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Niscitam

by Blake Scott

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1.
Bone Heavy 04:27
Where have I crashed? Some strange land without language My bones heavy, the sun savage on my skin Waist deep, where Bass Strait fills the Powlett The thought of you, my son combing me back to the shore I’ll bring you here to see the Plovers tumble Fish for brim, indulge your whim and careless stumble We’ll follow the bush tracks out behind the old shacks A strange new explorer, shuffling in the sand... I am on the edge and peering over at you Rollin’ free on a long slow avalanche My bones heavy, my heart stone heavy Careful as I lumber as not to crack the earth ‘neath your feet... I see the years rolling home to us Carving a brail in the salt cut stone for us Carry me free Come now, carry me free Back in from the cold Bring me back in from the sea, my son I am on the edge and peering over at you Rollin’ free on a long slow avalanche My bones heavy, my heart stone heavy Careful as I lumber as not to crack the earth ‘neath your feet... An impending comet I’m terrified of you Outlandish giant Trojan horse Warrior Carry me free, come now, carry me free Back in from the cold Back in from the sea Crashed down in some strange land Body still, in the warmth of the sand Sun savage upon my skin My chest pulled tight as you comb me in to the shore Living picture Paranoid beach, Bass Strait... apathy The sun, done I bristle as the Antarctic whistles in The circus Below the vulture Fins, they circle us, they circle us How will I teach you that it matters? When it never really mattered to me
2.
Fever 02:51
Plough the fallow Pour the colour from my eyes Chum the bowls in this bitch’s kennel Where we poisoned dogs lie I’m holding hard on a hand grenade As the rat king coughs his serenade Got to keep it... stum Fever Base rate goods at a top end spend Fever I won’t slow up til’ I reach the end Fever I’m cookin’ real hard on the things I’ve done Fever It’s gettin’ real fucking prickly in here... Stone cold killer Crack the whip With a heavy hand, c’mon Crack the whip Body bucks for a filling Fever sings as I wake the sun It burns well this oleander I let the brushfires fill my lungs Fever Base rate goods at a top end spend Fever I won’t slow up til’ I reach the end Fever I’m cookin’ real hard on the things I’ve done Fever It’s gettin’ real fucking prickly in here... I am a pig in shit In the land of the living sun And I just can’t cool the burn/fire I just can’t get it done...
3.
I’m living Bullfloat Zen in this carnival magnificent A celebration of mobility and brawn I keep my head set, out here in the thick of it Between the traffic jams and the pumpies sharing porn I’m drinking straight from my cup, I’m making my own luck I’m tight and taut like a pair of new jeans Come and drink from my cup in this carnival magnificent We’ll glaze some tops in the sweet spring breeze Living Bullfloat Zen Come and walk it I’ll keep the beers cold while you roll out on the Bullfloat In the cab of the old Daihatsu, Bruno is cooking chillies with his lighter He has a grappa with his coffee and never butters his bread He’s pushin’ 70, and still riding on the Bullfloat His spine has more lumps than a sugar jar in a lunch shed I’m drinking straight from his cup Making my own luck Out glazing tops in the sweet spring breeze And if you drink from our cup You’ll pull a healthy dividend Live the wonders of the Bullfloat breed Heading out to Caroline Springs We’ll be done by midmorning then soak up some sun before the change comes in Fill me up, with all the sweet things Fill up my heart before the distance comes rollin’ in...
4.
Magic 04:58
Let us start now Camera, action in a stranger’s tomb Keep your head now Embrace the feeling of impending doom Beat your heart out Beat that heart like a big old drum To the future Don’t be burdened by the years all done Keep it thrilling Keep it thrilling, son Live for thrilling Thrilling is the best way to pass the time Keep your head down Slip slow into the race Let us start now Find your rhythm and keep the pace Beat your heart out Beat your heart like a big old drum Here’s the future A fond farewell to the years all done, hey... Keep it thrilling Keep it thrilling, son Live for thrilling Thrilling is the best way to pass the time Live for leisure, pleasure, pool side, beach side, ring side seats fit for kingdom Holiday, matinee, entrée, deep wave, a deep dish, lift live for kingdom A sad hatter, swinging in a loose noose, born still skin slumped on his backbone, my boy... Surrender to it, live it, elevate, levitate, make space take shape, take shape Live for leisure, pleasure, poolside, beach side, ring side seats fit for kingdom Keep it thrilling!
