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The Harmonica Lewinski’s – Songs By The Bushfire (2001)

The Harmonica Lewinski's - Songs By The Bushfire

Listen to tracks on Soundcloud

1. Spankees Lunch
2. Home Brand Man
3. Rockafella Skank
4. Astroboy
5. The Country Practice Song
6. Rainbow Honey Eater
7. Here’s Johnny
8. Life Won’t Wait Up For You
9. Angree Tree
10. I Got A Girl
11. I’m The One Who Loves You (I’m The One That Needs You)
12. I Hate Electronica (Secret track)
13. Sounds of the Lakehouse (Secret track)

Recorded November 2000 at LakeHouse Studios, Michaelago, NSW.
Produced and Mastered by Ken Heazlewood, except Spankees Lunch recorded by Adam Mulquin in Wollongong.
Spankees Lunch written by Justin Heazlewood and Adam Forbes.
I’m The One Who Loves You (I’m The One That Needs You) written by Justin Heazlewood and Matt Kelly.
Rockafella Skank written by Norman Cook.
The Country Practice Song written by Matt Kelly.
Rainbow Honey Eater and Angree Tree written by Adam Forbes.
Here’s Johnny written by Xtro/Qbrick.
All other songs written by Justin Heazlewood.
Drums: Stuart Duncan.
Design: Tammy Nicholson.
Egg: Tammy Nicholson. 

I’m So Post Modern Lyric Writing Masterclass Page 2

Aloha Pooglets!

Welcome to the I’m So Post Modern lyric writing master class. Firstly, I will conduct a short lecture on the comedic paradigms within the song. Then, I encourage you to have a go at your own lyrics. Feel free to comment on others as well. Keep it constructive and nice.

Okay.

Let’s begin.

I’m So Post Modern contains four different kinds of line, these are identified as:

Standardina: e.g. “I’m so post modern I just don’t talk anymore, I wear different coloured t-shirts, according to my mood.’

The ‘Standardina’ is the most common style of line found in the song. It’s main attribute is the ‘trihumorous’ structure, being, that (after the ‘I’m So Post Modern’ intro) it sticks to a rhythm of three. It is a common belief in comedy circles, that a joke is best serviced when it’s repetition amounts to three. This also serves the rhythm of the song, which is divided into three chords played evenly, followed by two short bursts on a fourth chord, acting as a punctuation.

To use another example. This would be a bad example of a ‘Standardina’

“I’m so post modern I bought a sky writing bi-plane and crashed accidentally.”

If you think about the rhythm of the song, you’ll realise that this line is ‘duohumorous’ and contains only two comedic rhythms. It also lacks a classic ‘punchline.’ As well as obeying the comedic rhythm structures, ‘trihumorous’ lines also make it much easier to execute the classic ‘set-up, twist, and punch-line thematics that are at the heart of most humorous material.

E.g. “I’m so post modern I bought a sky writing bi-plane and crashed accidentally, while writing my suicide note.”

This is once again a ‘trihumorous standardina.’ and allows for the set-up of a common entity ie ‘sky writing bi-plane’ a dramatic twist, ie ‘crashed accidentally and punchline ‘while writing my suicide note.’

The next style of line is ‘Bookendian.’ These are usually quite uncommon, and only one occurs in the original song.

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern I wrote a letter to the council…I think it was M.’

‘Bookendian’ lines differ from Standardina’s in that they are ‘duohumorous,’ and only contain a basic set-up and punchline, but no twist. In this case, the punchline must act as the twist as well. The middle section makes use of the comedic tool of ‘pause’ to accentuate the effect of the punchline.

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern I’ve got the weirdest of headaches…it’s in my foot.’

The next example is ‘Multivex’ lines. These lines are ‘Standardina’ in structure, but manage to fit in multiple comedic juxtapositions within each subsection. Only one ‘Multivex’ line occurs in the original.

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern I give live mice to buskers, dirty tea towels to the mormons and pavlova to crabs.’

‘Multivex’ lines allows each subsection to exist as its own little joke within the line by putting two entities together that don’t normally go together.

E.g. I’m so post modern that I laminate pancakes, stir-fry ice vovos and spread cruskit propaganda.

