Measured In Moons

by Kate Crowley

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As far as I know, there was no notable lunar event that led to the creation of Measured in Moons. I can however attest to the weird and wonderful happenings of the eve of the 24th day of the second month of 2012.

Attending a jam session, at a friend’s house, I began to suspect shenanigans, when other unexpected folk began arriving. There was no way I could begin to imagine the extent and impact of what was in store.
Bam! All of a sudden there I was being presented with a gorgeous, hand quilted, oversized cheque. Bewildered, I instinctively grabbed my mum’s hand like a bamboozled child. I held onto her as the tale of Joshua and Sivan’s plot unravelled. I had spoken to both of these lovely people on many occasions of recording another album, but alas, my coin jar was empty. So they decided to begin a secret online callout for donations to get the ball rolling. I’m still shocked by their actions and the amazingly generous response of not only friends and family, but of musicians and strangers. So here goes . . .

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released March 10, 2014

Kate Crowley – Vocal, Guitar
Rob Moss - Vocal, Clarinet, Guitar
Michael Waugh- Vocal
Todd Mayhew – Banjo, Vocal
Coen Dixon – Percussion, Vocal
Sivan Agam – Vocal, Cello
Hugh McDonald - Bass
Joshua Collings - Harmonica
Daniella Lucchetti - Vocal
Rebbeca Harris - Piano

Hugh Mcdonald - Recording and Production
Joshua Collings - Photography, Design, Cinematography

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Kate Crowley Melbourne, Australia

"With a voice like a force of nature, an effortlessly compelling presence, and a repertoire of finally honed gems, Kate Crowley will have even the soberest punter well intoxicated by the evenings end."

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Track Name: Marrar Moon
Well it’s four below zero in Marrar tonight,
I’m flat on my back laying in the moonlight,
and I’m thinking way back to the night before,
when we toasted the fires roar, yeah we toasted the fires roar.
You say the moon is non-verbal but ive heard her cry
“I’ll put on a show for you bastards tonight”
then she eclipsed and then she eclipsed.
But she must have been kind of shy, cause she only blinked half an eye.
 
At the dawn of the day we were mourning the stars,
then they were replaced by a million galahs,
we mucked around while you played your guitars,
and I said “hey watch this Trude, its my impression of the moon”
then I eclipsed, then I eclipsed,
but I must have been kind of high, cause I just couldn’t wipe this smile.
 
From Marrar to Wagga to Walwa to you,
ill drive seven hours to the smog and the gloom
and my shed in Brunswick doesn’t have a great view,
but I can still see the Marrar moon, ill light a fire and think of you,
think of you the Marrar moon.
 
But she must have been kind of shy, cause she only blinked half an eye
and I must have been kind of high, cause I just couldn’t wipe this smile
Track Name: Chelsea Hotel No.4
Well I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street.
 
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
That was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left
 
But you got away didn't you baby
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
 
Well I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous your heart was a legend
You told me again you prefer handsome men
 But for me you would make an exception
 
Then clenching your fists for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself and said “well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music”
 
But you got away didn't you baby
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
 
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I cant keep track of each fallen robin
But I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all
I don't even think of you that often
Track Name: Lake Baikal
You wrote to me from Canada
I wrote right back from the land of OZ
Vancouver is frozen on the 8th of December
And in Melbourne its rain rain rain
In Melbourne its rain rain rain
 
One of these days, one of these days
We should both just up and leave
You’d agree to meet me someplace in between
One of these days, one of these days
We should both just up and leave
You’d agree to meet me someplace in between
Your land my land and the sea
 
I was out rambling on the night that we first met
Stumbled on a square dance, found a tall man,
and I asked him for a cigarette.
But now what I wouldn’t pay to hear you read to me, read to me
Lay me down and then read to me
 
One of these days, one of these days
We should both just up and leave
You’d agree to meet me someplace in between
One of these days, one of these days
We should both just up and leave
You’d agree to meet me someplace in between
Your land my land and the sea
 
Oh Lake Baikal
Ill meet you at Lake Baikal
 
I can see you lying there, whisky in your hand
The banjos on the bed again,
Here I go, here I stand
I tell you that I must go, this aint my land
Then you pull me close and we sway to the band
Sway to the band
 
