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Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under

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released January 21, 2011

1. “Makin' Whoopee” written by Walter Donaldson & Gus Kahn. Published by Donaldson Publishing Co. Recorded live by Tony David Cray, Sydney Opera House Recording Studios.

2. “Australia” written by Amanda Palmer. Recorded live by Tony David Cray, Sydney Opera House Recording Studios.

3. “Vegemite (the black death)” written by Amanda Palmer. Recorded live at the Sydney Opera House by Tony David Cray.

4. “Map of Tasmania” written by Amanda Palmer Featuring The Young Punx. Written By Hal Ritson, Amanda Palmer and Michele Balduzzi
Published by Henry Ritson - administered by Kobalt Music Group, Michele Balduzzi – administered by Kobalt Music Group. Produced by Amanda Palmer, Hal Ritson and Michele Balduzzi. Vocals by Amanda Palmer, Ukulele by Guthrie Govan, Keyboards and programming by Hal Ritson and Michele Balduzzi Recorded at Mixmasters in Adelaide with Mick Wordley with additional recording at Chez Young Punx.

5. “In My Mind” written by Amanda Palmer. Featuring Brian Viglione on Percussion. Recorded at Mixmasters in Adelaide with Mick Wordley. Additional Recording by Martin Bisi in Brooklyn, NY.

6. “Bad Wine and Lemon Cake” performed by Amanda Palmer and The Jane Austen Argument Written by: Tom Dickins. Arranged by: Jennifer Kingwell. Published by Apra. Recorded Live at the Adelaide Fringe Festival in a tent in a garden.

7. “New Zealand” written by Amanda Palmer. Recorded live in Wellington at Bar Bodega by Madmat.

8. “On an Unknown Beach” written by Jefferies Peter Bryce. Published by Apra. Recorded at Mixmasters in Adelaide with Mick Wordley

9. “We’re Happy Little Vegemites” written by J. Walter Thompson. Recorded live by Tony David Cray, Sydney Opera House Recording Studios.

10. “Doctor Oz” written by Amanda Palmer. Recorded live by Tony David Cray, Sydney Opera House Recording Studios.

11. “A Formidable Marinade” written by Mikelangelo. Published by Apra. Performed by Mikelangelo with Amanda Palmer on Piano. Recorded live by Tony David Cray, Sydney Opera House Recording Studios.

12. “The Ship Song” written by Nicholas Edward Cave. Published by Embassy Music Corp OBO Mute Song. Recorded live at the Sydney Opera House by Tony David Cray.

*Amanda Palmer plays Piano & Ukulele (except on "Bad Wine and Lemon Cake," with Piano played by Jennifer Kingwell and “Map of Tasmania” with Ukulele played by Guthrie Govan.)
*Lance Horne plays five instruments on "Formidable Marinade.”

All mixed by Mick Wordley at Mixmasters in Adelaide, Australia except "Map of Tasmania," mixed by Hal Ritson.

Mastered by Mick Wordley too. He does it all.

Amanda Palmer appears courtesy of Her Fucking Self.


Special Thanks
i would love to thank my australian posse: mick & his family; tom, jen, robyn, mikelangelo, lance & meow meow (WHAT. IS. HIGH?); peter & claire, my adopted melbourne family, and steven mitchell wright & all the members of the danger ensemble for making art with me. thanks to everyone who's put me up, fed me, loaned me pianos and ukuleles and shit and generally helped me circle the dream.
sincerest gratitude to kyle cassidy, marianne wilson, milton wordley, elissa maloney, azaria, rachael pyper and hazel dooney for contributing gorgeous art for this album.
giant thanks to virginia & the folks at the sydney opera house.
huge fucking love to my team chaos: beth, sean, arielle, superkate, hayley & eric, along with honorary chaos-teamers kayla & john and chaos-interns rachel, ashleigh, lauren & autumn. giant thanks and love to ron nordin for ongoing generous support, and love to my moxy neilhimself, anth, laura, my family and all the other folks who make amanda fucking palmer possible.

this album is dedicated to
THE PEOPLE OF NEW ZEALAND
AND THE PEOPLE OF AUSTRALIA.
you are all awesome.

