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Time & Memory

by NEW TALK

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1.
Red Tuesday 04:17
Can you feel just how the wind breaks? Through all the rubble, through all that remains? Well all things, they pass, still exactly the same, Time circles, time’s flat, bronzed horses in swathes. The leaves fall, on the banks where I lay, To be lost, in a face, resting numb on cold slate, Will we ever get out? Will we ever leave this place? I hear hooves over hills, echoes cut through the straight. These clouds of unknowing can shroud all that appears, To be connected by lines, on these maps we hold dear, And I know, that these mokes, will soon buckle and bray, But their labour builds love, time’s burden will stay. Well, everybody’s trying to find or see, That there’s just somewhere else to be, And when things really quite aren’t what they seem. One can always just swim upstream.
2.
There’s no real pleasure, in this life of mine, No pleasure but meanness, drama and strife, Lay my wreath in the sand, where the sea meets the earth and sighs, Well, I’ve been told, “A Good Man is Hard to Find.” But one not need look if another sun shines and shines, Well, you’ll ask no questions, but all will answer in time, And here in this land, where the red dirt lies and lies, Well, I’ve been told, “A Good Man is Hard to Find.” Will I wait for my fortunes to be sown? The life you say today, may be your own, I’ll write my own stories, tell my tales to be told, I’ll quicken my own pulse, when I cut off my blindfold. “Heave ho, A Good Man is in tow, Well, the life you say today, may be your own. Heave Ho, A Good Man is in tow, The life you save today, well, it may be your own.”
3.
They crossed the gully and the flooded plains, With just the skin on their backs, raw with aches and pains, Guns cocked at their temples with no ebb or sway, I guess that’s one way to rule, with no contest or race. She stumbled over stones that were strategically placed, And they unloaded the chamber right into her brain, But she was not the first, nor to be the last, For under western skies, there’s no such thing as the past. For how much longer, do I have to wait? How much time do I mark, before I have my say? To suffer no longer, to be free where I lay, Let the silver bells bloom, moulded from the same, Filmer’s Clay. Under flashing lights, she moved to wide-eyed sighs, And took aim at an apple Adam left behind, But no man is an island and she’s not lost at sea, Her prints in the sand will always deserve to be. Forever still, radiant in light, The call of new mornings, is right in our sights, But we still have to live through this deep, deep night, And for my life, eyes are wide, but I’m still borne blind. For how much longer, do I have to wait? How much time do I mark, before I have my say? To suffer no longer, to be free where I lay, Let the silver bells bloom, moulded from the same, Filmer’s Clay.
4.
Your past comes back to haunt you, Trails of red ochre, traced in blue, “Lord knows, your time ain’t long,” To spend in the shadow of another’s song. I stand before you mute, my heart to rue, The failures I have seen fit to pursue, Well, “I shall not be moved,” Your past comes back to haunt you. Your past comes back to haunt you, And it will claim you, it will own you. Perched on the edge of the sprawl, One moves beyond the fear of the fall. What we talk about, is not love or wanting, But of needing, all of us, a mare-filled sky, Well, it’s true, your past comes back to haunt you, And I will see you, every time, I wake and feel anew. I see you every time your past comes back to haunt me, I see you every time your past comes back to haunt me. (For Eddie)
5.
Cast Out 05:39
Time is in translation, Muttered in misheard memos, “I am lost in a labyrinth,” You’ve got work to do. They’ve cut off, all of our water, Thrown away, all our food, “I am lost in a labyrinth,” You’ve got work to do. And all the names, I’ve read, Filed into births, and deaths, “I am lost in a labyrinth,” We’ve all got work to do. All the things we’ll remember, Are what they’re dying to forget, “I am lost in a labyrinth,” We’ve all got work to do.
6.
Amytis 05:40
These ill-forgotten tracks, They’re running silver and exact, Through the plumes of grey smokestacks, They cut a path, asking, “don’t look back.” Like the storm raging from one’s bell, Well, there’s a longing to be held, With our boundless plains to share, In a holding cell. “When we came here, We came here with nothing, And when I leave, I’ll feel like I left something.” The waves spit and splatter their spume, Course through all our open wounds, A child’s cocoon is left marooned, Their blue eyes, fading white, with the moon. Ribs protrude, from my broken form, As the sky reveals its forlorn swarm, Masses of horses, Men, hooded and high, With their scythes raised above, the lined bars I abide. “When we came here, We came here with nothing, And when I leave, I’ll feel like I left something.” And I saw, a bright mountain rise, Right out of the sea, And at its peak, I swear, There’s a reflection of me. And there can be, a hanging garden, For all to see, But, you can’t plant a prayer, And hope is not a seed. Amytis, I long for thee. Amytis, I long for thee.
7.
Is this who I am? Or, who I’ve become? These words, that I’ve sung, They are not, of one and one. What do you remember? Relive all your mistakes? Like a fire, reduced to embers, Like a sleep you cannot awake. People don’t forget, And, people don’t forget, Until, your bones meet the earth, Until, your ash leaves its wind’s worth, People don’t forget, And it’s getting harder to forgive. How does one go on? When there is no voice for song? Like the lyre’s constant hum, With the horsemen’s beating drum. Well, I hear that there’s a place, For those who kneel, at their own fate, It’s an altar, wrought of disgrace, Sacrificed on one’s silken lace, “The Truth does not change.” People don’t forget, And, people don’t forget, Until, your bones meet the earth, Until, your ash leaves its wind’s worth, People don’t forget, And it’s getting harder to forgive. People don’t forget, And, people don’t forget, Hell is not others to know, Hell is one’s self, to be shown, And, while we strive to rearrange, “The Truth does not change.”
8.
Frida 06:01
Do you keep going? Are you lifting enough? Don’t turn away, For there is much you have not seen. Do you keep going? Are you lifting too much? Your name’s etched, Your promise is kept. Time & Memory, Stood, forever still, Out of body, Over rolling foothills. A dread, I cannot forget, A love, that never settles, but sets, A cold hand, in a warm embrace, How I long for your face. “I tried to drown my sorrows, But the bastards learned to swim.” Everything, all at once. Everything, it’s too much.

