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Somewhere Under The Rainbow

by The Jane Austen Argument

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Gates Apco
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Gates Apco I saw them in Vancouver with Amanda Palmer. Holes and Under the Rainbow are the best songs. Favorite track: Holes.
Lorissa
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Lorissa I really love this album, I've listened to it a dozen times probably. I love singing along with Tom's lyrics. Thank you so much for such beautiful work! Favorite track: Maintain the Madness.
Solène
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Solène After listening to this album dozens of time on the site I had to buy it so I could listen to it dozens of time everywhere. Favorite track: When The End Of The World Came.
Shannon TB
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Shannon TB As usual, the JAA is pretty much flawless. It's hard to pick a favorite track, but Under The Rainbow just has such gorgeous, gorgeous vocals, that it wins out. Song for a Siren is probably second on this list. Favorite track: Under The Rainbow.
Rebekah Johnson
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Rebekah Johnson This album is beautiful and moving from beginning to end. I could listen to it everyday for the rest of my life and it would never be enough. Favorite track: Under The Rainbow.
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1.
Prelude 00:27
2.
There is a ship Its sails were like two hearts beating, and Its pace was like two wrists pulsing… To a compass that fell silent At the sound of song And sometimes it sailed by the wind Sometimes it sailed by the stars Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map But it always sailed her into his arms Again There is a ship That foundered in storms The anchor was missing, and The whisky was whistling A ditty of shame and sin And sometimes it sailed by the wind Sometimes it sailed by the stars Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map But it always sailed her into his arms Again There is a ship It’s been moored for too long And the crew is long gone The first mate took them with him To seek a treasure, oh! forbidden And sometimes it sailed by the wind Sometimes it sailed by the stars Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map But it always sailed her into his arms But the birds sang over the sails, Yes the birds sang over the sails And the birds sang over the sails And the wind cried mutiny There is a ship That sails in green waters And it steers by a light of gold And far below, the mermen are singing To the sailors who come and go And sometimes it sails by the wind Sometimes it sails by the stars Sometimes it sails by the captain’s map But it will never sail me into your arms Again, again, again
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I went to New York and paid lots of money To stay in the silence and not play for anyone I picked up a bar tab and drank myself stupid I flirted with strangers just to feel attractive. I stood on a rooftop and looked to the skyline The cloud started rolling in as I start to say “Goodbye” to my grandfather who’s at home dying The rain started in and I was left crying… Cos I’ve got to maintain the madness Just so the stillness makes sense to me I’ve got to keep the momentum rolling along So that no-one can stop me No-one can drag me Home. I went to San Francisco with my best friend To sing in a bar full of gay men who wanted me But they did not know me though they thought I sang pretty I made love to the microphone so they would not feel So empty inside on this wintery night In this city of madmen and loners and stoners And lovers forgotten in favour of rotten misfortunes with money But I still went home alone Cos I’ve got to maintain the madness Just so the stillness makes sense to me I’ve got to keep the momentum rolling along So that no-one can stop me No-one can drag me Home. But now I’m here in Boston In love with Downtown Crossing In this very room where some of my favourite songs have been written I’m writing this one To sing and remember These days in December Where I have surrendered I’m not pretending To stay still… So next week I’ll go to Iceland Then onto London. And into the arms of my favourite stranger And then onwards Cos I cannot I will not I cannot I will not I will not I cannot I will never stop… Cos I’ve got to maintain the madness Just so the stillness makes sense to me I’ve got to keep the momentum rolling along So that no-one can stop me No-one can drag me Home.
4.
Once I could go for a walk and just trust that my feet would take me where I wanted to go And I didn’t have to think That they might have their own bright ideas of where I should be going Or not going. But these days I wake up and never can be sure If the feet at the end of the bed Will be muddy and cracked Or fresh as a lily When I meant to walk them raw What will I do with you? What will I do without you? Well we can’t go on No we can’t leave this place And we can’t turn left And we can’t turn right And we can’t go on My love and I What will I do with you? What will I do without you? What is this place we’ve come to? And what is it we’ve left behind? Now North, South, East, West Are all dead to our scents And the reaper whispers sweet and low “Well, you never could have guessed Never could have guessed How long it took to get here Or how far you’ve got left to go” What will I do with you? What will I do without you? What will we do? What can we do?