The final example is ‘Super-syntax’ lines. These are also ‘Standardina’ in structure, but are different in that they require the performer to say a number of words very quickly to try and fit the line into the timing of the song. The best example of a ‘Super-syntax’ in the original is:

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern that I brought every book written in 1963 as a reading challenge and clogged up a waterslide.’

If said at the normal speeds of the song, the singer would not quite get the entire line out. In the end, the action of saying the words quickly utilises the comedic tool of exaggeration and absurdity.

So, now a quick snap shot at the four styles of I’m So Post Modern lines we have just learned:

STANDARDINA – The most common form of line in the song, obeying the ‘trihumorous’ structure.
BOOKENDIAN – The ‘duohumorous’ line with a pause in the middle.
MULTIVEX – A ‘Standardina’ line that juxtaposes two entities within each section.
SUPER-SYNTAX – A ‘Standardina’ which requires you to say the words quickly to fit them in.

That’s structure, let’s have a quick look at theme:

The most common pitfall when writing lyrics is to assume that you can take any three random things, put them together, and expect it to be funny. This is not always the case.

e.g. I’m so post modern that I ran for parliament, promising tax cuts for zebras and then it rained beer.

There’s no real connection between the three elements. Look for unexpected twists, and exaggeration.

e.g. I’m so post modern I’ve got a tattoo of my pin number

This is already and unusual and engaging idea.

In hieroglyphics

This takes it one step further

On my neighbours guide dog.

This takes it to its limit and provides a twist and punch line. It also helps that it is a joke you can actually visualise easily.

Here’s a couple of examples of some of the best recent entries from participants:

Alex C – ” I’m so post modern that I killed both of my parents, then threw myself on the mercy of the court, for being an orphan!”
Phil – “I’m so post-modern, it’s the year 3000, i am an apricot, and i know karate.”
Lexxie – “I’m so postmodern that I throw mars bars at martians, mini bars at minis and monkey bars at monkeys.”
Jeremy – “I’m so post modern that I outsource everything, my food and clothes, my government, my outsourcing.”

Now it’s time to try and write your own I’m So Post Modern lyrics!

Release the pantomime cows of creativity!

Good Luck!
Love B.P.

I’m So Post Modern Lyric Writing Masterclass Page 1

THIS PAGE IS FULL!
WHY NOT GO TO THE NEXT PAGE OF THE MASTERCLASS!
The same lesson is there.

Aloha Pooglets!

Welcome to the I’m So Post Modern lyric writing master class. Firstly, I will conduct a short lecture on the comedic paradigms within the song. Then, I encourage you to have a go at your own lyrics. Feel free to comment on others as well. Keep it constructive and nice.

Okay.

Let’s begin.

I’m So Post Modern contains four different kinds of line, these are identified as:

Standardina: e.g. “I’m so post modern I just don’t talk anymore, I wear different coloured t-shirts, according to my mood.’

The ‘Standardina’ is the most common style of line found in the song. It’s main attribute is the ‘trihumorous’ structure, being, that (after the ‘I’m So Post Modern’ intro) it sticks to a rhythm of three. It is a common belief in comedy circles, that a joke is best serviced when its repetition amounts to three. This also serves the rhythm of the song, which is divided into three chords played evenly, followed by two short bursts on a fourth chord, acting as a punctuation.

To use another example. This would be a bad example of a ‘Standardina’

“I’m so post modern I bought a sky writing bi-plane and crashed accidentally.”

If you think about the rhythm of the song, you’ll realise that this line is ‘duohumorous’ and contains only two comedic rhythms. It also lacks a classic ‘punchline.’ As well as obeying the comedic rhythm structures, ‘trihumorous’ lines also make it much easier to execute the classic ‘set-up, twist, and punch-line thematics that are at the heart of most humorous material.

E.g. “I’m so post modern I bought a sky writing bi-plane and crashed accidentally, while writing my suicide note.”

This is once again a ‘trihumorous standardina.’ and allows for the set-up of a common entity ie ‘sky writing bi-plane’ a dramatic twist, ie ‘crashed accidentally and punchline ‘while writing my suicide note.’

The next style of line is ‘Bookendian.’ These are usually quite uncommon, and only one occurs in the original song.