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Track Name: Map of Tasmania (feat. The Young Punx)
They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the tits on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
Your Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your ass is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania

Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old

I say grow that shit like a jungle
Give 'em something strong to hold onto
Let it fly in the open wind
If it get too bushy, you can trim

They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the tits on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
You Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your ass is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania
Track Name: In My Mind (feat. Brian Viglione)
In my mind
In a future five years from now
I'm 120 pounds
And I never get hungover
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I'm in
And I will be someone I admire
And it's funny how I imagined that I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I've just forgotten how to see
That I'm not exactly the person that I thought I'd be

And in my mind
In the faraway here and now
I've become in control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never fucking up anything
And I'll be a good defensive driver
And it's funny how I imagined that I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I've just forgotten how to see
That I'll never be the person that I thought I'd be

And in my mind
When I'm old, I am beautiful
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me, now
I'm so busy with everything
That I don't look at anything
But I'm sure I'll look when I am older
And it's funny how I imagine that I could be that person now
But that's not what I want, if that's what I wanted then I'd be giving up somehow
How strange to see that I don't want to be the person that I want to be

And in my mind
I imagine so many things
Things that aren't really happening
And when they put me in the ground, I'll start pounding the lid
Saying "I haven't finished yet –
I still have a tattoo to get
That says 'I'm living in the moment'."
And it's funny how I imagined that I could win this winless fight
But maybe it isn't all that funny that I've been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it's funny if I wanna live before I die
And maybe it's funniest of all to think I'll die before I actually see
That I am exactly the person that I want to be

Fuck yes
I am exactly the person that I want to be
Track Name: Bad Wine and Lemon Cake (feat. The Jane Austen Argument)
I have a little house
Close to town, but not to the city
Far from home, but near my family
No water views, but so close to the sea
I see
This is how my little life could be...

And I'm filling it with things
Like furniture I find on the street
And all the special things I'd like to eat
Pictures of people that I'd like to meet
I'll meet them when I'm orbiting the world...

...And it's so pretty...
...And so lonely...

My lovely love affairs
Are all scheduled ‘round the TV guide
And my sex life has all been plagiarised
In an attempt to meet a harsh deadline...

I'd like to rent-a-wife
Then rent a husband to keep her for life
The three of us, we could be so happy
(Them with each other, me with company)
I'll see them off on a flight around the world...

...And it's so pretty...
...And so lonely...

...And at my funeral
they will say "Tom, he was such a nice guy,
He went too early, but he went in style."
They'll play my music and then they will cry

They'll have a little wake
They'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon cake
And my mother's little heart will break
And she'll say:
"Wait! There must be some mistake
- he can't be dead
Take me instead!!!"

Oh, but I'm not dead
They tell me I'm not dead
They say that I'm not dead
And I won't die for some time...

I'm in my little house
Just writing little songs to pass the time
Which (incidentally) is precisely nine
So don't you worry, I'm completely fine
I'm fine
I am just so fucking fine
Track Name: On An Unknown Beach
I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water
My feet in the sand
Finding no recognition as each sign of life
Invades the precision of this ageing land
An abandoned flipper in a world of stone
There's a man on the shoreline with a white parakeet
Trying to make his bird go home
With increasing continuity, endless space
Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
Wearing its most inexpressible face

My instinct is double as the waves roll by
But my vision is halved
In the foam in the green as
The insects talk to the blazing sky

Wax in the ear
Stitch in the side
Wolves are feast for the blind
Under and over
The why and the wherefore
Easy to sit back with time
Driving discussions like cranes through the car park
Setting them all in a line
All interceding
Not yet receding
Misleading doubts
In the mind

I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water
My feet in the sand
Needing no recognition as each sign of life
Invades the precision of this ageing land
Track Name: The Ship Song
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around

Your face looks sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around