5.
Silver Suit 05:25
I can't afford flowers But if I could I'd not know where to plant them I don't know species I'd probably sneeze But rest assured If I could I'd weep a bunch once a week... My very first car I bought from you for a dollar It's still on lay-buy I would pay by any means that you could take It drove me further Than I had dared to dream We spoke at length When you said to "fly away" and fly I did I didn't mean to miss your funeral But like you said, I've got to sing from my heart Your words like whispers written on my skin And I wear your silver suit That you gave my mother away in as I sing. Dear headmaster, Irreverent pupil would like to venture Some advice if he might Learn to spell your own name Before you give it away It makes things easier When you climb down the family tree To get to me I didn't mean to miss your funeral But like you said, I've got to sing from my heart Your words like whispers written on my skin And I wear your silver suit That you danced my mother away in as I sing. You led a protest Right to the ending Ending up where you started by the water I hope you're swimming I hope you're swimming I hope you're spinning In orbit of the stars I like to chase...
6.
Thank you, yes I guess that's the word I've been searching for for you It took ten months and a lot of cigarettes for me to arrive at this one, yessir. Thank you for taking the other point of view in a story that we set in concrete Thank you for taking advantage of my insecurities, you really are a pal. Oh I'm not one to linger in the past But my dreams won't let sleeping dogs lie So I guess you deserve a little song in this book Before we say goodbye I don't know how you justify your predatory nature to all other folk It seems to me that it's much easier to be the masked rider than the wheels or the spokes I can't forgive and I can't forget I just relive and occasionally regret I sincerely doubt that I'm gonna call, so maybe it's time you should call somebody who cares Oh I'm not one to linger in the past But my dreams won't let sleeping dogs lie So I guess you deserve a little song in this book Before we say goodbye Thanks for being horny When I was much the same I'm sorry I wasn't a little more responsive The moment that you came (through my door) Oh I'm not one to linger in the past But my dreams won't let sleeping dogs lie So I guess you deserve a little song in this book Before we say goodbye Wait... fuck you! Yes I guess that's the phrase I've been searching for all of this time It took a lot of time for me to forgive my carnivorous curiosities It takes two to tango and two to fuck, I hope in tango you might have more luck But I'll propose a toast to you anyway, cos ten months later, I'm OK! Well apparently I am one to linger in the past And my dreams won't let sleeping dogs lie So I guess you deserve a little song in this book The next time that you and I say goodbye
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When I woke up this morning I said “no more sad love songs” Then I made myself a cup of tea But the fucking milk was sour and lumpy So I threw it against the wall And traced its dribbling trajectory Jaye says “now you can just sing sour stories” Like you said this is what you wanted, what you wanted And you said “this is life, this is life, this is life, and what good is a heart that can’t be bruised?” But I’m not a paper cup to be thrown away once I’ve been used And I know, I know, I know That it’s all in my mind But that doesn’t explain the mess I made Scrubbing that wall with lemon rind And you know, you know, you know That there’s no use crying now Something your mother once said That you’ve only just figured out… As you say this is what you wanted, what you wanted And you say “this is life, this is life, this is life, and what good is a heart that can’t be bruised?” But I’m not a paper cup to be thrown away after you’re through And you won’t believe me When I say “you’ve been outdone", and that a new way to love is just a new way to hurt someone And I won’t believe me When I say “I’ve had my fun” ‘Cos even the days I don’t lose End in nights I never feel that I’ve won When I say this is what I wanted, what I wanted And I’ll say “this is life, this is life, this is life, and what good is a heart that can’t be bruised?” But you’re not a paper cup to be thrown away once you’ve been used
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Phoenix 04:57
I need to find a little solitude, my love in which to catch alight my breath I need to build a little fire in my heart which will spit and spark ‘til my death So I can unfurl the pretty flames that have my arms Which I will raise up to the sky with a twisted smile And I will sing ‘Glory Be’ and inside, whisper ‘help me please’ and shout out ‘Love, love, love’ For eternity Oh what have I become and where is my mother Oh bring me my sticks and spices that I may build this birthing pyre He says I have the soul of the sun but I’m yet to ignite it (I’m yet to invite it) And she says I’m not around anymore but she still tastes the smoke on my tongue But I will unfurl the pretty flames that have my legs And waltz away my flesh and feathers and I will cry tears of glee and I will beg you to save me But I’ll be flying, flying, flying It’s mythical policy Just give me a thousand years, my love I’ll meet you by the ashes
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As In Berlin 05:01
As in Berlin The wall, my friend It rose above Then fell again No dreams of sleep The world is flat Its core is warm Its nights are black And the water runs colder in the winter As in Berlin The walls are down… As in Berlin, The wall’s my friend Reflects the start Recalls the end I keep the piece (peace) Inside my heart To stall the end Recall the start And the water runs colder in the winter As in Berlin The wall came down down down down down. Sleep now. Can I sleep now? Let me sleep now. As in Berlin, The wall’s remains Are scattered round The world again Never Never rebuilt Never forgotten We never will… Sleep now. Can we sleep now? We can sleep now, can’t we? Sleep now Let us sleep now We can sleep now…
10.
Holes 04:06
There's a hole inside of me the shape of you it's so deep inside me that nobody can see it when I try to fill it with other people none of them will fit but I will try to keep trying Maybe I think this one This one can touch like you touch Or laugh like you laugh kiss like you kiss smile like you smile but no-one smiles like you smile... No, nobody smiles like you… It's not just inside me the hole the shape of you everywhere I look now Is somewhere that you are not Holes are always hungry And they eat the things we want to keep eat your life so slowly eat profane and holy eat it till you're wholly hole Maybe I think this one This one can touch like you touch Or laugh like you laugh kiss like you kiss smile like you smile but no-one smiles like you smile... No, nobody smiles like you… I should learn my lesson holes are the illusion... presence and absence and emptiness and nothing When I am gone my darling dig me a hole let flowers grow above me and wild berries then laugh and forget me and before I'm cold let someone who loves you fill your... ...hole
11.
When the end of the world came It passed like an awkward remark. No light for believers No scientists left in the dark And no-one proved right And no-one was wrong We weren’t left alone And we didn’t belong When the end of the world came It passed like an awkward remark When the end of the world came We thought they were just crying wolf again No time for forgiveness No time for the meaningless blame again And the sound, it was soft And the weather was warm The sky had forgotten To put up a storm When the end of the world came We thought they were just crying wolf. We knew we were the fortunate ones We’d always been right and we knew all along That if there is a hell, it’s a heavenly song Sung by those we’d always labelled as wrong. When the end of the world came Everyone swore that they’d seen it coming No matter their creed or conviction They knew they had seen it coming They’d seen the pattern In scriptures or Saturn In beakers or latin Dan Brown’s antimatter The end of the world came And everyone swore that they’d known. When the end of the world came We all were sorta relieved! We looked at our pictures And saw what we’d finally achieved. No need for regret And forget all the need All of our assets Were frozen or freed When the end of the world came We all looked kinda relieved. We knew we were the fortunate ones We’d always been right and we knew all along That if there is a hell, it’s a heavenly song Sung by those who’d always labelled us as wrong When the end of the world came I sat and I sipped my earl grey. No-one was gendered or violent Or straight or gay No-one afflicted By war or religion We all turned to dust And the dust was beginning To bundle together To start the whole story again…
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My brain is made of straw And my heart was forged from tin My courage, although fierce, it is endangered. My sunflowers still grow Though my monkeys have no wings My path is paved in gold and filled with strangers. This city made of green Was a mirage filled with diversions You notice when the smoke has cleared away That the wizard was a hoax And this old witch is scared of water And home is always just three clicks away… Away… My home was blown away By a modern-age tornado My aunt and uncle now live far away. The lady riding by She does not seem to make much progress. She’s always exercising, night and day. Oh – and everything is black and white Except these choices I am making About the coloured boxes I could fit in. And the room it gently spins Like a politicians promise To fix the weather with a weathered wallet that she’s gone and thrown away… Away… I’m somewhere under the rainbow Way down low. I’m under the waves I am under the weather I’m under the pump And I am under the pressure. I’m under the spell Of a life lived in leisure I’m under-performing And I am so under-pleasured… The yellow road kept winding My companions were finding Their memberships were ripe for cancelling. That path it kept on going Tom: I left my friends there knowing Their questions are not fit for answering… No. My questions are not fit for answering…
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This is our debut, grown-up, proper full-length album. It was funded by the incredible support of our fans, family and friends via our Pozible crowdfunding campaign, and who came to our gigs and bought our music and brought their friends and believed in us, again and again. This record is for all of you.