One of these days, one of these days
We should both just up and leave
You’d agree to meet me someplace in between
One of these days, one of these days
We should both just up and leave
You’d agree to meet me someplace in between
Your land my land and the sea
 
Oh Lake Baikal
Ill meet you at Lake Baikal
Track Name: Double Negative
Maybe you should alter your perspective
Cause all Im picking up on is negative
No I don't’t like the way you looked at me
All side long all winter long
 
And I aint never hurt no body
No I aint never hurt no one
All winter long
 
Maybe just a few
Maybe I hurt one or two
 
But I am just a vessel for sympathy
I carry the weight that you left for me
 
No women don't forget
They’ve got no time for regret
 
You wait in the jaws of a new year
And I jump crazy forward to show you
That there aint noth’n to fear
And I am on a short leash
And I’m lead by the moon
And maybe baby that is why I always jump to soon
 
But listen here
Im still choking on last years tears, choking on last years tears
I said “boom” listen here
Im still choking on last years tears
 And I am on a short leash and I’m lead by the moon
Track Name: Skeletons And Sirens
keletons and sirens all on the shores of the Aran Islands
 
I could have a man in every port
I could have left a trail of broken buoys
That's not what I wanted though it’s hardly a choice
If you listen carefully to my voice
 
I was sailing east on the rising tide
My trusty boat my sails hoisted high
The hull was patched with paper the colour of milk
The sails were woven of hair
The texture of the rawest silk
 
Oh no no oh no no no
Now there came something strange
It came when the wind changed,
And French soldiers told me
That your love is like a storm at sea
 
I awoke awash on a foreign shore
The birds had stolen my sails and both my oars
Three women of the sea
They approached me
And speaking in pirates French, 
They asked me
 
They said “oh no girl, where have you been
no clothes, no hair, no skin?
Oh it must, it must have been
the devil the devil you have seen”
 
And I said oh no no no
No there came something strange
It came when the wind changed,
And French soldiers told me
That your love is like a storm at sea
 
So I climbed aboard the sailors boat
The hull was cast of iron and sails were stone
It was the company that lent this vessel buoyancy
And we sailed on peacefully
On six of the seven seas
Six of the seven seas
 
As we sailed on so long
The flesh it scattered from my bones
Leaving only skeleton exposed
A swirling from the sea arose
 
I cried Oh no no no
Oh no no no
 
Now when I sing, its in the shape of a wave
Yes now when I sing its in the shape of a wave
Watch me watch me dissipate
In the shape of a wave
In the shape of a wave.
Track Name: End Of The World Blues
Well see this old lady, she used to be crazy
She used to be happy, but not today
Cause she is grey
Grey is right next to blue
 
Well somebody told me, that this old lady
That this old lady, that she is doomed
And its true
But it's the same for me and you
 
And there’s something about knowing when your time is through
Cause the water is rising before my eyes
I got the end of the world blues
 
Well I had me a lover, three winters long now
Thought he was my man, thought he was strong
But now he’s gone
Son of a bitch is gone
He said “oh let me hold you, honey don't cry,
Just let me tell you, let me tell you one more lie”
Lord knows how they lie
 
But you’re better off alone
When you got the end of the world blues
Cause the water is rising before my eyes
I got the end of the world blues
 
Well I don't know exactly what we are,
Don’t think I’ll grow old
Don’t think we’ll make it that far
Not if what I say is true
 
We should all have a serious case
Off the end of the world blues
Cause the water is rising before my eyes
I got the end of the world blues
Track Name: Little Activist
Well this passive little activist
Has found an active activist
A fierce and wild activist
With which to share my world
He is tall dark and animated
Gorgeous in the strangest ways
And I would scratch out all their eyes,
Just to be your girl
 
He’s got the courage of his conviction,
I’ve gone and traded in my old addictions,
For just a little more time,
I need a little more time just a little more time
 
First you roll me up then unravel me
You’re all tenderness then you challenge me
Seems I can’t see a single way that I can’t be your girl
But I can’t be your girl
 
I’ve got the courage of my convictions
I may have hesitated but baby listen
I need a little more time, just a little more time
Track Name: Tree Sit
Well I'm still searching for that perfect tree sit,
No one threatening to chop me down,
This is real high society
Ain't no one on the ground for miles around
 
