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CREEKS AND RIVERS LOOK LIKE VEINS CRACKS IN THE PLAINS FROM WAY UP HIGH CLOUDS DRIFT WITHOUT A SOUND CAST THEIR SHADOWS ON THE GROUND, WISPS OF WHITE THE ROAD’S A BROKEN STRING, HIGHWAY BLACK RIBBON ROLLING, ROLLING, ROLLING AND ROLLING, ROLLING ON FEATHERS GLISTEN IN THE SUN OF A LONE BLACK SWAN THAT GLIDES ALONG THE SHALLOWS PAST THE LILLIES AND THE REEDS, BLUEBELLS AND WEEDS TOWARDS THE WILLOW SHE’S SEARCHING FOR HER KIN, SENDING RIPPLES AND RINGS RISING, RISING, RISING AND FALLING THE SPARROWS IN THE CITY SQUARE SKIP AWAY FROM YOUR ONCOMING SHADOW THEY’VE FORGOTTEN YOUR STRIDE STILL I GUESS IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU SAW THEM NOW YOU’RE TOSSING THEM CRUSTS AND CRUMBS STANDING IN THE MORNING SUN, THEY GATHER BY YOUR SHOES ONE BY ONE, ONE BY ONE, ONE BY ONE THE CLAMOUR OF THE CITY STREETS SEEMS TO LIFT THE PACE OF THOSE OUT WALKING SUITS GO RUSHING BY, BUILDINGS TOUCH THE SKY STILL NO-ONE’S TALKING WE RACE ALONG THE AVENUE IT’S SO COLD YOUR LIPS TURN BLUE THEN THE SHOW STARTS FALLING, ONE BY ONE, ONE BY ONE, ONE BY ONE RISING, RISING, RISING AND FALLING ONE BY ONE, ONE BY ONE, ONE BY ONE
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IT’S A SHAME MITCHAM STATION WASN’T NAMED AFTER ROBERT IF ONLY THEY COULD CHANGE ONE LITTLE VOWEL IT’S WHO I THINK OF WHEN THE TRAIN STOPS OUT THIS WAY THERE’S NOTHING TOO HOLLYWOOD OUT HERE ANY WAY WHAT USED TO BE ROSE GARDENS, PERFUMES AND POTIONS AND ORANGE GROVES NOW THERE’S TALL GREY WALLS, SECURITY LIGHTS COMMUTER COMMUTE AND FIGHT THE FIGHT FRIENDS ARE SHOOTIN’ THE BREEZE AND SCROLLING THEIR PHONES AND DREAMING THEIR DREAMS THERE’S TAGS ON THE FENCES BY A VACANT PARK JACARANDAS LINE THE STREET BY THE OLD MILK BAR IF ONLY THEY COULD CHANGE ONE LITTLE VOWEL LADIES WITH BOUFFANTS AND BEEHIVES IN FLORAL DRESSES OR PLEATED SKIRTS WORN IN THE DAY SOME MIGHT’VE DREAMT ABOUT HIM ALONG THE WAY TO THEIR OFFICE JOBS ROMANTIC NOTIONS, CONSEQUENCES, THE AFTERMATH WILLA HARPER, NACY BOWDEN, MAX CADY WOULD’VE HAD A LAUGH THERE’S SOME UNSAVOURY CHARACTERS OUT HERE ON THIS LINE MISCHIEF, FISTFIGHTS AND PETTY CRIME IF ONLY THEY COULD CHANGE ONE LITTLE VOWEL THERE’S A YOUNG GIRL LEANING UP AGAINST A MAN HE’S GOT A TATTOO DOWN HIS ARM THEY’RE TALKING WHO OWES WHO, FOR WHAT AND FOR WHEN AND LOST FRIENDS INSIDE THEY’RE PLANNING ON THAT BIG MOVE REAL SOON, FAR AWAY FROM THE LINE NO MORE HOPELESS EXCUSES, NO MORE FOOLISH MISTAKES, NO MORE LIEING AND CRYING NOW SHE’S SMILING AT THE RING ON HER FINGER, GAZING UP INTO HIS EYES HE’S PROMISING TO LASSO THE MOON, AS SHE HOLDS HIM TIGHT WELL THAT SMILE IT COULD CRUSH OR SAVE YOU OR KEEP YOUR HOPES ALIVE A POCKETFUL OF DREAMS IT’S GONNA HAPPEN THIS TIME A POCKETFUL OF DREAMS, NO MORE LIEING AND CRYING IF ONLY THEY COULD CHANGE ONE LITTLE VOWEL IT’S WHO I THINK OF WHEN THE TRAIN STOPS OUT THIS WAY THERE’S NOTHING TOO HOLLYWOOD OUT HERE ANY WAY IT’S A SHAME MITCHAM STATION WASN’T NAMED AFTER ROBERT
