Rubble

by Karen Hunter

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drunk & disorderly Church bells clangin’ and bangin’ Like the dryer in an all night Laundromat The stench of the alley is wafting in Through the hotel tap Couldn’t sleep if I wanted to Sunday morning comes way too soon Saturday night stickin’ to my skin And my boy on the cell with a “where you been?” chorus “One more drink oughta do it” Was the last thing I can recall That empty bottle was full before God help me if I drank it all I think you thought it was funny But I didn’t think it was nice A hand down your pants and a hand on the mic I wasn’t staying So I tumbled out to the carpark With half a dozen in tow We talked about taking the all night bus But there was just nowhere to go chorus “One more drink oughta do it” Was the last thing I can recall That empty bottle was full before God help me if I drank it all
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Perfect Jump A taste of a perfect jump into the clear blue you can see right through- the new blue you too long keeping your head down too big to stay that small you can jump perfect right over the wall a new pair of wings and a love of heights - what else can we use that for? what more?.....dragon lips can taste new blood a wink (we know what you’re thinking of) tell me one day ......what that wink saw......... chorus jump up and down - don’t stop and touch the ground I know there’s something waiting there for you slamming doors - attention wanders you wanna go there - you wanna go there - you wanna jump the colours are somehow different - they’re brighter now out your window it’s like.. blue – (it’s your harbour view) something old from long ago ....a broken heart and book of songs can you feel the change creeping over the moon? bridge take a look out on the clear blue sea we’re gonna fly as far as we can see spread your wings and feel the wind blowing open your eyes (you can see where you are going)
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Mr Whippy rides again …there he goes on his Norton thrown out of school for some vague academic come attitude related issue his friends were all drop-outs too, each with more bulk than a double bass in a Honda 3-door our hero's piercing black eyes and Clutch Cargo jaw more than make up for his lack of height. In this suburban paradise the sticky ooze of George Thoroughgood and Black Russians collects in sweaty puddles under the coffee table Mr Whippy's rolling a four paper joint while topless chicks cook under the sun Neanderthal boys push their tools into the broken bodies of machines that spend more time on blocks than on the road. Our man, he's with his second girl of the afternoon - lust straining against his jeans Wide lips smiling to hide the size of her mouth, “all the better to eat you with eyes” and hands that could crack a can of her own with-out a flinch. “What sort of a girl are you?” he asks as she sinks to her knees “A hungry one” she laughs just as girlfriend number one bounces through the door with a plate of burnt barbecued sausages and a handful of potato crisps. There’s more than one way to lose your appetite.
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Dangerous diva She takes her time pumping on the down beat She soars as the kick grooves a heart beat She breaks open as her passion swells She fades to silence for the love spell She's so cool you're sliding on the floor Smiling and tapping and wanting more She's so dangerous and down right mean It slaps you in the face when the woman screams She glistens while the rest of us listen She shows you what your ears have been missing She is abandoned to the waves of groove She makes my soul move She's so hot you got to turn around And open up your ears to the heavenly sound She's so fine you can't walk away It pulls you off the pavement you don't get a say I thought I could live my life without her Another night passing and I'm not there Thinking i could hide with a man or three Make no mistake about fever of the diva in me You can't take it away, the woman can shout, And moan and wail and hold a note 'til you would blackout You think I'm not talking straight? Trust your ears it's not too late!
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released January 1, 2007

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Karen Hunter Auckland, New Zealand

New Zealander Kāren Hunter uses guitar, voice, mandolin and loops to create heart charged soundscapes that draw deep from the well of our collective spirit.
These are love songs to Papatuānuku / Mother Earth, freshly baked under the fire of Ranginui / Sky Father.

Each album has it's own role in her collection, from rootsy songs, Celtic dub to Yoga music, Kāren is a diverse and eclectic composer.
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