5.
In the Goroke Golf club bar, the Plainsman set our conversation to the pace of a sinking stone Pending fatherhood My love for your mother The provision of a home He spoke knowingly of my perceived failings and guilt amidst the maelstrom of adulthood In response, I spoke feebly I pondered on the correct pronunciation of his name I could not close my fist and my teeth fell from my face, onto the bar I told him of my travels to the sunset strip, and the aching that the dry lake Menindie had left in my stomach That no matter how far I go, I’m never far enough away and nothing is how I imagined Even him The Plainsman He startled me with the suggestion of a strange collaboration A doctrine or manifesto on the history and meanings of Russian boys names I imagined you, as me, and I felt safe You Ever knowing Ever loving Ever my son And I, forever indebted to your love Heading out toward the Mundi Mundi Through a parade of wild goats surely studying to twist my chariot A strange fascination with this long old land This big old pile of bones Did I dream your beating heart? Did I dream to life your breath upon my face? And all the years to here? I’m never going to let you down... I’d seen an old postcard of the Sunset Strip The sun pressed down upon the chest of lake Menindie I drove out to the centre where the wet should be And drank beer upon its bones Did I dream the earth to dust? Did I dream its final breath upon my face? Did I dream the years to here? I’m never going to let you down… Amidst the maelstrom As man As lamb The Plainsman was gone It was then that you appeared, older than I Assured and assuring Refined And brave You spoke of a vulture And the fastidious cleanliness in which she kept her nest The warmth of her wings How you gorged on the carrion that you were to enjoy all to yourself, though always longed for a brother or sister And now the Plainsman again Amidst the maelstrom Ever knowing Ever loving Ever my son And I, forever indebted For your love...
6.
Pressure 02:55
I don’t want to be defeatist but I just can’t get it done I’m working all the time I’m a shattered individual I don’t want to be defeatist but I just can’t get it done There is no taming time I’m a savage individual Searching every night Searching for a truth Digging through this pressure Sinking in the soup I don’t want to be defeatist I don’t want to be defeated Every day repeat it My energy deleted I don’t want to be deleted but this fire I’ve got to feed it This fire, burning furnace I need rest but can not reach it Oblivion Ambivalence Morning affirmations Traffic, work, bills Someone change the fucking station C’mon, change the fucking station I got pressure... Pressure! I need to get it sorted I just can’t get it done I’m a redlined meter Brain in eggbeater I say I’ll get it sorted but I just can’t get it done These are crazy crazy times and I need to find a way to Explore myself Involve myself In myself Improve myself Remove myself Suit myself Down is steep I don’t want to be defeatist I don’t want to be defeated I don’t want to be deleted Every day repeated I don’t want to be defeatist I will not be deleted I don’t want to be defeated My energy deleted I’ve been drinking every night Searching for a truth Swimming in this pressure Sinking in the soup Baby, this pressure is a waste of time I got pressure... And pressure is a waste of time!
7.
Kalashnikov 02:57
Rolled gold patrons of the rich with mortgages and fetishes Educated just enough to keep our own accounts Simmering social soup flim flam and one-upmanship Clubs and cliques and barbecues false affluence and rot Wow... Cambodge is incredible you can do what you like with them For a couple of bucks you can fire a Kalashnikov Catholics in politics Racist, sexist swinging dicks Vile old pile of misanthropes steer our little ship Sports bet ads aimed at low IQ’s Deep slow drawls, fill the pews In the churches of commercial tripe we celebrate diminished wisdom Wow… Cambodge is incredible you can do what you like with them For a couple of bucks you can fire a Kalashnikov Mining magnates clap their lips about best practice for welfare recipients Whist drinking an average salary in a weekend on their yacht Another death in custody Another year of interest free Another heart that won’t restart in the lane you park your Beamer Wow… Cambodge is incredible you can do what you like with them For a couple of bucks you can fire a Kalashnikov Young girls best not concern themselves with climate change, earth and the end of it Meet a boy, settle down he’ll just as likely kill you first One a week as we speak women killed by men in this country... Anyway, how good’s the UFC?!