3.
THE HEAT SHAKES THE AIR AS IT RISES FROM THE GROUND THE SHADOWS FROM THE TREES SHIFT WITH THE BREEZE WITHOUT A SOUND BUGS AND THE BEES, FLOWERS AND THE TREES CLOSE AROUND YOU AS THE HEAT SHAKES THE AIR AGAPANTHUS, DANDELIONS REACH OUT TOWARDS THE SUN THE WILLOW WEEPS ALONG THE CREEK SENSING THAT THE SPELL HAS JUST BEGUN DRAGONFLIES AND BIRDS OF PREY AWAKEN TO A BRAND NEW DAY AS THE HEAT SHAKES THE AIR GRASS SEEDS CLING ONTO YOUR CLOTHES THEY’RE HANGING OFF THEM WEARY BONES IT’S 29 THERE IN THE SHADE, WELCOME TO A SUMMER’S DAY CICADAS DRONE THEIR LONESOME SONG THAT FOLLOWS YOU UNTIL YOU’RE HOME AS THE HEAT SHAKES THE AIR THUNDER’S CRACKING OVERHEAD AFFIRMATION OF A CHANGE THE MERCURY DROPS AND THE SEASONS CLASH AGAIN CLOUDS WRAP THEMSELVES AROUND THE SUN RELIEF FOR EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AS THE HEAT SHAKES THE AIR NOW THE RAIN HAS VOWED TO KISS THE GROUND FOR ALL GOD’S CREATURES
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Chasing Van 08:49
TWO GREEN-EYED GIRLS SO FOOLISH, FOOLISH AND FAIR THEY CHANGED THEIR NAMES AND THEY CHANGED THEIR HAIR THERE’S NO CHANCE IN THE WORLD THAT ANYONE COULD RECOGNISE US HERE COATS GLEANING LIKE TWO BOWER BIRDS, LOCKS LIKE A COCKATOO BLUFFING YOUR WAY IN, RISKING YOUR SKIN BRAVE AND STUPID, ANXIOUS, SANGUINE EAST, WEST, NORTH AND SOUTH, IRON, BRICK AND STEEL NO RED SPORTS CAR, NO MADAME GEORGE NO T.B. SHEETS, NO SPANISH ROSE, NOT A SPANISH ROSE CHASING VAN HALFWAY DOWN THE ROAD, BEYOND THE FALLS AND SHANKHILL THE MOUNTAIN DEW, THE WOLF AND THE WHISTLE THE DUKE OF YORK, THE OWL AND THE THISTLE OUR LADY OF GRACES DANGLING ON A CHAIN LITTLE GOLDEN NOOSE, TELLIN’ ALL YOUR FAITH THE MEDAL MIRACULOUS, THE MEDAL MIRACULOUS MIRACULOUS, TELLIN’ ALL YOUR FAITH SWEET ANNIE AND BELLA, GIRLS YOU BETTER FILL YOUR LUNGS WITH THE COLD NIGHT AIR, BETTER SCOOT OFF QUICK LICKETY SPLIT, LICKETY SPLIT, LICKETY SPLIT, BETTER SCOOT OFF QUICK CHASING VAN WELL YOU’VE NEVER SEEN TWO GIRLS RUN SO FAST IN THEIR COATS AND THEIR BOOTS AND THEIR SKINNERS THEY’RE TEARING THROUGH THE AIR, FLYING OVER THE RUBBLE AND THE DEBRIS THEY’RE RACING FOR THE PEACELINE NOW THE SOLDIER BOYS ARE CHEERING THEM ON, THEY’RE STANDING OUT IN THE MIZZLY RAIN THEY’RE RACING FOR THE PEACELINE NO-ONE WANTS TO SEE NO BLOODY POOL, NO-ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE THE FEAR AND THE FAITH AND THE FIGHT WELL IT DOES THE STRANGEST AND CRUELEST THINGS TO YOU TWO GIRLS THEY’RE EMPTYING THEIR STOMACHS IN THE STREETS SPLATTERING WARM GUINNESS AT THEIR FEET LEGS SO WOODEN AND SO NUMB, HEAD JUST LIKE LIKE A STONE, NOW THEY’RE STUMBLING AND WEAVING ALONG THE STREETS TRYING TO FIND A SAFE WAY HOME WELL WHO SAVED YOU GIRLS TONIGHT? WHO WAS IT THAT SAVED YOU GIRLS TONIGHT? WAS IT AN APPARITION? WAS IT THE APPARITION? CHASING VAN SOMETHING LIKE THAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT SWEET ANNIE AND BELLA CHASING VAN SOMETHING LIKE THAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT HERE COMES THE NIGHT WHEN THE HEALING HAS BEGUN I WANT TO COMFORT YOU CHASING VAN
