Ape Delay

by ollo

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about

This is the third, or fourth, album from ollo. It is the first that was conceived as a single body of work. Physical CD comes with 16 page booklet featuring images derived from silver gelatin photograms made by Alex.

In part, the album is the result of a series of 'what if' questions ollo asked themselves...

credits

released 01 May 2012
all tracks written and recorded by alex crowfoot in marrickville, sydney; published by copyright control

rory toomey: live drums on tracks 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 // drums and vintage effects recorded by mike burnham at tardis studios sydney // mixed remotely by mike burnham at tardis-studios.com // prcna on track 6: radek koblasa

mastered by mandy parnell at black saloon

sleeve and booklet design also by alex // silver gelatin photograms made with the assistance of chris reid at blanco negro // photo of ollo by cassandra hannagan

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Track Name: Transistor Resistor
We are the machine collectors
Get em while they’re hot
We are the machine collectors
Just can’t get enough
Communing with their rhythm
Get up, stand up
Strut your funky stuff

You could get away, why delay?
A holiday – every day
If you upgrade are you a slave?
Who owns who?

We are the machine collectors
Tick another off the list
We are the machine collectors
Get ‘em for your kids
Thinking of your status
Is it something that you read?
If you don’t have a new one
You might as well be dead

Gaining ground, not a sound
Shut em down, before you drown
Have you found your feet are bound?
Who owns who?

We are the machine collectors
They help to make you tough
We are the machine collectors
You can never have enough
If it isn’t a machine yet
It’s launching in a month
I’m sure I saw it... somewhere...

You could get away, why delay?
A holiday – every day
If you upgrade are you a slave?
Who owns who?

We are the machine collectors
Just look beside your bed
We are the machine collectors
You can get one in your head
Filling up our houses
Bulging from our bags
And what about the landfill
You forgot you ever had?

We are the machine collectors
Get em while they’re hot
We are the machine collectors
Just can’t get enough
Get up, stand up, give up
Track Name: Double Exposure
A scholar and a farm boy
A camera and a lens
If you’d like to print black and white
I have some experience

I’ll book a room said the scholar
At the end of the corridor
To ensure no-one lets in light
We’ll have to lock the door

Something developing in the dark room
Red lights and fixative, such a heady mix
Hands in the dark, work magic tricks
Grains of silver fade to black
Too late to turn back

It fires me up said the scholar
When art meets chemistry
You can completely lose control
There are no guarantees

What first emerged from virgin white
Was viewed with trepidation
Breathing fast with racing hearts
A grainy revelation

Something developing in the dark room
Red lights and fixative, are a heady mix
Hands in the dark, work magic tricks
Grains of silver fade to black
Too late to turn back

Down a nape slips a glistening bead
Amonton’s Law contributing heat

Something developing in the dark room
Red lights and fixative, such a heady mix
Hands in the dark, work magic tricks
Grains of silver fade to black
Too late to turn back
Track Name: All The Bored
Feed me your tedium
Watch me collect it
I’ll make a machine with my bare hands
That’ll harvest and protect it

It’s the simplest request
For an effortless donation
That will rid you of restlessness
And desolate vexation

Calling all the bored
With your ennui expertise
Eventless daze, no will, no thrill
Lacklustre is your tease
Calling all the bored
Watch me smile as I sup
Cos I’ll have all your hours to fill
Before my time is up

Feed me your tedium
Just watch me collect it
I’ll make that machine with my bare hands
To harvest and protect it

I’m an alchemist with minutes
I make molten gold from grey
As fill up this gleaming cup
With the hours you frittered away

You know it’s good to share
I could make you a deal
It’ll suit your lifestyle
It’ll help you to heal

C’mon
C’mon
I’ll make you a deal

Calling all the bored
With your ennui expertise
Eventless daze, no will, no thrill
Lacklustre is your tease
Calling all the bored
Watch me smile as I sup
Cos I’ll have all your hours to fill
Before my time is up
Calling all the bored
With your ennui expertise
Eventless daze, no will, no thrill
Lacklustre is your tease
Calling all the bored
Track Name: Litterbrain
Been strolling, ‘stead of rolling
Dragging those heels
Making a meal of those deals
Making sure you line the same pockets
Putting power in the same old sockets
Can’t believe it flew right past you
The time has come and gone
When you really could have shone
Now’s it’s late and you’re debating the gate
When the horse is out dying from a lack of green pasture

All the greedy Bs’ve got to pick it up
Give it up, quick, go stick it pick it up
All the lazy Cs got to pick it up
Sit up real quick get it moving and pick it up

Been wheezing, ‘stead of breathing
Cos your air conditioned head
Is sleeping in the wrong bed
Get you out of your shiny glass tower
Give your good self an icy cold shower
Missed it when the house of cards fell down
When the debt collectors screwed this town
Only immune when there’s a moon in June
Think again we saw through
What you called a new tune

All the real heel diggers gotta pick it up
You could still be Mr Big if you just pick it up
All the people scared of change gotta pick it up
Just like U did B4 adapt again and pick it up
All the feather nested pollies got to pick it up
We can see your bag of lollies just pick it up
All the old world thinkers got to pick it up
Delete the obsolete, refit, and pick it up

