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

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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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Track Name: My Favorite Things (BUSHFIRE EDITION)
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.
Track Name: Beds Are Burning (with MISSY HIGGINS)
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?
Track Name: The Drover's Boy
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
Track Name: Black Smoke (with CLARE BOWDITCH)
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
Track Name: Suck It Up, Buttercup
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
Track Name: Truganini (with MONTAIGNE)
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
Track Name: Solid Rock (with FRED LEONE)
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!
Track Name: Regional Echo
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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