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Number 44 05:10
I WORE NUMBER 44 TO HONOUR HIS NAME I WORE NUMBER 44 TO MARK THE YEARS HE’D BEEN WITH US WELL HE TAUGHT ME TO KICK, TO HANDBALL AND MARK HE SHOWED ME THE GAME TAUGHT ME TO TACKLE FAIR AND HARD I‘D POLISH MY BOOTS TILL I COULD SEE MY OWN FACE BLACK AS THE FEATHER OF A SWAN EAGER TO RUN OUT THAT RACE I WAS FIERCE AND DETERMINED I WAS WIN AT ALL COSTS I WAS HARD AND I WAS BRUTAL, WIN, DRAW OR LOSS I WORE NUMBER 44 TO HONOUR HIS NAME I WORE NUMBER 44 TO MARK THE YEARS HE’D BEEN WITH US ADRENALINE COURSING ALL DOWN MY VEINS HOOPS OVER STRIPES AND THE BOYS THEY CHRISTENED ME AGAIN ROLL OFF YOUR TONGUE AUSTRALIAN VERNACULAR A NAME DISAPPROVED OFF BY MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER I WORE NUMBER 44 TO HONOUR HIS NAME I WORE NUMBER 44 TO MARK THE YEARS HE’D BEEN WITH US BEFORE FRED I COULDN’T EVEN CATCH A COLD MY SPORTING PROWESS WELL IT WAS DISMAL AT BEST HE TOOK ME UNDER HIS WING AND HE TAUGHT ME THE GAME WE’D TALK TACTICS ON THE TRAIN ON THE WAY HOME EACH SATURDAY COACHES MOVES, PLAYERS WHO’D IMPROVED OR WHO NEED TO WE WERE EXPERTS IN HINDSIGHT, TWO EXPERTS IN HINDSIGHT TRUE EXPERTS IN HINDSIGHT NOW I’M RUNNING OFF A HALF-BACK FLANK BREAKING THROUGH THE LINES SAILING OVER FIELDS OF GREEN, BREAKING THROUGH THE LINES RUNNING OFF A HALF-BACK FLANK BREAKING THROUGH THE LINES NO FEAR OR PAIN, NO FEAR NO FEAR OF PAIN, NO FEAR
6.
HE FOUND HER AT THE TAB IN PASCOE VALE PLACING BETS ON A COLD, GRIM AFTERNOON ROYAL RANDWICK, MOONEY VALLEY AND EAGLE FARM WINS AND PLACES, EACH WAY BETS, THE SAME OLD TUNE THE NIGHT BEGINS THE STARS ALIGN THEIR WORLDS COLLIDE BOTH GAZING AT THE SCREEN ACROSS THE ROOM ALSO RANS, SQUANDERED CASH, THEY CATCH A TRAM CLUTCHING TICKETS BY A BRUISED AND BATTERED MOON HOW COULD THEY KNOW THEY WOULD MEET? HE SANG VERDI TO HER LATE THAT NIGHT AND SPOKE OF DREAMS BY CANDLELIGHT HE’D PAWNED HIS FATHER’S VIOLIN WHEN HE LEFT HIS WORLD HE LOST HIS KIN TO SAIL UNTO THIS DISTANT LAND IT’S BIG BLUE SKIES, THE SUN AND SAND HE LEFT BEHIND THE WORLD HE KNEW IT’S ANCIENT STREETS, THE SEA SO BLUE FIRST HE LOST HIS JOB, THEN HE LOST HIS FRIENDS THEN HE LOST HIMSELF TO WINE AND GIN DREAMS FADE AWAY AND HOPE RUNS DRY UNTIL TODAY, UNTIL TONIGHT HOW COULD THEY KNOW THAT THEY WOULD MEET? NOW THEY’RE LIVING BACK IN HIS HOMETOWN OF VIESTE ON THE COAST OF THE ADRIATIC SEA AND ALL IT TOOK WAS THAT LAST RACE A MOMENT IN A TIME AND PLACE HER OPEN HEART AND BRAVE BIG DREAMS NO LAKE OF TEARS, NO MISERY A CHANCE ENCOUNTER, A CONVERSATION EQUINE DREAMING, THIS ABERRATION LONGING FOR THEIR HORSE TO WIN YEARNING FOR THE RACE TO END HOW COULD THEY KNOW THAT THEY WOULD MEET?
