Bunyip (https://www.facebook.com/BunyipBand) are a skunge band from Ballarat, Australia (I've no idea what skunge is, possibly a mix of punk, metal and blues?). They've been around since 2016 and their name is shared with a creature from the aboriginal mythology of southeastern Australia, said to lurk in swamps, billabongs, creeks, riverbeds, and waterholes.
They've just released a new 3 track ep titled Swampsong which will appeal to those amongst you who like their rock music down and dirty. Think C.O.F.F.I.N in a ruck with AC/DC with (on track 3, Murky Waters) a bit of death metal demonic type vocals thrown in.
You can get the ep here : https://bunyip.bandcamp.com/album/swampsong-ep
This is the opening track. Featuring a line up of Goonsack Neddy (Guitars & Vocals), Gaston (Guitars), Curtis Musgrave-Evans (Bass & Backing Vocals), Matt Davenport (Drums), Dakota King & Mel Hayward (Backing Vocals), it's a song that suggests life's a journey that is preordained and you can only make the best of the hand you're dealt. It's called Dodged A Bullet...
Now listen up people, I met a woman,
I laid it on real thick,
And she was eating up what I put down,
And things got heavy quick,
Went out me way to spoil her,
Was nothing I wouldn't do,
Even tried to put a fucking ring on her finger,
Thought she'd be me final root,
But then she said goodbye,
Took leave of my life,
I was spewing as I watched all my dreams swiftly dissipate,
But I think of freedom gained,
From doors slammed in my face,
And all the skirt now mine to chase...
Got in a bingle one morning,
After a night on the piss,
A truck came roaring through a give way sign,
Cleaned me up and fucking knocked me for six,
Johnny hoppers came to report it,
"Just give us one long breath... righto.",
Stared down the barrel of a DUI as I blew 0.110,
So my fate was decided,
My plans were all turned to shit,
I lost my job and my license,
Fully hit the skids,
But when I thought about it real hard,
Black clouds were silver lined,
And all roads had led to this...
And in my darkness I could see,
Paths that went unwandered and choices poorly made,
But a trick of the light,
Made all too plain,
Bullets that lie in chambers still,
Etched with my name...
So I guess that's where the lesson of the story lies,
You're not in charge of which way the jism flies,
You can only play the ball that you have been bowled,
And make the most of the result...
I laid it on real thick,
And she was eating up what I put down,
And things got heavy quick,
Went out me way to spoil her,
Was nothing I wouldn't do,
Even tried to put a fucking ring on her finger,
Thought she'd be me final root,
But then she said goodbye,
Took leave of my life,
I was spewing as I watched all my dreams swiftly dissipate,
But I think of freedom gained,
From doors slammed in my face,
And all the skirt now mine to chase...
Got in a bingle one morning,
After a night on the piss,
A truck came roaring through a give way sign,
Cleaned me up and fucking knocked me for six,
Johnny hoppers came to report it,
"Just give us one long breath... righto.",
Stared down the barrel of a DUI as I blew 0.110,
So my fate was decided,
My plans were all turned to shit,
I lost my job and my license,
Fully hit the skids,
But when I thought about it real hard,
Black clouds were silver lined,
And all roads had led to this...
And in my darkness I could see,
Paths that went unwandered and choices poorly made,
But a trick of the light,
Made all too plain,
Bullets that lie in chambers still,
Etched with my name...
So I guess that's where the lesson of the story lies,
You're not in charge of which way the jism flies,
You can only play the ball that you have been bowled,
And make the most of the result...
No comments:
Post a Comment