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1.
Magpies 04:24
Over all that’s left of your father’s land you stand there looking on waiting on the bottom of the bottle to run dry Hoping we can finally recognise all these magpies picking off all the little pieces that their parents left behind before it’s all gone Underneath the haze from the burning swath cut by our father’s hand scraping at the bottom of the barrel one last time Thinking that we’ve finally come to see we’re the magpies picking at all the shiny pieces that our parents left behind before it’s all gone When the bones have been laid bare They’ve picked them over for the last time Fly on there’s fields ahead They’ll tide us over for a little while Through the rolling hills of these fading years where no one said enough all these empty offerings just more of the same kind Till the day we wake and rise to see they are magpies picking up all the broken pieces that we’re leaving them behind but it’s all gone Gone They said we could have it all They said it’s not that far to fall It’s not that far to fall Like they said, you can have it all
2.
The Viceroy’s Daughter – The Fea Street Hustle Well the dawn it broke with the falcon’s cry In the valley below a coach train crawling by With dreams of women, wealth and fame I steadied my hand and on the driver set my aim Well the bead was drawn and the hammer cocked Till the morn was split with a crack as the hammer dropped And there I froze at the frightful yell Of the viceroy’s daughter as from her seat she fell Now I wait in this tavern cold Cower in the corner like Captain Flint of old And I worry who will find me first The law or the Lord or her broken mother’s curse In my dreams she taunts me so In the dead of the night with no place else to go She screams “you will pay your due When the bullet that took my daughter rests in you” And on that wooded hill in the dead of night The muzzle cold in my back and my soul in fright My hands they shook in her icy grip As these words fell down like knives from her icy lips “Before I send you to meet the Lord, for he to assign your place in the evermore I wanna see you cower in the face off the specters a’howlin Around my daughter’s grave Her grave”
3.
Well the ship made port, and by the hand he led her Said “darling, let’s take the next stage coach and head up central to the Blue Spur up to where the miners go and there I’ll build a dam and feed water to the men who break the land and we’ll build home and maybe raise a family who’ll call this land their own” So the raceman’s wife went walking through the golden daffodils through the bluebells and the sycamore trees on that lonely broken hill In the dark she lay there waiting with a fire in her eyes “My darling please come crashing into my arms tonight” But the days they soon grew shorter, the winter came on strong soon came a baby daughter but the timing was all wrong as the money from the Great Extended Company dried up left them out in the cold he knew their only hope then lay in a shining seam of gold She said “My love we both know well that if you go down in that hole you’re never coming back” He said “you know that if I don’t love you’re gonna die here cold and sad, cold and sad” So the raceman’s wife went walking through the fading daffodils through the bluebells and the sycamore trees on that lonely broken hill In the dark you’ll hear her wailing That mournful anguished cry “My darling please come riding back into my arms tonight” And down there in that deep dark hole he meet an ugly fate now she will be forever cursed cursed to wait And the raceman’s wife’s still walking through those faded daffodils through the bluebells and the sycamore trees on that lonely broken hill
4.
Came to Take Her – The Fea Street Hustle She was born in the middle of the night as the full moon winter threw a dead light on her dark eyes and her shimmering curls the fire fading and the cloths unfurled They came to take her home came to take her little body home She was born in the middle of the night with a dark cloud growing on the skyline through black eyes and the shivering cold she saw their little bodies down far below They came to take her home came to take her broken body home She would float through the room and we’d all fall quiet Fall to whispering as soon as she’d passed on by waiting for morning time She was born in the middle of the night with a cold wind blowing down the valley and a fading light And she floats through the room as we all fall quiet Fall to whispering as soon as she’s passed on by waiting for morning time
5.
Coming Home 03:12
Coming Home – The Fea Street Hustle Well the pentecostal preacher cries this world is surely coming to and end And the economic forecaster says we got some darkness up ahead And the market speculator is telling everyone to hedge their bets While the sporting commentator said the Villa lost to Liverpool again And there’s not much in these times that I could say that I know but I know I love you and I’ll be coming home Now the global climate scientist’s got everybody shitting in their pants and the industrial deniers all telling us consume it while you can There are faiths and there’s religions there are truths and there are fictions so I’m told My heads full of contradictions and it’s got me feeling like I’m getting old And there’s not much in these times that I could say that I know but I know I love you and I’ll be coming home Yes I’ll be coming home I’ll be coming home Yes I’ll be coming home I’ll be coming home I’ll be coming home And there’s not much in these times that I could say that I know But I know I love you and I’ll be coming home Yes I’ll be coming Yes I’ll be coming home
6.