We hope that you enjoy it. And if you do - we would love your help to spread the word... via facebook, twitter, email, phone, and letters to respective family members who could be encouraged to join web 2.0 to hear our music...

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released March 2, 2012

Music and arrangement by The Jane Austen Argument
Produced by Blake Bickel

Piano, vocals and Wurlitzer - Jen Kingwell
Ukelele and vocals - Tom Dickins
Drums - John O'Connell
Trumpet - Michel Navedo
Violoncello - Maria Scherer Wilson
Bass – Blake Bickel
Additional vocals on track 2 – Karly Bickel
Additional vocals on track 11 – John Coons

All Piano, all drums and vocals for tracks 3,4,5,6,7,11 and 12 were recorded at London Bridge studios in Seattle by Stephen Michael Hogan
Violoncello for tracks 1, 2, 8, 10 and 12 recorded at the 706 Cottage by Joey Boothe
All trumpet recorded at Nels, Seattle by Robb Davidson
Vocals for tracks 2 and 7 recorded at Anon Islet Studios by Tomas Fitzgerald
Additional vocals tracked at Dynamic Sound Service, Seattle
Wurlitzer for track 13 recorded at Gatsby Books, Long Beach by Adam Rudegeair
Produced and Mixed by Blake Bickel
Mastered by Dynamic Sound Service

We would like to give our deepest thanks:

To Blake Bickel, our producer, masterer, skype-buddy and sometime bassist. You rock. You’re a freaking genius and it has been a huge bloody privilege.

To Ange Devery for your tireless work, patience and commitment in planning of all stages of this album. You are incredible and we couldn’t have done it without you.

To a dear friend (you know who you are) for her beautiful album artwork. Your work is phenomenal and endlessly inspiring.

To Adam, for your support, guidance, musicianship and funktastiositude. You have been and continue to be an integral part of this journey...

To Neil Gaiman, for your beautiful lyrics for "Holes" and unswerving support for the album as a whole.

To Karly and Henry Bickel – thank you for being such phenomenal people and allowing us to steal Blake for the largest part of the last six months.

And to our wonderful supporters who funded this album via Pozible. Each of you have made this huge, monstorous, incredible and life changing project happen. Thank you for the bottom of our hearts. We hope (and believe) it has been worth the wait.

We would also like to thank our families, fans and friends, Rick Chen and the team at Pozible, Sean Moore and Alisha Attella from Gatsby Books, the staff and management at London Bridge Studios, the phenomenal people who played on the album, and YOU - for listening to it and spreading the love.

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The Jane Austen Argument are a Melbourne-based indie cabaret duo who combine raw ballads and sharp tongues with chaotic abandon and overtones of anti-folk and punk love.

Recent collaborations have included Amanda Fucking Palmer and Neil Gaiman.
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