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern I wrote a letter to the council…I think it was M.’

‘Bookendian’ lines differ from Standardina’s in that they are ‘duohumorous,’ and only contain a basic set-up and punchline, but no twist. In this case, the punchline must act as the twist as well. The middle section makes use of the comedic tool of ‘pause’ to accentuate the effect of the punchline.

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern I’ve got the weirdest of headaches…it’s in my foot.’

The next example is ‘Multivex’ lines. These lines are ‘Standardina’ in structure, but manage to fit in multiple comedic juxtapositions within each subsection. Only one ‘Multivex’ line occurs in the original.

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern I give live mice to buskers, dirty tea towels to the mormons and pavlova to crabs.’

‘Multivex’ lines allows each subsection to exist as its own little joke within the line by putting two entities together that don’t normally go together.

E.g. I’m so post modern that I laminate pancakes, stir-fry ice vovos and spread cruskit propaganda.

The final example is ‘Super-syntax’ lines. These are also ‘Standardina’ in structure, but are different in that they require the performer to say a number of words very quickly to try and fit the line into the timing of the song. The best example of a ‘Super-syntax’ in the original is:

E.g. ‘I’m so post modern that I brought every book written in 1963 as a reading challenge and clogged up a waterslide.’

If said at the normal speeds of the song, the singer would not quite get the entire line out. In the end, the action of saying the words quickly utilises the comedic tool of exaggeration and absurdity.

So, now a quick snap shot at the four styles of I’m So Post Modern lines we have just learned:

STANDARDINA – The most common form of line in the song, obeying the ‘trihumorous’ structure.
BOOKENDIAN – The ‘duohumorous’ line with a pause in the middle.
MULTIVEX – A ‘Standardina’ line that juxtaposes two entities within each section.
SUPER-SYNTAX – A ‘Standardina’ which requires you to say the words quickly to fit them in.

That’s structure, let’s have a quick look at theme:

The most common pitfall when writing lyrics is to assume that you can take any three random things, put them together, and expect it to be funny. This is not always the case.

e.g. I’m so post modern that I ran for parliament, promising tax cuts for zebras and then it rained beer.

There’s no real connection between the three elements. Look for unexpected twists, and exaggeration.

e.g. I’m so post modern I’ve got a tattoo of my pin number

This is already and unusual and engaging idea.

In hieroglyphics

This takes it one step further

On my neighbours guide dog.

This takes it to its limit and provides a twist and punch line. It also helps that it is a joke you can actually visualise easily.

Here’s a couple of examples of some of the best recent entries from participants:

Alex C – ” I’m so post modern that I killed both of my parents, then threw myself on the mercy of the court, for being an orphan!”
Phil – “I’m so post-modern, it’s the year 3000, i am an apricot, and i know karate.”
Lexxie – “I’m so postmodern that I throw mars bars at martians, mini bars at minis and monkey bars at monkeys.”
Jeremy – “I’m so post modern that I outsource everything, my food and clothes, my government, my outsourcing.”

Now it’s time to try and write your own I’m So Post Modern lyrics!

Release the pantomime cows of creativity!

Good Luck!
Love B.P.

I’m So Post Modern Lyrics

Click here to join the I’M SO POST MODERN LYRIC WRITING MASTERCLASS, and have a chance to write your own lyrics and have them graded by The Bedroom Philosopher himself!

I’m So Post Modern by The Bedroom Philosopher

I’m so postmodern that I just don’t talk anymore, I wear different coloured t-shirts according to my mood.

I’m so postmodern that I work from home as a surf life saving consumer hotline.

I’m so postmodern all my clothes are made out of sleeping bags, I don’t need pockets, I’m a pocket myself.

I’m so postmodern I go to parties I’m not invited to and locate the vegemite and write my name on everyone.

I’m so postmodern that I write reviews for funerals, and heckle at weddings from inside a suitcase.

I’m so postmodern I’m going to adopt a child, and teach him how to knit, and call him Adolf Diggler.

I’m so postmodern that I break dance in waiting rooms, play Yahtzee in nightclubs, at three in the afternoon.

I’m so postmodern I only go on dates that last thirteen minutes, via walky talky, while hiding under the bed.