Hallelujah Child – The Fea Street Hustle I recall you walking me in trees and streams and fields when I was just a little boy Now I’ve been walking in this desert for so long I wonder if I’d even recognise your voice If you spoke If you called out my name What if I broke your fragile heart again Just to hear you cry And I still see the long blonde hair rolling down your face when you were just a little girl We’d play for hours in the creek down at the bottom of the yard lost off in our own little world Where did you go that tried to lay your heart to waste I need to let you know that I’m still hoping for a time and a place when they’ll say Hallelujah, child come home don’t waste another day we saved a seat here with your name there’s a prayer for you to pray You and me it seems we’ve both walked different roads hoping that they’ll reach the same end What if those roads would cross and we’d stand face to face I wonder would you look at me as a stranger or a friend Where did you go that tried to lay your heart to waste I need to let you know that I’m still hoping for a time and a place where they’ll say Hallelujah, child come home don’t waste another day we saved a seat here with your name and there’s a prayer for you to pray When the choir Hallelujah, child so sweet will sing with us the songs that we’ve carried in our hearts since the days out on Church Street
7.
High Society Woman – The Fea Street Hustle Well she’s fifteen years your senior and she lives like a queen but she don’t let that come between you boy you’re living the dream She got forty pairs of heels for every little black dress She pays for all your drinks and meals and you don’t protest your high society woman Well she found you serving drinks at the country club she said “boy come on over here now would you give me a hug” you said “I’m off in an hour and I got no place to go” she said “well come on home with me boy, let me show you a high society woman” Well she gets what she wants but she’s always wanting more You’ll be out on your arse just as soon as she gets bored She’s fifteen years your senior and she lives like a queen but she don’t let that come between you boy you’re living the dream She got forty pairs of heels for every little black dress She pays for all your drinks and meals and you don’t protest your high society woman your high society love your High society woman your high society love
8.
Fairweather 06:59
Fairweather – The Fea Street Hustle He bid his love farewell kissed his sleeping child rode out into the cold night He reached the field by dawn where the Captain who’d assembled all the men of poverty bay said We’ve made all our demands, yet all they do is sit there, reading the bible and singing the psalms But they’re not the Israelites, the Babylon he speaks of was just those eastward islands The crown must be the judge of who shall be a priest and who shall be a prophet and who’ll be granted deed to fields for the farming and forests for to fell So today’s the day we ride, for God and king and country You haven’t much to fear By tonight you’ll be home in the arms of your wives with your children all sleeping in peace for today you’ll secure their lives and your dreams Cross-legged on the beach among the shells and baskets the bounty of the seas She heard the prophet preach of exile and redemption of a river and a foreign land She’d been here in her dreams the fantail through the window spoke of things unseen With a shiver down her spine she saw horses on the hill and a storm on the horizon And she wept for she knew well the folly of men that the old ways would come to an end and she knew they would not come again so she wept A pistol at his hip a musket and a sabre a blade as yet to drip White knuckles on the reigns the captain’s orders ringing pulsing in his veins Below him on the beach she drew her baby closer said child you must flee Go by the forest and the stream the mountain he will guide you you mustn’t look to me anymore And with the horses bearing down the thunder of the future shaking in the ground She stood staring on, he could see her calling till she was screaming out As she lay and she lay where she fell And I swear that I hear her crying out I heard that mournful sigh in the wind in the trees that night She’s waiting for the time when her prophet sends his sign When her prophet sends his sign
9.
Bigger than both of us – The Fea Street Hustle When all was just an endless sea darkness over the face of the deep and over the water a spirit starting to breath Deep, deep down in the belly of the earth bent, buckled, broken and burned I was birthed out of the fury and the fire of a passionate love Over infinite time, through infinite night I wrestled my way up toward the light just short of the prize there I gave up the fight, and lay still There I stayed over time unknown I saw species of giants all come and go as I was formed in the wind and the water and the driving snow So I rose and I fell then I rose again thrown kicking and screaming into the air till the rains carried me down and laid me to rest As I lay and I slept there I gathered my strength drawing it up with my every breath from the body beneath me holding me in my sleep And I awoke as the earth brought forth sounds and scents and colours and warmth and people came travelling far-flung from distant shores And one day came an honest man I gave myself up into his calloused hands he took me and shaped me, released from the hold of the land I was there when the night came in I remained daylight cut through again And I was there when Adam and Eve went wrong I was there when Maui slowed down the sun I’ll remain long after this world is dead and gone I way heavy on your chest and I’m close to your heart guiding you on down that rocky path over mountains and oceans you’ll hear me calling you home as I say Don’t fight me I’m stronger than memories past I’m older than unseen stars and I’m bigger than both of us Don’t fight me I’m stronger than memories past I’m deeper than unseen scars and I’m bigger than both of us
10.
Where you are – The Fea Street Hustle Now the last bus has left me out here on my own in this cold, grey city wishing I was at home I sit down in a doorway on this dark empty street as ticket stubs and cigarette papers swirl round at my feet And I go far off in my mind to where you are Now the night comes crawling and the day it is dead I hear my home country calling small voice in my head As the city is sleeping I lie awake impatiently waiting for a new day to break So I go far off in my mind to where you are Now the leaving’s not easy and it only gets worse with all the sweet things you tell me are they a blessing or curse If there’s some other way lord would you please take this cup for my soul it has left me I gotta go catch it up So I’ll go far off in my mind to where you are Yeah I’ll go far off in my mind to where my mind to where you are

