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LONG STORY SHORT (2005)    
Long Story Short

 

Long Story Short was recorded in a few days at Baker Street Studios in Burwood, Melbourne. Lineup was:

  • Dean Lombard on vocals, guitar and harmonica
  • Jason Cutler on bass and backing vocals (lead vocals on ‘Hey’)
  • Damaris Baker on guitar and backing vocals
  • John Watson on drums and percussion
  • Joe Saitta on saxophone
The basic tracks were recorded live in the studio on the first day. Vocals were done the following morning and overdubs in the afternoon and another day a week later. this was followed by two days of mixing and a day mastering. Co-producers were Dean, Jason and John, along with Allan Neuendorf from Baker Street (who also recorded, mixed and mastered it).

We spent all our money doing that, so did the rest ourselves. Gavin Lombard (Dean’s brother) and John and took the photos; Dean and Jason did the artwork and design; Dean printed the inserts at work and burned all the discs (printed on Joe’s CD-capable printer) on his home computer. Everyone at some stage spent some time putting everything together. We ended up making about 200 in bits and pieces over a few years, and there are only a few left now.

You can buy a CD from us for $10 at one of our gigs, or for $12 by emailing dean@phosphenes.com.au.

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1) Love is a Four Letter Word

All my friends say I’m the nicest guy around
All my lovers have told me I’m an arsehole
All my friends say it’s not me, it’s just them
They try to get 200 bucks before they pass Go

But it doesn’t make it easier to smile
And it doesn’t make it easier
To walk another mile
’Cos life’s a journey but I missed the tram
Love is a tetragram (a four letter word)
Love is the traffic jam

My psychiatrist tells me I’m OK
I just need to stop sitting on fences
And my friends say I will find requited love
If I can stop chasing ambulances

But it doesn’t make it easier to smile
And it doesn’t make it easier
T o walk another mile
’Cos life’s a journey but I missed the bus
Love is a blunderbuss (a shotgun)
Love is too dangerous

But it’s OK, it’s OK, I sadly say
It’s OK, it’s OK
’Cos if my life stopped going wrong
I would never write a song again
I live for the rain

But it doesn’t make it easier to smile
And it doesn’t make it easier
To walk another mile
’Cos life’s a journey but I missed my train
Love is a ultramontane (over the mountains)
Love is the dull refrain
Love is a fucking pain
Yeah life’s a journey but I missed the tram
Love is a tetragram

© Dean Lombard 2000

2) The Great Unknown

You say that you love me,
But I don’t know what you mean
(I just don’t know)
You say you’re thinking of me,
But your thoughts are unseen
(They just don’t show)

I get under your skin, I know
Is it a virtue or a sin?
I just don’t know, you just don’t know

You smile when you see me
But I don’t know what’s beneath
(I just don’t know)
Your face is beaming
But are you clenching your teeth?
(It just don’t show)

Aaah, you’re feeling alright, I know
But is it our last night?
I just don’t know, you just don’t know

I am the great unknown
That much you have shown
You are the great don’t know
That much I know
But I don’t know what to do

You say you want me
And I know you do
(I want you too)
I wonder what you’ll do with me
But I haven’t a clue
(It’s up to you)

I really make you smile, I know
But is it all worthwhile?
I just don’t know, you just don’t know

© Dean Lombard 2001

3) She Knows What She Wants

She knows what she wants
She thinks she knows how to get it
She knows what she wants, but she doesn’t know

She brang a bottle of wine
I thought we’d have a real nice time
She kissed me long and deep
She made me miss the movie
She knows what she wants…

She took off her clothes, I didn’t have to suppose
She took off my pants, I didn’t stand a chance
She knows what she wants…

You know she said to me that I had to choose, hey
You know I said I only met you on Tuesday
I couldn’t promise her anything
She drove off in her SAAB

She left the bottle of wine, I had a real nice time
I wrote this cool song, For once I did nothing wrong
She knows what she wants…

© Dean Lombard 2002

     

4) Hey

Hey, do you know me?
We met for 30 seconds a long time ago
(A thousand years ago, maybe more)
You thought I was like the others
Only wanted you for your body parts
(One particular body part)
You thought I was just a fool
I was just a tool, but not a monkey wrench
(Not THAT kind of tool)

But I wanted to kiss your ear in the morning
And I wanted to hold your hand
I n the city as we walked
I wanted to look at you and miss the movie
And I wanted to do the shopping for our family

Hey, do you know me?
We met at the bus stop on the weekend
(Do you have the time?)
You asked if I knew when the bus comes
Then you thought about your boyfriend
(What kind of guy is he?)
Sometimes he might be you a present
Then he thinks about the football
(Do you know who won?)

But he would never kiss your ear in the morning
And he would never hold your hand
In the city as you walk
He’ll never look at you and miss the footy
& he only does the shopping somewhat reluctantly

Hey, do you know me?
We’ll meet for a minute in the future
A hundred years from now, maybe more
I’ll ask “do you have these in my size?”
You’ll tell me as you ignore me
You might look me in the eye
I thought that I might die
(Can you die of love?)

Now I’ll never kiss your ear in the morning
And I’ll never hold your hand
In the country as we walk
I’ll never look at you and miss that movie
And we’ll never do the shopping for our family

© Jason Cutler 2005

5) The Window

I’ve seen beautiful eyes a thousand times before
As for sweet voices singing sad, sad songs
I just don’t hear them anymore
But I heard yours, a window to your soul
Don’t they say that about eyes
A a window to your soul

I’ve been loved, I’ve been despised
I’ve been the sunshine, I’ve been the rain
I’ve been the answer to a desperate prayer
I’ve been a worst nightmare
Could I be yours? you can take your choice
And I could step right through
That window to your soul

I want to stroke your hair
and see myself reflected in your eyes
Hear myself in song, you’re in mine

I’ve seen beautiful eyes, but none like these before
As for sweet voices singing sad, sad songs
I want to hold you, I won’t let you fall
I stand before that window to your soul
Let me step right through
That window to your soul

© Dean Lombard 2002

6) The Hippy

She used to be a hippy
Now she’s got a laptop and a mobile phone
She used to live in hovels
Now she’s got a mortgage on a period home
She once was a masseur
Now she’s a marketing guru for a company
She used to be a vego
Now she cooks dead animals for her family
I thought that she’d sold out until I realised
She’s got the hippy inside

She used to ride a pushie
Now she drives a late-model Holden Calais
She used to wield a sketchbook
Now it’s a digital camera and a PDA
But she gets no plastic bags when she goes out to buy
She’s got the hippy inside

She smiles with her heart
She cries with her soul
She always plays a part
In making the world such a better place
I wish that I were half as good
But I don’t think I ever could
She’s as beautiful as a really nice piece
Of reconditioned secondhand hardwood

I see a lot of hippies, with tie-dyed shirts
And dreadlocks, and Indian cotton pants
They’re smoking marijuana, and hanging out
At CERES, doing a funny hippy dance
But she is something else, & I can tell you why
She’s got the hippy inside

© Dean Lombard 2003

     

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