Ba baba baba ba
Ba baba baba baba ba
Ladada lada da da da
 
And I peer through the leaves of the neighbouring trees
I see my sisters and brothers and their husbands and lovers
Yes I peer through the leaves of the neighbouring trees
I see my sisters and brothers and their husbands and lovers
 
On a northerly wind it comes,
The sound of pounding, like thunder on the drums
My brothers are marking time
Perched way up here among the vine
 
Ba baba baba ba
Ba baba baba baba ba
Ladada lada da da da
 
And I peer through the leaves of the neighboring trees
I see my sisters and brothers and their husbands and lovers
Yes I peer through the leaves of the neighboring trees
I see my sisters and brothers and their husbands and lovers
 
If you’re looking for ways to be free
Hoist yourself up here to the canopy,
Raise your voice, swing your legs and sing
With all the other songbirds
Out here on a limb
 
We know how to begin
 
 
Ba baba baba ba
Ba baba baba baba ba
Ladada lada da da da
Track Name: Whisper
Midday on a Thursday, on smith st Collingwood
Im retracing my steps through the wayward old neighbourhood
The corner’s looking lonely, mob’s not out today
The talk in the post office is of the moon last night
And how it bought the crazies
This whole towns fucking crazy
 
No it’s not the kind of place where you whisper
Oh no it’s not the kind of place where you whisper
 
Im walking past the park bench see the crazy drunk Irishman
He looks at me and screams “hey girl, you ever been to Galway?”
Well what a girl to say
I said of course I been to Galway
I’ve been to Dublin, to Cork and all the way back to Galway bay
 
No it’s not the kind of place where you whisper
Oh no it’s not the kind of place where you whisper
It's the kind of place where you scream it out red faced
With that taste in your mouth
That taste in your mouth
And that stain on your blouse
 
So I sit down on the park bench and ask ”are you homesick?”
He said “ill spit this out real quick, I need I need a woman’s perspective”
“OK you’ll have to be more clear you see, a woman’s perspective, the concepts just endless”
I turn to go he grabs my hand
His name is Frank he says
“and her name is Maggie and I love her”
 
I said “I’ll spread the word”
Guess I’ll be late for work
 
No it’s not the kind of place where you whisper
Oh no, it’s not the kind of place, where you whisper
It's the kind of place where you scream it out red faced
With that taste in your mouth
That taste in your mouth
And that big ugly stain on your blouse
 
Many moons ago I lived above he pub down the road
Fewer moons ago I lived below the road
Underground
Trying to cut out some sound
 
But it’s not that kind of place
Track Name: Winter
In a moment of lapsed concentration
I turned my back on the sun
Could have sworn I was ready for winter to come
Now I know that I didn't optimize
The rays that I should use to revitalize my weary eyes
Now I’m squinting through the glare
The shame of trees with their branches bare
 
Now that winter has come,
Hold me closer
Now that winter has come,
My bravery is all but gone
 
On the dark side of the mountain
Days are shutting up shop much too soon
Oh the nights are stretching on
I’ve grown so tired of the moon
And the mud on my driveway
Is in cahoots with the ice on the grass blades
 
Now that winter has come,
Hold me closer
Now that winter has come,
My bravery is all but gone
 
Just when I think
That the madness runs deep
That there will be no reprieve
In bursts spring
It’s such a shiny thing
Track Name: Song For The Moon
When she looked up and into the moon
The impression was left in her minds eye
A silver white disk in her brain
That she would recall
Again and again and again and again
 
She is up to her neck in the mud
And she’s calling for me
I don't have a stick or a rope I can throw
If I reach out now, I’ll tumble down into the mud
Tumble down, down, down, down
 
Na na na nana
Na na na na na nana na
Na na na nana
Na na na na na nana na
 
She saw the moon and called it bananas
But It doesn’t matter, cause the moon would still answer
She don’t care for semantics, the moon isn’t verbal
A brother’s a sister, a lover’s a killer
It's the moon
 
She is up to her neck in the mud
And she’s calling for me
I don't have a stick or a rope I can throw
If I reach out now, I’ll tumble down into the mud
Tumble down, down, down, down
 
Na na na nana
Na na na na na nana na
Na na na nana
Na na na na na nana na