I’m so postmodern I invite strangers to my house, and put on a slide show of other people’s Nans.

I’m so postmodern I went home and typed up everything you said and printed it out in wingdings and gave it back to you.

I’m so postmodern I held an art exhibition – a Chuppa Chup stuck to a swimming cap, and no one was invited.

I’m so postmodern I make alphabet soup, and dye it purple, and pour it on the lawn.

I’m so postmodern I request Hey Mona on karaoke, then sing my life story to the tune of My Sharona.

I’m so postmodern I only think in palindromic haikus – “Madam, I, Glenelg, I’m Adam!”

I’m so postmodern that I sit down to wee, and stand up to poo, at job interviews.

I’m so postmodern that I dress up as Santa, in the middle of August, and haunt golf courses.

I’m so postmodern that I cut off all my hair, and knitted it into a beanie, and threw it off a bridge.

I’m so postmodern that I stole everyone’s mail, and cut them up into a ransom note and hid it in a thermos.

I’m so postmodern I take my lego to the supermarket and build my own shopping trolley, and only buy one nut.

I’m so postmodern I wrote a letter to the council – .I think it was ‘M.’

I’m so postmodern I bought a round the world plane ticket, and stuffed my clothes with eggplant and pretended it was me.

I’m so postmodern I’ve got a tattoo of my pin number in hieroglyphics on my neighbour’s guide
dog.

I’m so postmodern I fought my way into parliament and made a law banning Nuttelex, and then moved to Spain.

I’m so postmodern that I iron all my lettuce leaves, put my shirts in the crisper – they’re real crisp.

I’m so postmodern I give live mice to buskers, dirty tea towels to the Mormons, and pavlova to crabs.

I’m so postmodern that I live in a tent, on a platform of skateboards that’s tied to a tram.

I’m so postmodern I write four thousand-word essays on the cultural significance of party pies.

I’m so postmodern I recite Shakespeare at KFC drive thru, through a megaphone, in sign language.

I’m so postmodern I’m going to watch the Olympics on a black & white TV, with the sound down.

I’m so postmodern I go to the gym after hours, push up against the door, then cry myself to sleep.

I’m so postmodern I wrote a trilogy of novels from the perspective of a possum that Jesus patted once.

I’m so postmodern that I marry all my friends, soak myself in metho, and tell them that they’ve changed.

I’m so postmodern I bought every book written in 1963 as a reading challenge, and clogged up a waterslide.

I’m so postmodern I think I might be a god in my undies rolling in sugar, in the carpark of a rodeo.

I’m so postmodern I prerecorded this song, and laced a message subliminally telling Shane Porteous to buy a smock.

Phonze! – Birthmark (1999)

Phonze! - BirthmarkDigital rerelease with reimagined tracklist available from Bandcamp.

1. Community Scooter (Part 1)
2. Smells Like Hellyer Spirit
3. Vee-Dub
4. Dodge
5. Mo’ Music
6. Gospel
7. Down By The Sea
8. Community Scooter (Part 2)
9. Come On
10. Disco Chicken
11. Environment
12. I Got Rhythm
13. Cliché
14. Pea Honds (Hey Everybody)

Written by Justin Heazlewood.
Recorded February-March 1999 in Marcus Wynwood’s bedroom, Penguin, TAS.
Produced by Marcus Wynwood.
I Got Rhythm features Emma-Louise Cukier on vocals.
Marcus Wynwood plays lead guitar on Dodge and Disco Chicken.
Design: Justin Heazlewood. (Based on a record cover I cut up at Nan and Pop’s).
Photo: Jade Hallam.
Album originally distributed to friends on cassette and a couple of CDs.

Golden Gaytime Lyrics

Golden Gaytime By The Bedroom Philosopher.

I’m not one to make a statement
I’m anything but blatant
of life I am but a quiet member
but I’ll never forget that day
when out in the open it all came
it had to be that one day in september
we’d lost our footy final
so on the schoolbus we all piled
broken, battered, bloodied and bemused
the only consolation
from the complete ego deflation
would be a hot pie from the shop we couldn’t lose
Timmo got a four and twenty
and Tommo he bought plenty
and Simmo even got a sausage roll
but despite the rejection
I risked with my selection
I couldn’t help but feel like something cold

I bought a gaytime
a golden gaytime
cos this time it felt like the right time
a gaytime
a golden gaytime
and they give me such a hard time for what I done
I just felt like icecream wrapped in biscuit crumbs

the shopkeeper looked shifty
as I handed him a dollar fifty
and all around me time seemed to freeze
it was like a western movie
with the villian and his groupies
death starin’ my iced confectionary
‘what do you think you’re doin?’
it was Tommo he was spewin’
dirt flying off his footy spurs
‘is there something you’re not saying?’
‘what’s this game you’re playing?’
‘you can’t have that for lunch, it’s absurd’

I bought a gaytime…

we all got back on the bus
and everyone was in a real huff
my best mate Wade wouldn’t sit next to me
Tommo waas the leader
he kept calling me ‘icecream eater’
I chose to take that literally
there was only so much I could take
Tommo’s voice was giving me an icecream headache
I didn’t know whether to scream or spew
the only way to stop it was to point out that stain in tommo’s pocket…

….
he’d bought a gaytime
a golden gaytime
cos this time it felt like the right time…
and they give me such a hard time for what I done
I just felt like icrecream wrapped in biscuit crumbs
no longer will i settle for a billabong
i’m so proud to sing my gaytime eatin’ song

Folkstar Lyrics

Folkstar by The Bedroom Philosopher

NOTE: The lyrics have been updated since the original pressing of 500 albums. You might find that the version you are used to (the spoken word one) is different. In one of my fits of indecisiveness, I ‘improved’ the lyrics. Sorry in advance, to everyone, for everything.

Hey DJ I’m in my PJ’s so give me some lee way cos this is my D-day mate
All day I’ve been listening to house music, like vacuuming, washing up and a cat who’s sick.
I mixed some decks for a game of uno.
I reversed I skipped I went wild I went yellow
I did some scratchin’ yeah that was fully dope, except now my CD’s skipping on the same bloody note, oh well there’s a beaut loop now I need some beats,
A shave, a shower and something to eat
I’ve got some silverbeet and some beetroot,
I could make a little salad yeah that’d be cute
I’m ready to break into the suburban underground
With a piece of toast and my dressing gown
I ain’t got two turntables and a microphone
But I’ve got a lazy susan and a cassette walkman that records

I’M A FOLKSTAR
WITH NO CAR
GUITAR
ONE DAY I’LL LEARN THE HARMONICA
FOR NOW I’M GONNA DROP SOME ELECTRONICA

Rock’n roll What about folk at your leisure?
we don’t wear leathers just whatever’s comfy at the time,
A cardigan is fine, don’t go topless you idiot at least wear a singlet
No need to rock up in big fancy cars
It’s not a long way to the top on a public bus
No room for big egos, when you’re sitting next to chicks on their way to bingo
YO!
Bugger your rock stadiums and big cities
I’ve got this café filled to half capacity
Sure there’s no moshing or crowdsurfing
But there’s a lot of bikkie dunking and tea slurping
As for finishing your set and smashing up your gear
If I break one string I’m usually in tears
Cos I got no roadie and I got no crew
and I got no groupies, like, where the hell are you?
My housemate’s have seen me a hundred times
My girlfriend’s yawning and looking at the time
She’s not really my girlfriend she just sort of…hangs…you know…chorus

I need more bling bling
And girls lapdancing
Are sensitive new age bitches such a thing?
I need more street cred
I’ll pop a cap
on my head?
Slip slop slap with a hip hop hat

Hit it D.J. Joni M
Nice set Joni!
Can you return the beat please. Thankyou.

I don’t wanna be obscure I just wanna world tour
Tasmania, Canberra and maybe rotarua
Sell some CD’s in shops and reimburse my nan and pop
Great, great, great, that’s great!
G.R.A.T.E

Thanks samples!

Let me introduce my band, man, Kelly the guitar, me and my hand.
I don’t need a drummer I’m a funk soul strummer
Gimme a tambourine, and I’ll stick it between my knees
No joke. We built this city on folk
The philosopher is back tell your auntie tell your uncle
I put the funk in Simon and Garfunkle.