8.
Hammer 04:36
I’m a regular Richard In a spiritual winter You’re never going to reach me Spiritual winter I’m a low responder I’ll have another burger You’re never gonna reach me I’ll have another burger I’ll do the mash potato The peppermint twist The mash potato It swings like this... You’re never gonna reach me A regular Richard A low responder You’re never gonna reach me In a spiritual winter I’m a low responder You’re never gonna reach me Come down hammer Come down hammer hit the sweet spot between the eyes Come down hammer, come down hammer…
9.
Love 05:26
Warmth wanders through my bones as the sun bends through the windows of our home Splashed on the pages, my crude interpretations of love Let me read a verse or two for you Andy Let me hear you musings in between We fools fascinated, by the strange machinations of love Love Let the words thunder from your lips Sink slow into her grip Indulge and diverge, purify and purge your heart So, let me hear a song from you Andy Let me hear your musings in between We fool’s fascinated and beguiled, in the palsy of love Love yourself Forget yourself Rest yourself Let yourself Forget yourself Love yourself... And please... Keep it together... Love will be the revelator Love will be the regulator, the incinerator Love will be the institution, the affirmation and the resolution Love...
10.
The Hillman Hunter in salt brushed Bermuda blue Jewel of the Rootes Arrow parked in a sandstone garage on the corner of Glyde and George We are rolling her out and jump starting her down the George street hill Lightly riding the handbrake on our descent before releasing her into a free swaying roll onto the Canning highway I am giddied by her heavy leaded breath and sticky on her seats We ferry picnics up to Blackie’s and park her up at Cockburn sound... From the passenger side, I have you clichéd in a colourful bonnet and oversized sunglasses Neither of which I recall you ever wearing You are smiling playfully, and I am careful not to clip at your wings In the late afternoon, the Freo doctor licks at the old braised chassis and rocks us into a gentle slumber Each time we take her out, I am slightly older Not so yourself 32, though the Hillman was long gone before you reached that age My memories are at times over exposed and bleached with the light pastel smear of the Hillman crawling through Ferrying picnics up to Blackie’s or parked outside the old railway hotel Less and less do I venture into the mire of your final hours I have the final photo of you at the beach From that I have mapped your day It is luminous and full There will come a day that I’ll forget Your memory has not left me yet Time has not found me yet That may change…

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All songs written by Blake Scott
Performed with Jacey Ashton and Nick Finch
Produced by John Lee at Phaedra Studios
Artwork by Julia Pattenden

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released October 9, 2020

Niscitam was performed by: Jacey Ashton - drums, percussion • Nick Finch - bass, piano, guitars, synth • Blake Scott - guitars, bass, vocals • John Lee - synths.

Olivia Bartley sings harmonies on "Bone Heavy", "Love" and "Bullfloat Zen". All gang vocals and group harmonies performed by Jacey Ashton, Nick Finch, Olivia Bartley, Grace Kindellan and Andre Fazio.

All songs recorded and mixed by John Lee at Phaedra Studios, Coburg. Except drums for "Fever", recorded by Alex O'Gorman at Purple Wayne Studios, Collingwood.

Mastered by John Lee.

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Blake Scott Melbourne, Australia

Niscitam is the debut solo album from Blake Scott. Better known as a member of beloved Melbourne three-piece The Peep Tempel.

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