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I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE DOWN AT THE STATION OR HANGING WITH YOUR FRIENDS IN THE MALL LAYING ‘NEATH THE SHADE OF THOSE TALL WILTING TREES BUT I CAN’T FIND A TRACE, NO NOTHING AT ALL SO I RODE MY BIKE OUT BY THE RIVER WAITED FOR YOU UNDER THE BRIDGE SAW MY SISTER’S FRIENDS ON THE ROPE SWING I COULDN’T STAND THE HEAT SO I DIVED RIGHT ON IN I LISTENED TO YOU BREATH AND MOVE WHEN YOU STAYED IN MY SISTER’S ROOM HOPING THAT YOU’D STAY ALL EVENING THEN I HEARD YOU GET DRESSED GIVE HER A GOODBYE KISS I COULDN’T UNDERSTAND SO I LOST MYSELF OUT IN THE MEADOW WANDERED WITH MY SHADOW AND THOUGHTS THEN I SAW YOU SKIMMING STONES WITH YOUR NEW LOVE AH THOSE STONES THEY SANK LIKE MY HEART NOW SUMMER’S STRETCHING DEEP INTO APRIL THIS SENSE OF LOSS WELL IT’S LINGERING ON I TRIED TO HIDE THE TRUTH FROM MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS I PINED FOR YOU THAT WHOLE SUMMER LONG
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NEVER THOUGHT I’D STAY IN NEW DELHI I HAD AN INKLING AND AN ITCH NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE A CAB DRIVER, DRIVING THROUGH THESE BRISBANE STREETS SIX DAYS A WEEK I PREPARE MEALS IN THE EVENINGS JUST TO MAKE ENDS MEET BUTTER CHICKEN AND ROGAN JOSH SOME PREFER THE SWEET, I PREFER THE HEAT DOCTOR’S SAID I’D NEVER WALK AGAIN FRACTURED VERTEBRAE, BROKE MY BACK SLID OFF A BRIDGE, DOWN AN EMBANKMENT ON MY MOTORBIKE WELL THEY FOUND ME THERE BY THE RIVER’S EDGE STILL BREATHING NO MORPHINE, NO CODEINE, NO ALCOHOL, NO MEAT NO MORPHINE, NO JUNKFOOD, NO ALCOHOL, NO MEAT I SEND MONEY BACK ONCE A WEEK TO MY PARENTS AND FAMILY IT’S MY DUTY AS THEIR SON THEY DON’T HAVE MUCH BUT THEY’RE HAPPY I DO WHAT I DO WHAT I CAN DO MY DOCTORATE WASN’T RECOGNISED HERE BY THE FEW I KNEW SO I DO, WHAT I KNOW I CAN DO I’M SO GRATEFUL JUST TO BE HERE STILL BREATHING FRANGIPANI, JACARANDA, SPRING HILL, FLAME TREE, ZILLMERE, ASHGROVE, NEW FARM, FIG TREE POCKET, PONCIANA, WOOLLOONGABBA, TENNYSON, NEBO MOUNTAIN, BRACKEN RIDGE, SUNNYBANK, TARRAGINDI, FORTITUDE VALLEY, EIGHT MILE PLAINS, BRISBANE AIRPORT I’M STILL BREATHING
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THE NIGHT FALLS ON HELSINKI THE WORLD HAS FROZEN OVER THE ICE IS OLD, FRESH SNOW FALLS FROM WAY UP HIGH THE LIGHT GLOW FROM THE STREET LIGHTS THROW COLOUR INTO SPACE THE AIR BITES AT YOUR FINGER TIPS AND NUMBS YOUR FACE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HELSINKI WHEN IT SNOWS? I’M SAILING FROM ST. PETERSBURG I’M WISHING ON A STAR THE SEA LOOKS LIKE A BLANKET THAT’S MADE OF GLASS THE CITY LIES BEFORE ME IT’S COLOUR AND IT’S GRACE I’VE WAITED FOR A LIFETIME FOR OUR EMBRACE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HELSINKI WHEN IT SNOWS? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HELSINKI WHEN IT SNOWS? NOR HAVE I

