anna laverty at sing sing studios in melbourne, australia
assisted by gabby crump and james taplin

drums engineered by jaron luksa at the rattle room in burbank, CA
assisted by rylan sunseri, nathaniel sellin, and kahari mays

bass and guitar engineered by jherek bischoff at sweethaven in los angeles, CA

mastered by ross cockle at sing sing studios

xanthea o’connor - guest A&R/advisor/co-producer/lizard

thanks for the autoharp loan, mic hubbard

special thanks to all the patrons who suggested songs for this collection, kaj and judy at sing sing, jordan verzar, michael mccomiskey, hayley rosenblum, neil gaiman, nick, braxton and allison at fame house, emily and amy at death proof PR, brian ritchie and mona foma, bek berger, cooking vinyl australia, the orchard and bandcamp. 

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