about

With their return marked by the release of powerfully emotive singles ‘Amytis’ and ‘Frida’, Perth’s NEW TALK are thrilled to unveil their highly anticipated sophomore album ‘Time and Memory’.

The album displays both their missives on patriarchy, toxic masculinity, contemporary Australian issues and deeply personal reflections on love and death. Drawing from varied references and their own well of experiences, the album aims to draw people in through directness and unity.

“Working with Dave (Parkin) again was an absolute no-brainer, as he is a wizard who completely understood what we were trying to achieve, gently pushing the boat out further. We wanted to work with Sarah (Register) after her spellbinding meld with Protomartyr blew us away and figured we had found a kindred spirit - this proved to be the case.

This record really reflects our core values, what we hold dear, a grabbag of missives, forlorn birdsongs and rubbery memory - but it's also hopeful, defiant and hopefully worthwhile. When everything's all at once, you owe it to yourself to try - we feel like we have and we hope you do too.”

The last few years saw the band release their debut album ‘A Handful Of Ash’ (under their previous name Rag n’ Bone), which landed them in Triple J Unearthed’s top 50 most played artists for 2017, and rang in at #5 in the West Australian’s Top 10 Albums of the Year. They also played festivals such as Falls Festival, SOTA, Baybeats (Singapore) and Concrete & Grass (China), and shows with Stiff Little Fingers, Future Of The Left, Amyl & The Sniffers, WAAX, Jen Cloher and Ecca Vandal, to name a few.

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released April 9, 2021

Written, performed and produced by NEW TALK
Lyrics by Axel Carrington except for 'Frida' by Kiera Owen & Axel Carrington.
Recorded and mixed by Dave Parkin, Blackbird Studio Western Australia, 2019
Mastered by Sarah Register, New York
Artwork by Marc Gabrielle Loh


NEW TALK acknowledge the traditional owners of the land on which this album was made: the Whadjuk people of the Noongar Nation and pay their respects to all elders, past, present & emerging. Sovereignty was never ceded - always was, always will be Aboriginal land.

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