Purplene

by Purplene

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  • Purplene 'Purplene'

    Saving the best till last, this adventurous and brooding album is Purplene's definitive work - pristinely captured to tape by Steve Albini. Comes in a high-quality three-panel cardboard digipak, with stunning panorama/collage/landscape artwork by Peter Ottery.

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Recorded by Steve Albini in Chicago, August 2003
Art and layout by Pete Ottery
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Pre-production sessions recorded by Mike Burnham in Sydney
Funded by the band themselves. A small amount of funding by the Australia Council for the Arts (thanks!)
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Enormous promotional and administrative assistance from Mel Lake and Aaron Curnow. Thanks also to Stella Chambers.

credits

released 15 March 2004

All songs by Purplene (Copyright Control)

Matt Blackman - Voice/Guitar (left)/Synth/Piano
Dave Ledlin - Guitar (right)/Mellotron/Bass on 'Swords Down'/Voice on 'Scars for Sores'
Adam Jesson - Bass/Guitar (right) on 'Swords Down'
Matt Rossetti - Drums/Guitar (right) on 'Watch the Watch'

CD previously released on Spunk/Inertia. Currently out of stock.

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Track Name: Love: Western
Background checks on best friends
Deadlocks tapped into loose ends
Surveillance, nose high from rooftops
Quick-drawn eyes, gnawed nails off
We're stuck fast

Brazen defence of constructed evidence
Come clean, tight-jean and cheap-drink scene
We're stuck fast

Where does fear go
When mother's whites are whiter than snow?
Where does fear go?

Background checks on best friends
Arched necks on bodies busy looting things
We're stuck fast
With half-arsed swear jars and soap bars
Mouths foam, who's home?
Dial tone

Where does fear go
When mother's whites are whiter than snow?
Where does fear go
When agents light the back row?
Track Name: Swords Down
Swords down
Let's finally take stock of this
And reason with the monolith
Our campfire signals good tides
Ocean winds trading off the southern bluff

And warning that we're still here
To oversee the ragged-run and tiresome gentry
Who returned today to pillage more
With weapons drawn and overcoats flooding onto shore

Swords down
Throw in your towels and head out to sea
Good men are we of charity
Let's bargain with ancient whales
Setting sail back centuries with peace decrees

And pledging our hearts and bones to better homes
It's better said than left alone
To fester like scurvied gums with sullied words
With weapons drawn the hour before the first mate stirs

She weeps for what she's done
Six years and a hundred and one fears
For now we weep and wail
Perhaps this boat should pick its path and sail

Oceans of tears lapping at the ankles of civility
Place your swords at the ankles of civility

Swords down
Reveal yourselves, the jig is up
This armoury has had enough
As blades spoil, our hearts may mend
And aging men can kneel upon the soil again

Embrace your friends
And aging men can kneel upon the soil again
Track Name: Lyonhardt
Hate gestates through the ages
And caught up with you before you arranged it
The patterns are true
I'm due to notice that your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you

Mildew stews in this tundra
It's bruised your will and dragged you under
A resolute smile despite wider worry
But your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you

Set in stone, aren't you clever?
Said one poker-faced hard shark to the other
I don't mean to stain your sensitive mane
But I'm going to
'Cause your lionheart's through
And the wagon waits outside for you

Yeah, your lionheart's through
And I'll just be outside waiting for you
Track Name: The Battler
Lynch post up too high
Much too high
Stopped short, falling shy
Ideals a touch too high
Much too high
Dropped short, falling shy
Why try?

Order?
Dragonfly darting wide
Darting wide
Stopped short, falling shy
Old friends darting wide
Darting wide

Catching reams of faceless distant enemies
Catching reams of faceless distant enemies
Why try?

Catching reams of faceless distant enemies
Track Name: Second Shift
The second shift starts soon
And new moons bear gifts soon
Laid bare, you're right there
You're right there

The second shift starts soon
And new moons bear gifts soon
Laid bare, you're right there
With muddied straw damp under foot
These circus smells bring tales of love
That may repeat tonight

Recess, bring out your best
A paper cut hurts more than a chainsaw
Confined space rewards the wait
With a long embrace in an empty diner
A long embrace
In someone's empty diner

Stand clear, there's no second gear
And paper cuts hurt more than a chainsaw
Sharp turns, Chinese burns and a lonely cup
A lonely cup in an empty diner
Someone's empty diner

But when the door's wide open
We may just prosper

Yeah the door's wide open
It could be central to these actions
And we may just prosper
Yeah the door's wide open
We may just prosper
We may just, may just prosper

But the second shift starts soon
And new moons bear gifts soon
Laid bare, you're right there
With muddied straw damp under foot
These circus smells bring tales of love
That may repeat...repeat tonight
Track Name: Scars for Sores
Such a sweet guide for a newborn chance
At fools playing the game
Lesson learnt?
My complacent romance sticks just the same

Stage one - play dumb
Several scars will bide me true

Kept clear of all those times of no reward
It mattered just the same
Once again I have out my sword
To battle once again

Stage two - trade through
Several scars will bide me true, my love
Several scars will bide me through, my love

A face off in your room
Count the prints on the wall
Phone calls, are we doomed?
Talk sense or not at all
Ashamed for I assumed you've got my scars on the door
Turn out the light before this scar turns to sore
Track Name: Cahoots = 1
They're onto us - those people outside
They're gathering
They're all in cahoots

The razorwire's up
But those wooded fields
Still hide those fucking weird people
They're gathering

And I'm watching out for number one

Their pencils are blunt like opinion
But why are their spirits not broken?
It's bothering

But I'm watching out for number one

I know not what they say
They're harbouring something or someone
Those fucking weird people
They're gathering

They're all in cahoots
It's my grand opinion against their cheap opinion

I'm keeping a vigil of faith
We common folk flourish by glancing away
I'm hiding and I'm watching out for number one
Watching out for number one
Number one
Track Name: Watch the Watch
Watch the watch as the candle flickers
Watch the watch tonight

Watch the watch as the daylight beckons
Watch the watch tonight

Watch the watch as the eyelid flickers
Watch the watch tonight

Watch the watch as the daylight threatens
Watch the watch tonight