THE DRONES
New Single / Clip – Taman Shud
In 1948 a man was found dead on Somerton Beach in South Australia. The strange and baffling circumstances of his death have become one of the world’s greatest unsolved crime mysteries and have fascinated crime historians everywhere except Australia ever since.
67 years later Right wingers rule the world uncontested because Left wingers earlier outlawed everybody’s right to call out people being assholes on the grounds that assholes also have the right to believe in the possibility of a Leftist Utopia in which nothing straight forward can ever be said.
Taman Shud is the result of that delusion and proof to the contrary.
Recorded at Tropical Fuckstorm Studios produced and engineered by Gareth Liddiard and Aaron Cupples. Video directed and edited by Chris Matthews at Defero Productions.
The Drones will be touring Europe this October/ November, all details can be found at thedrones.com.au
Taman Shud is available digitally on iTunes from October 13th
Independently through Tropical F*&k Storm Records and MGM Distribution.
TAMAN SHUD LYRICS
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
I don’t give a f*&k about no Anzacery
I don’t care you got it interest free
I ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
f*&k the Murdoch press
I don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain’t really there with any class warfare
the only thing I care abouts the
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
For all of the probing into whether he exists
the question’s still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
is sending a transmission but its inchoate
Don’t hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job
I think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don’t give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
I don’t give a f*&k if you can’t stop the boats
I ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt
It’s clear as
mud mud my Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Why did anybody feel the need to lie
‘less that’s Warsaw on the seashore
on the day he died?
Don’t nobody wonder where he’s been?
No tags no wallet
and his brains dry-cleaned
I don’t give a f*&k about f*&k off we’re full
I ain’t gonna send my kids to private school
I ain’t gonna grieve about no BHP
no silver spoons or mining booms
I don’t give a f*&k about your brick and tile
I don’t really care if you’re a pedophile
I don’t care about no Master Chef
it’s as appetizing as a whistle blower’s doom
or any French cartoon
nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom
why you think the whole world’s gotta be like you?
f*&k western supremacy
I ain’t sitting around being gallipolized
One man’s BBQ’s another’s hunger strike
Why’d I give a rat’s about your tribal tatts?
You came here in a boat you f*&king c*#t
My Taman Shud
everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud