Bacterium, Look at Your Motor Go

by Ha the Unclear

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Scott Edminstin
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Scott Edminstin This is great. reminds me of home while in sydney. always thought this stuff was genius. cheers. Favorite track: Growing Mould.
Susan Ann
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Susan Ann WHERE to start? You need to listen to this every day, every week, every month, every year of your life. Just saying, it rewards listening over and over and over and ..... Favorite track: Girls Who Smoke Strange Things.
craig andrews
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craig andrews they used to be called 'Brown'; they are still the same warm and witty indie pop Favorite track: Secret Lives of Furniture.
Nick Brown
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Nick Brown Great hooks, funny/sadly true/revealing lyrics, a real Kiwi accent all combine to make great songs. Favorite track: Party at Bevan's.
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credits

released October 1, 2014

All songs by Ha the Unclear

Michael Cathro - Vocals/Guitar
Paul Cathro - Bass
Theo Francis - Guitar
Ben Sargeant - Drums
Everyone - Handclaps

Produced by Oli Wilson
Engineered by Mikey Holland
Mastered by Rick O’Neil at Turtlerock, Sydney
Artwork by Shinsuke Saito
Design by Angus McBryde

Alex Vaatstra played violin on tracks three, five, seven and twelve
Andrew Straight played acoustic guitar on track one
Oli Wilson played keys on tracks one, three and six

Recorded mainly at Albany Street Studio, Dunedin but also at Oli’s house and Michael’s house

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Ha the Unclear Auckland, New Zealand

Alt-Pop/New Wave/Indie from South Dunedin based in Auckland, New Zealand.

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Track Name: Corstorphine
Corstorphine you're unsound but you're kind
Corstorphine your state housing and flakey signs

The street wrapped around on itself
They called it a crescent
Gave birth to a cul-de-sac they suckled on the hillside's bosom
Men played rugby league on the field by the chip shop
Streetfighter was occupied fulltime but the school wasn't

There's a quarry up the road in Blackhead
There's a quarry up the road in Blackhead

Corstorphine you're unsound but you're kind
Corstorphine your state housing and flakey signs

Suddenly one day there was a police line across the cul-de-sac
The little old lady next door said someone had been stabbed
So I rode my tricycle, straight back home
And asked my parents "What is a stabbed?"

There's a quarry up the road in Blackhead
Yeah, there's a quarry up the road in Blackhead

Corstorphine you're unsound but you're kind
Corstorphine your state housing and flakey signs
Track Name: Growing Mould
9569B was the code to your door but you’ve changed it
I can’t get in anymore

Was it the clothes I never hung out?
(Growing mould in the corner)
The time that I was legless?
(You fell asleep on the porch at 4am)
Was it the other bed I slept in?
(You said it didn’t mean anything at all)
Tell me what it was
I always find the final straw that snaps this camel’s back, love

It’s cold out here and I look naïve
You’ve not answered a text that I ‘ve sent you
I’ve locked my house and I’m locked out now

Is it my growing personal loan
(It’s getting pretty big now)
My lack of career prospects
(You can’t even get a job)
The emasculated songs I write
(Try writing one about how you can’t do anything right)
Tell me what it is
Tell me through the voice thing and I’ll find somewhere to choke for a little while, love

I’m looking at your drawn curtains
I can see your silhouette
And another silhouette
Doing things I used to do with you
Doing things I used to do with you

Was it the clothes I never hung out?
(Growing mould in the corner)
The time that I was legless?
(You fell asleep on the porch at 4am)
Was it the other bed I slept in?
(You said it didn’t mean anything at all)
Tell me what it was
I always find the final straw that snaps this camel’s back, love

All the things I used to do with you
Track Name: Secret Lives of Furniture
I've always been your coffee table
Shit I've seen some things
Heard words I can't repeat
I'm mute, I'm rimu, I'm loyal

When you were three you fell and hit your head against my corner
I absorbed some of that blood that's when I knew I loved you

This place is haunted where they discard us our bones disjointed
This washing machine fell on me, at night it screams its owner's name

When you moved your things out and you took me with you
That's when I knew, you really loved me too

They hurt, those cigarette butts
When they were still alight
And they were still alight
But I forgave you

I wore my wounds well
All my brown beer bottle rings
When you spilled beer on me
I felt like I was at your parties too

That time you made love on me
I pretended you were fucking me
I strained under the weight of it
My legs were splayed, they have been since

I was glad when those years ended
We moved into that house alone
Just you and I, TV remotes
Your maddening self but I was with you

This place is haunted where they discard us our bones disjointed
This washing machine fell on me, at night it screams its owner's name

Then that bitch moved in, she said I was unstable
She never knew, what we'd been through
She was never good enough for you

When she left I was elated
She brought that other man back home
I held on to his cellphone
For you to find when you came home

I yelled with you
I screamed with you

And then you had that heart attack
Stretched over me like that
I'm glad we finished up that way
I held you until they took you away

This place is haunted where they discard us our bones disjointed
This washing machine fell on me, at night it screams its owner's name
Track Name: Once We Were School Kids (Drunk On Youth and Friendship)
Once we were schoolkids drunk on youth and friendship
Bum-puffing cigarettes out the back, near that skip behind the school
We'd speculate about what we'd all grow up to be
I'm not even sure those dreams were ours, I think they came from the TV

Those habits we can't shake
Nothing left to salivate for
We don't need to hunt for food now
Will to something, somehow

Outgrew those silkworm dreams, we became who we would be
Shed those pupal skins to find none of us have wings
They told us we need goals to create our own meaning
Group death this is the rise of individuality

Create things to aspire to
We don’t need to gather food now
Energy to spend on things
They make up in the magazines
Track Name: 85
I'm 85 now going on who knows if
Three kids, two of them still alive
I've hated my husband now for forty years
God, I hope he goes first
It'll be sad to bury him but I won't miss the snide remarks
I want to choose the TV station

He’s getting tired now
I see him fading
But I feel I’m fading too
My goal’s to outlive him

I think back to that house we bought on Hood Street
I was having second thoughts back then
The price of housing was so good he said
I envisioned knick knacks on the mantelpiece

One time he got so drunk
Threw one on the fire
That one my mother gave me
It reminded him that he was hated
And fuck yes, he was hated

But we stuck it out
Because the church told us to
I wish that my faith had waned so much sooner
I had plans of my own, wanted someone to love me
But now I'm too old to learn how to drive away

In that shitty old car outside
Track Name: Apostate
Baptised as an infant
Not knowing what it meant
Baptised as an infant
No choice in that

We are just children
We can't dry our heads
We are just children
We can't dry our heads

Apostatical now
But can't take back
Baptism of an infant
They don't allow that

They marched us through the schools
And we sang en masse
But we are just children
We can't dry our heads

We all run around with ash on our heads
Track Name: Kosmonavt
This spaceship has come too far
On this quest for who we are
We've run out of oxygen
So steer this beast into the sun
Tell the kids the trip went well
But don't tell them there is no hell
Because we found answers leave us scars
And the holes in the roof are made of stars
We'll die wondering what we are
This spaceship has come too far

This spaceship has come too far
On this quest for who we are
We've been basking in a solar flare
Please take my thoughts and guide them home
Tell the kids the trip went well
But don't tell them there is no hell
Because we found answers leave us scars
And the holes in the roof are made of stars
We'll die wondering what we are
This spaceship has come too far
Track Name: Party at Bevan's
These aren't all sour grapes
Some are completely inedible
Only the finest Pouligny-Saint-Pierre
On your platter, shit we are inadequate guests

Because we're eating it all
Helping our mouths to ourselves
We didn't eat before we left the house
We knew there'd be nibbles

A close up frame of his teeth
So blindingly white, except for that piece of meat
As he tries to explain to me
How everyone's born with the same opportunities

We were polite for a while
But this fuckwit is spoiling my night
I'm going to go outside and hide down the side of the house for a while

We drink too much then we say too much

But we only came round to drink the free alcohol anyway
Track Name: Girls Who Smoke Strange Things
Give me the girl that travels light
The girl that likes to unravel mysteries

Give me the girl that smokes strange things
Eats cheese just to have those dreams

All the pretty things
They look pretty good
Maybe it’s fool’s gold
We're nothing there's no reason
Status-free and classless
In human disguise
Inhuman disguise

Give me the girl that lies in bed
Writes down things that are in her head for me

Give me the girl that feeds the birds
Tries to hear cats speaking human words

All the pretty things
They look pretty good
Maybe it’s fool’s gold
We should wonder, stargaze under
Bible blackness
Just float farther away

All the pretty things
They look pretty good
Maybe it’s fool’s gold
If there is a point
It’s in the minutes
In the moments that we share
Track Name: Mannequins
I think they're making mannequins too realistic now
I turn around to say “hello", they're just staring me down
I think they're making mannequins too realistic now
I just can't tell anymore

Are they making mannequins too realistic now?
I turn around to say “hi", they're just staring me down
Are they making mannequins too realistic now
I just can't tell anymore

Storefront mannequins are lazy
At least crash test dummies have real jobs
They might have better looking ladies
They're certainly a lot more frightening

I try to think mannequins are just nude mannequins with clothes on
They’re arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant
They’ve all got such great bodies and they know it
They don’t even exercise

They're fashionable, they're amputees and children
Street-wise, high-class, humanoid fibreglass
They're fashionable, they're amputees and children
Street-wise, high-class, humanoid fibreglass

Storefront mannequins are lazy
At least crash test dummies have real jobs
They might have better looking ladies
They're certainly a lot more frightening
Track Name: Infatuated
Somewhere a heart snaps
In the distance I hear the crack
It echoes through the empty streets
Through the park and then retreats
I can feel it won't heal
It lies dead in a vapid field

Arrhythmic love
The mould is setting in now
On this obsolete organ
The appendix of a life lived

Infatuated

Strange birds wander in
Starving for dejection
Indulgence has begun
There's be nothing left to love

Arrhythmic love
The mould is setting in now
On this obsolete organ
The remnants of a despondent girl because love
Is the thing that breaks us
The appendix of a life lived

Infatuated
Track Name: Mortality (A Million Years Ago)
A million years ago, around 2013
Humans hung ornaments from ears that were external
They improved their eyesight with glass they had manipulated
Fastened to their heads with wings that wrapped around those external ears

All those years ago cultures were still colliding
Everyone had different backgrounds they didn't realise that was what made people interesting
Now everyone's the same, everybody has internal ears
We've stopped counting the years,
Because everybody's immortal

It seems so strange now
That we were ever reproducing
Immortality required certain sacrifices
But we can live forever now
We can live forever now
It was worth it all