Been snoozin, ‘stead of movin
I’ve seen knackered snails
Go quicker than you’re movin
There’s got to be pain before any gain
Surely cutting down flying
is better than frying
Great species deep in faeces
But we can get clean
If we just ditch the routine

All the greedy Bs’ve got to pick it up
Give it up, quick, go stick it pick it up
All the lazy Cs got to pick it up
Sit up real quick get it moving and pick it up
All the feather nested pollies got to pick it up
We can see your bag of lollies just pick it up
All the lame fence sitters got to pick it up
You just gotta change or get an obit Tony pick it up
All the real heel diggers gotta pick it up
You could still be Mr Big if you just pick it up
All those afraid of change gotta pick it up
Just like U did before adapt again and pick it up
Track Name: Running With Your Eyes Shut
You’ve been running
You’ve been running
You’ve been running with your eyes shut

Did you know that when you shut your eyes
Everyone can see you?
Offer me what you want
I wouldn’t want to be you
Track Name: Burn More Coal
It’s not for me to know
Which part of you is stone
But any fool can see
A heart that’s not at home

Protective family man
So many future plans
But those silver cufflinks hide
A common sleight of hand

Musketeers are go
The alpha on the front line
Swashbuckle your soul
And victory will see you shine

It’s not for me to stand
On high or holy land
I’m just saying that’s one hell
Of a sebaceous gland
Awarded and applauded
Whose fault is it you bought it?

See the light sabres glow
Keep beating back the minus sign
Watch the sharpshooter show
And it will all be yours in time

Musketeers are go
The alpha on the front line
Swashbuckle your soul
And victory will see you shine
Musketeers are go
Here’s me whingeing on the sideline
Swashbuckle your soul
And victory will see you shine
See the light sabres glow
Keep beating back the minus sign
Watch the sharpshooter show
And you, my friend are the end of the line
Track Name: Day For Night
I’m twisted in the sheets
Like a corkscrew through the heat
Round and round without a sound
A sea of silence draws me down

Day for night no night today
Get your kicks on the lucid highway
All the colours, all the pretty colours
Calling a way to fall

I’ve accounted for all the sheep
I herded the words into a heap
Round and round no scent was found
I’ve beaten every thicket in the hunting ground

Day for night no night today
Get your kicks on the lucid highway
All the colours, all the pretty colours
Calling a way to fall

Searching for the something
To stop this endless worry ring
Round and round so tightly bound
Pull at the wool til your head’s unwound

Day for night no night today
Get your kicks on the lucid highway
All the colours, all the pretty colours
Calling a way to fall
Track Name: Still In Delphi
It goes way back
This train of thought
This vein of nought
Hear the future
The wisdom of today
Pythea has a way

The woman with the purest ways
She's taking the vapours, taking the vapours
(It's an ethylene scene)
It must be some malaise
She's taking the vapours, taking the vapours
(that old benzine routine)

It's all a frenzy
Beyond a doubt
Written off and written out
She just didn't know
Her elbow from her ass
They say it was a real gas

The woman with the purest ways
She's taking the vapours, taking the vapours
(It's an ethylene scene)
It must be some malaise
She's taking the vapours, taking the vapours
(that old benzine routine)
Track Name: Snowblind
The air was saturated
At the peak of Mount Hope
Snow encapsulated
The fire foretold
Senses stimulated
As the lies took hold
You must have incubated
A plan so cold
Must have calculated
The last known cent
Before you detonated
A life unspent

As you played a silent game
Watched the dream just fall away
Nobody saw it coming, you took us all
And the ones with the least
Had the furthest to fall

Underhand and understated
The nine yards got sold
Eyes were dilated
At the pot of fool’s gold
Should have interrogated
Instead of counting on
Maybe you can’t detect it
When conscience is gone

As you slowly snuffed the flame
Sent the dream along it’s way
Nobody saw it coming, you took us all
And the ones with the least
Had the furthest to fall

Each promise you break
Was never more than a paper plate
Something in our eyes
Blinked away the lies
We must have been snowblind

As the sun danced on in vain
You made a mountain turn to clay
Nobody saw it coming, you took us all
But the ones with the least
Had the furthest to fall

With the sun glinting over
The mountain peak
A flaming white cloud
With every word you speak
Stamp your feet warm
Now the path is clear
Launie and Steve
Meet Mark - the mutineer
Track Name: Full Stop Blue
Maybe it’s not too late
To change your scene
You could have a sure shot
If your barrel is clean
This could be your chance
To make a break
For the sunnier section
Across the lake

You could run for cover
There’s a driver waiting
Tapping at the wheel
As the day is waning
A glossy new page
With more kissable lips
That son of a gun
Could sure sink some ships

Looking down the range
Maybe the chemistry changed
You could see right through
To another you
Looking down the range
Maybe the chemistry changed
A hundred mile view
In left turn white and full stop blue

A pocketful of change
Could buy you some time
That’s riper and sweeter
Than what’s on the old vine
Forget what you said
And everything you did
It’s an unmade bed
Once you lie in it

Looking down the range
Maybe the chemistry changed
You could see right through
To another you
Looking down the range
Maybe the chemistry changed
A hundred mile view
In left turn white and full stop blue