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jiguma dreaming

by Neil Porter

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1.
Across The Water © Neil Porter 2007 You were a young and lovely Sydney girl Your first love had come undone You were a builder’s youngest daughter You met a mother’s only son I hear he swept you off your feet You thought the good times had begun You were a builder’s youngest daughter You had a sailor’s only son He sailed across the water Then you were settling down A builder’s youngest daughter He was a new man in town You always did your best for him And I know he made you smile He wasn’t quite the man you’d hoped he’d be Perhaps you knew that all the while He sailed across the water You thought you’d settle him down A builder’s youngest daughter He was a man about town I still see you in your lonely chair And it always makes me sad I don’t think he meant to leave you there He never knew you felt so bad
2.
Coastal Daze 05:16
Coastal Daze © Neil Porter 10/10/2005 It’s just another day In just another coastal town It could be anywhere But we’ve got you coming ‘round We’ll walk down to the River Mouth Where sapphire turns to turquoise On the edges of the bay We’ve got you coming over It’s just another coastal day The endless sets roll in A moby dances in the bay And Sydney’s far from here On just another coastal day We got your news today We heard you buzzing on the Sydney line Next June’s not far away It’s as if you’d been here yesterday And we know you’re doing fine We’ll take you to the water’s edge We’ll swim just like your younger days Like we did when you lived here And you’ll dive under the waves And disappear Walk around the cliff-top trail Stop at lookouts on the way Enjoy you being here On yet another coastal day We’ll walk down to the River Mouth Where sapphire turns to turquoise On the edges of the bay We’ve got you coming over It’s just another coastal day We’ll take the highway south Head down the Teararse through the trees There’s no-one else about Forever empty sand and sea And we’ll take you to the water’s edge We’ll swim just like your younger days Like we did when you lived here And you’ll dive under the waves And disappear You surface on the other side Laughing as you flick your hair Wipe water from your eyes And you say how good it feels To be alive
3.
Clouds Across The Sky © 2006 Neil Porter I’m just sitting back Watching scattered clouds drift ‘cross the sky Contemplating what’s gone wrong Puzzled by the how and why CHORUS A: Will the magic river eagle Still be fishing on the wing? Will the gentle ocean giants Still have their songs to sing? I’ve been thinking ‘bout a baby girl And her time here on this earth How her world will look to her Half a century from her birth CHORUS A: Will the magic river eagle Still be fishing on the wing? Will the gentle ocean giants Still have their songs to sing? I saw the news today Glaciers are falling in the sea No one’s really sure Exactly what this means for you and me CHORUS A: Will the magic river eagle Still be fishing on the wing? Will the gentle ocean giants Still have their songs to sing? I’ve been sitting back Watching scattered clouds drift ‘cross the sky Puzzled by this crazy place Puzzled by the how and why INSTRUMENTAL VERSE CHORUS B: Have we let things go too far? It seems too late, we can’t agree I quite like it here This planet really means the world to me
4.
Gulaga Dreaming © Neil Porter 5/2006 Another breakfast on the road In my bower above Batemans Bay Watching the river boats Strain against the tide to get away Who owns these hands? Who owns the face behind the mirror? Whose thoughts are these? That drift around inside my head? I try to see things differently It seems the more you look Sometimes the more you see Small things say so much to me Sometimes a different light Can lead to better sight Gulaga watches out to sea The mother mountain sees me passing by Najanuga at her feet Barranguba playing in the ocean free These Yuin lands What history played out in my garden? These stolen shores These remnants of a dreamtime song Can hardly wait to get back home Too many hours on this lonely road Too much time to think Too much time to be out here on my own These timeless days These hours of hope and meditation Your warm embrace My old man’s hands, this ancient place I try to see things differently It seems the more you look Sometimes the more you see Small things say so much to me Sometimes a different light Can lead to better sight Another breakfast on the road In my bower above Batemans Bay Watching the river boats Strain against the tide to get away Who owns these hands? Who owns the face behind the mirror? Whose thoughts are these? That drift around inside my head? Who owns these hands? Who owns the face behind the mirror? Whose thoughts are these? That drift around inside my head?
5.
Blue Pool 04:04
Blue Pool © 2007 Neil Porter Well I’m packing up the wagon Time to do some camping by the sea It's ninety ks to Paradise Ninety ks from nowhere you and me Heading up to Bermi Pick a beach that isn’t far away The water temp’s been falling You couldn’t get this man in there, no way Blue Pool Warmer than the ocean Blue Pool Quite the place to be Blue Pool Poetry in motion Blue Pool Hangin’ in the sun sounds fine to me Fine to me Fine to me Blue Pool Blue Pool Warmer than the ocean Blue Pool Quite the place to be Blue Pool Poetry in motion Blue Pool Hangin’ in the sun sounds fine to me Fine to me Fine to me Blue Pool Fresh caught calamari Fishing boats that loiter in the bay Moto Guzzi mayhem 80 years and clearly here to stay Gelato by the seaside Get to taste the ones you want for free Talk of Rome and Vespas Just about as cool as you can be