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We are the Fea Street Hustle
We believe in stack-heal boots, Nudie Suits, and Daisy Dukes… We Believe in Telecasters through Deluxe Reverbs… faded pastel-green shag pile carpet… cloth covered hymnals… the sexual innuendo peppered rock’n’roll sermons of Bruce Springsteen… We Believe in awkward social dynamics… the tentative advances of shy people… the pursuit of fame, wealth and stage-based glory as compensation for genuine self-confidence and meaningful relationships…

We Believe in the land that feeds the nation… the rivers, its veins and arteries… coal-fired power stations… and sewage outflows into fragile harbour ecosystems… We Believe in the inherent beauty of New Zealand’s crumbling industrial estate… We Believe in our own range of limited edition Fea Street Hustle designer merchandise, which comes with The Fea Street Hustle guarantee that it will make you more attractive to the opposite sex and gain you acceptance with the popular meanies in your school or workplace...

We Believe in jonnyscreech (one word – no dots, spaces or underscores), Sonic Meltdown Administrator and the Second Coming – follow him in all his ways… the hedge shaped like a chicken on State Highway 1 just north of Palmerston… Atari 800s… and the exploitation of endangered species for short-term financial gain…We Believe in Dylan / Cash duets where one can’t even remember which verse the other is singing… the petulant tempestuous self-centered childishness of Justin Bieber… the thematic obtuseness of Yoko Ono… and the lyrical universalism of Ace of Base…

We Believe in Dunedin winters… second hand stuff… the Red Witch Pentavocal Tremolo… Dr Seuss’ ‘Sleep Book’… and Engelbert Humperdinck… We believe in you if you believe in us… We believe in you even if you don’t believe in us because we need someone to hold on to…

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released April 26, 2015

Music by the Fea Street Hustle
Lyrics by Emerson Yeoman.
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Thomas Bell
Produced by The Fea Street Hustle and Tom Bell
Backing Vocals by Hana Fahy, Natalie Yeoman, Matt Langley, Emerson Yeoman and Jonny Screech
Additional Musicians: Aiden Fraser (Piano, Organ), Erica Scally (Violin)
Thanks to Rob Falconer, David Kilgour and Tex Houston for the generous use of various bits and pieces of nice gear.
Recorded between Jan 2011 and June 2014 in Dunedin at the former TVNZ Dowling St Studios (courtesy of OCTA Associates and Taylormade Productions) and Radio 1.

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