Megan The Vegan Lyrics

MEGAN THE VEGAN (Heazlewood)

Megan the vegan doesn’t like meat
Megan the vegan doesn’t like me
Megan the vegan you’re looking kind of pale
Megan the vegan watch out for that snail

You need eggs in your legs
Honey in your tummy
Cheese in your knees
And more milk from your mummy

Megan the vegan she’d behead a lettuce
Megan the vegan she’d skin a banana alive
Megan the vegan she’s not cobbers with the corn
Megan the vegan she’ll eat your front lawn

You need eggs in your legs
Honey in your tummy
Cheese in your knees
And more milk from your mummy

Megan I know we didn’t get along that well during our three months living together cos you were this underground, extremist, hardcore, edgy, hardcore, electro, clash slash type person in a renegade out there extremist noise collective called systems corrupt yeah go on look em up on google they’d love the publicity and I was just this unemployed folk musician trying to make my own way. And you know megan I did one thing, one thing to try and identify myself within the share house community, I put up my Beatles poster in the kitchen and I found out off one of your friends that you thought it was naff and you didn’t like it. Well that’s funny megan cos you know what I totally put up with your artistic stylised cartoon child porn in the bathroom. Weird little alice in wonderland type characters squatting in the forest and doing poos in a sexual manner. And I wish I was joking! And you brought home these science lab style (look I can ‘t even pronounce properly, this is my cd and I only get one take to do this and I’ve already taken way too long, anyway) You’d bring home science lab style taxidermed animals in clear plastic containers like weird rabbits and budgies and shit with eyeless sockets and I’d be trying to watch tv and eat tea and they’d be behind me and I knew If I ever said anything to you or complained you’d go ‘oh, look how offensive and shocking I am’ cos you loved the idea of that and you knew you’d offended and shocked me and you would have gone out and ordered in lots more artistic stylised child porn and science lab style taxidermed animals in clear plastic containers and put it all through the house, until you totally pushed me over the edge and I’d come home wearing a three piece suit made entirely of meat and I’d go c’mon megan Dance! Dance with me megan. Speaking of meat, did I mention I wasn’t allowed to eat that for like three months in my own home because of you? And you know what that does to your digestive system megan? It’s like putting leaded petrol in an unleaded petrol and my farts used to smell really rank and I used to run away from them and run away from you.

Megan the vegan you never asked me how my day was
Megan the vegan you probably don’t have the energy
Megan the vegan you’re a silly soy sausage
Megan megan vegan, soy soy soy.
Megan megan vegan soy soy soy
Mr t bone says ‘kill the tofu, kill the tofu, kill the tofu’ (x4)

The Happiest Boy Lyrics

The Happiest Boy by The Bedroom Philosopher

When I was thirteen
I was abducted by aliens
In a sunset orange
valiant with wings
The aliens were friendly
They communicated by break dancing
They looked like a cross
Between Gumby, Bjork and Richie Benaud
They took me to their home planet
Mars_79
It had an iced vovo surface
And a lynx java atmosphere
They sterilised me with towellettes
Fed me condensed milk through a tube
Gave me an interactive pamphlet
And teleported all but my pants

And I was the happiest boy out of this world

The architecture on mars_79 was inspired by the spirograph
They had no words for war
And fifty six words for funk
Their main source of economy
Was teaching break dancing as a second language
Mainly to interplanetary students
Cos that’s where all the money is
The aliens were progressive
They believed in sex before breakfast
They paid for stuff in hugs
And gave change in kickboxing
They used trampoline energy
And kept sideburns as pets
And thought flossing a religious experience so they didn’t go to church much

And I was the happiest boy out of this world

Then they began their experiments on me
Probing me with questions about TV
Home and away they wanted to know if Aisla had died
Cos they were nine seasons behind
x-files they wanted to know if Mulder and Scully had smooched
and how they got a documentary to look so well produced
I could not speak
I acted dumb
Did I mention I had an instrument up my bum?
Flute.

The aliens apologised
They break danced with tears in their eyes
They offered to erase my memories of the trip
And take me home in a bit
But I pleaded with them to keep all my memories of them
And erase all my memories of TV shows
And I was the happiest boy in this world.

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