6.
Follow The Black Line © 2007 Neil Porter I admire your persistence I’m confused by modern times Seems there’s no place for resistance Take a break and follow the black line Take a break and follow the black line When I see your situation Though you say you’re doing fine I can feel your indignation Better off to follow the black line Better off to follow the black line When it gets too hot out there I follow the black line Looking for a different point of view Floating free the rhythm right I empty out my mind Dreaming in that silent world of blue You might feel dissatisfaction Have another glass of wine You’re surprised at my reaction Let it go and follow the black line Let it go and follow the black line When it gets too hot out there I follow the black line Looking for a different point of view Floating free the rhythm right I empty out my mind Dreaming in that silent world of blue I take a line of least resistance Keep my distance at all times Don’t give in to your insistence Get a life and follow the black line Get a life and follow the black line When it gets too hot out there I follow the black line Looking for a different point of view Floating free the rhythm right I empty out my mind Dreaming in that silent world of blue When it gets too hot out there I follow the black line Dreaming in that silent world of blue When it gets too hot out there I follow the black line Dreaming in that silent world of blue When it gets too hot out there I follow the black line Dreaming in that silent world of blue etc
7.
Things Must Change © Neil Porter 2007 You’ve got your hoodie up The cone of silence down Your buds are in your ears Don’t want to turn around Things have to change Things just have to change You’re staying out all night I don’t know who you’re seeing Get home and want a fight You think I’ve got no feelings? Things have to change Things just have to change This just can’t go on Don’t know what’s gone wrong But I want us to talk about it You’ve got me seeing red I don’t know what I said But we’ve just got to talk about it This just can’t go on And I don’t know what I’ve done wrong But I want us to talk about it Talk about it It’s not so long ago We used to be best friends There was no toe to toe There were no rifts to mend Things have to change Things just have to change Things can’t go on this way You know what I’m saying Another week like this And I’m not staying Things have to change Things just have to change This just can’t go on Don’t know what’s gone wrong But I want us to talk about it You’ve got me seeing red I don’t know what I said But we’ve just got to talk about it This just can’t go on And I don’t know what I’ve done wrong But I want us to talk about it We’ve just got to talk about it If things don’t pick up soon I don’t know what I’ll do You mean so much to me I thought I meant the same to you I just don’t understand The way you make me feel I can’t take it anymore Things just have to change
8.
So You’ll Know © 2007 Neil Porter You’ve been building me up You’ve been putting me down Stealing my dreams at night I still love you my friend But you’re messing me ‘round Feeling beat up without a fight You might think you know me But you just can’t control me That was long ago Things aren’t like they were then We’ll always be good friends I’m just saying so you’ll know Just saying so you’ll know Saying so you’ll know Just saying so you’ll know Saying so you’ll know It’s not real hard to see You’re in need of repair But I’m afraid I’m just not the guy You lived life to the full For such a long while Maybe you’ve run out of time You might think you know me But you just can’t control me That was long ago Things aren’t like they were then We’ll always be good friends I’m just saying so you’ll know Just saying so you’ll know Saying so you’ll know Just saying so you’ll know Saying so you’ll know When we were young We were like brothers in arms And brothers don’t always agree Brothers in arms Might have suited us then But things might have changed for me You might think you know me But you just can’t control me That was long ago Things aren’t like they were then We’ll always be good friends I’m just saying so you’ll know Just saying so you’ll know Saying so you’ll know Just saying so you’ll know Saying so you’ll know
9.
Well Enough Alone © 2007 Neil Porter Tell me again how they started, These sad, dark days I don’t understand What the passing of time now betrays Can you tell me what they did that for? When this began we’d been walking A fine, fine line Just one big mistake by our leaders Both yours and mine Can you tell me what they did that for? Did we really need another war? Couldn’t we have stayed at home? Sometimes we should leave the genie in the bottle Sometimes just leave well enough alone Sometimes we should leave the genie in the bottle Sometimes just leave well enough alone Bad news running like a downhill bike Wheels don’t touch the ground Bad news coming at the speed of light My head’s just spinning ‘round Spinning ‘round What will become of the soldiers Who came home from war? How can they be the same people They were before? Can you tell me what they did that for? Did we really need another war? Couldn’t we have stayed at home? Sometimes we should leave the genie in the bottle Sometimes just leave well enough alone What of the hundreds of thousands Whose lives were lost? Those that have lied Sent the others to pay the cost Can you tell me what they did that for? Did we really need another war? Couldn’t we have stayed at home? Sometimes we should leave the genie in the bottle Sometimes just leave well enough alone Sometimes we should leave the genie in the bottle Sometimes just leave well enough alone Tell me again how they started, These sad, dark days
10.
Nashville Night © 2006 Neil Porter You were up there on the silver screen With Hank’s guitar playing sweet and clean On the silver screen Family and friends on a Nashville night Perfect songs with the sound just right What a Nashville night! You’re living in the moment Take me through the past Once again Emmylou was a young man’s dream An angel voice in a cowgirl theme Still a young man’s dream Felt a chill when I saw her there With her voice so sweet and true and rare When I saw her there You’re living in the moment Take me through the past Once again Take me back through memories You’ve got me looking at my life Those two nights at the Ryman Left me dreaming Prairie Wind You’ve been around for years Now you’re coming ‘round again You sang about the needle and the damage done Still makes me cry like it did back then The damage done Couldn’t wait I had to tell someone “Every junkie’s like a setting sun” I had to tell someone I had to tell someone You’re living in the moment Take me through the past Once again Take me back through memories You’ve got me looking at my life You were up there on the silver screen With Hank’s guitar playing sweet and clean On the silver screen Family and friends on a Nashville night Perfect songs with the sound just right What a Nashville night! What a Nashville night!
11.
The Big Dry 05:38
The Big Dry © 2006 Neil Porter Things don’t stay the same Things just don’t turn out right We’ve had so many years Living with the dust The summer sun so hot We hardly sleep at night Getting sick and tired Of living on the edge But when the rains come down Heartache will wash away Might live to work another day An end to broken ground An end to endless sighs Won’t have to give this land away What if rain never came And this was all there is? What if we walk away To think it’s come to this Another summer night Another weary summer day We’re getting closer To giving it all away But when the rains come down Heartache will wash away Might live to work another day An end to broken ground An end to endless sighs Won’t have to give this land away ********************** Maybe we’ll go away Maybe we’ll sell this land But who’d be buying this Land of dreams we’ve lost? Acres of broken ground Rivers of useless tears Lifetime of wasted years Left here in the dust But when the rains come down Heartache will wash away Might live to work another day An end to broken ground An end to endless sighs Won’t have to give this land away **********************
12.
Winds Of Change © Neil Porter June 2007 Looking north across the bay Winter winds have found Their way down from the mountains Winter swells arrived today I can see them march Across the dark horizon I opened up the daily news That was the first mistake I made this winter morning I’m battling the winter blues Once again the cold and rain Have crept in uninvited But seasons change It’s not too long to wait ‘Til winter turns to springtime And seasons change For you and me Even in these darkest days There is a little ray of hope That glimmers in the distance There may have been a small delay But seasons turn as sure as Night turns into daytime Summer seems so far away But it’s bound to come and break The icy spell we’re under Though the skies are dark and grey The turnaround will come and we’ll Live warm and bright new days Seasons change It’s not too long to wait ‘Til winter turns to springtime And seasons change For you and me
13.
Blown Away 05:46
Blown Away © 2006 Neil Porter I’m so sad Another sleepless night Heartless missiles flying Desperate people crying Over there It’s so bad I don’t know how you sleep All of this attention No signs of intervention Over there Leaders give the orders Someone pulls the trigger Someone straps the bombs on Someone aims the missile They all make decisions All except the targets They get blown away It can’t be These pictures can’t be real Demolishing a nation Killing moderation Over there I can’t see How this can ever heal Politicians lying Frightened people dying Over there Armies do the fighting No-one wants to be there No-one wants to die there No-one seems to listen No-one hears the children No-one has the answers They all get blown away
14.
Doing The Eggshell Walk © 2005 Neil Porter We lie awake at daybreak And you ask me how the world gets on outside Another shattered marketplace Another scattered day of broken lives I’m scared to turn the news on In the morning Don’t know what might happen In my sleep They’ve got you and me Doing the Eggshell Walk Doesn’t seem like Freedom much to me Streets of Paris burning Someone else’s city, could be yours A signal of frustration With the growing gap dividing rich and poor I’m scared to turn the news on In the morning Don’t know what might happen In my sleep They’ve got you and me Doing the Eggshell Walk Doesn’t seem like Freedom much to me They send ‘em home in body bags 2000 already, there’ll be more We don’t count the other side 30,000 people, that’s the score Getting scared to wake up In the morning Anything could happen In your sleep They’ve got you and me Doing the Eggshell Walk Doesn’t seem like Freedom much to me You put one foot forward And you look around You shade your eyes And you test the ground You jump at shadows And you shy at sounds If you wonder why you’re dancing You’re doing the Eggshell Walk Starting to get angry In the morning Starting to have nightmares In my sleep They’ve got you and me Doing the Eggshell Walk Seems like an unholy mess to me