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Rob's second solo album, sees a gravitational pull towards the narrative, a change in direction and the song writing process. Conversation turns into song, late night tales become tunes ~ there are stories here from Brisbane cab drivers, girls from Belfast ‘74 in search of Van Morrison, football players and their protégés, relationships sparked in TABs, sightings of Robert Mitchum at Mitcham Station, a sailor in search of Helsinki ...and the weather ~ there’s always the weather, the extremities ~ the sun burning a hole in the sky or snow falling upon ancient ice ...and birds, what’s with the birds?

The album was recorded over spring and summer at Yikesville Studios in Yarraville with maestro guitarist Shane O’Mara at the helm along with Snarski whispering instructions.

A delightful cast of musicians contributed to the recording including the vocal talents of Rebecca Barnard, acclaimed gal duo Broads, the wandering hands of Kiernan Box on piano, both Ben Franz and Rosie Westbrook on double bass and Ben Wiesner on drums and percussion.

The musical palette lies somewhere between Havana and Helsinki ~ think a Cuban cigar with a licorice ice cream.

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released March 15, 2019

Recorded & Mixed at Yikesville Studios in Yarraville, Victoria

Produced by Shane O’Mara with Rob Snarski
Mastered by Mikey Young

The musicians ~
Shane O’Mara : guitars, loops, intricate and peripheral sounds
Ben Wiesner : drums and percussion
Ben Franz : double bass
Rosie Westbrook : double bass on Conversation with a Brisbane Cab Driver
Kiernan Box : piano and organ
Rebecca Barnard : backing vocals on Number 44, Chasing Van and That Whole Summer Long
Kelly Day and Jane Hendry : backing vocals on All God’s Creatures, Equine Dreaming, Conversation with a Brisbane Cab Driver and Have You Ever Been To Helsinki?
Jane Hendry : violin
Kelly Day : backing vocals on Robert Mitchum at Mitcham Station
Rob Snarski : vocals and rudimentary guitar

Photos : Brandon Jarrett
Painting : Madeleine Stamer
Layout and design : Jamie Coghill
All songs written by Rob Snarski (Mushroom Publishing) except ~ That Whole Summer Long
(Rob Snarski / Evil Graham Lee | Mushroom Publishing / Domino Publishing)

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Rob Snarski | SnarskiCircusLindyBand Melbourne, Australia

Rob Snarski is a singer, a velvet-voiced troubadour.

Rob has toured the globe with The Blackeyed Susans and as a guest vocalist with The Triffids and has graced the same stage as Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen and Nico amongst others not quite as popular.

Currently working with Lindy Morrison [Go-Betweens] ‘Evil’ Graham Lee [Triffids] Shane O’Mara and Dan Kelly in SnarskiCircusLindyBand
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