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“It really sounds great. While many songs cover heavy subjects it all comes off uplifting and thought provoking. Everything sounds really well mastered, presenting all the various wonderful performances by Neil and his fellow contributors in a rich and clear sonic space. Much enjoyed, and the CD and insert look good too.”
— Peter Greenstone

"'jiguma dreaming' is an excellent example of self-produced home-made recording. Neil’s music has a signature sound, a result of his hypnotic acoustic guitar grooves and almost "Island" sense of ease and dreaminess. His vocals, layered and EQ’d in his unique way, float through each track like a buzzing didjeridu, saying things far more complex than his well-crafted short lines can hold. Lyrics from Gulaga Dreaming come to mind:

Who owns these hands?
Who owns the face behind the mirror?
Whose thoughts are these?
That drift around inside my head?

There is always a sense of something else going on, ghosts and too personal histories and haunting regrets. Neil’s personal sense of redemption and optimism enables him to transcend any wished-for happier endings, however.

There is also a sense of place on this CD: Australia, remote and dry and nearly forgotten, but more alive than gardens and city squares:

We’ll swim just like your younger days / Like we did when you lived here
And you’ll dive under the waves /And disappear
You surface on the other side / Laughing as you flick your hair
Wipe water from your eyes /And you say how good it feels
To be alive

A sense of place, just as each of his song-narrative has a sense of self. These are not anonymous songs; rather, they are songs with a strong perspective, even if that perspective is searching and self-questioning. Yet, Neil’s honesty and self-analysis is so clear, the messages become universal, applicable to all places, all selves. A sign of great writing."
- Tobin Mueller

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released July 7, 2007

All vocals and instruments by Neil Porter except for additional contributions as listed below:

Gulaga Dreaming: didge - Jason Gazda
Blue Pool: keys - Alf Solti, drums - Mike Watkins, backing vocals - Jan Porter and Anne Cozean
Follow The Black Line: keys - Alf Solti
Things Must Change: lead guitar - Thor Oliversen, keys - Alf Solti, backing vocals - Anne Cozean and Jan Porter
The Big Dry: backing vocals - Jan Porter
Seasons Change: guitar - RT Cooper
Blown Away: guitar - Fran Dagostino
Doing The Eggshell Walk (Bonus Track): guitar - Fran Dagostino, keys: John Libby, drums - Mike Watkins

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Singer songwriter from Pambula Beach in Australia.

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