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Under The Rainbow (live) / Weightless Double Single

by The Jane Austen Argument / Neon Bogart

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Indie Cabaret Duo The Jane Austen Argument team up with future noir jazz ronin Neon Bogart for an epic double single!

The Jane Austen Argument release 'Under the Rainbow', recorded live at Revolt Melbourne, and two B sides: 'The Coolest Kid on Lygon Street' and 'Northcote'.

Neon Bogart releases 'Weightless' with two B-sides: 'Chlorokinesis' (taken from the 2011 album 'Bayou Tapestry'), and "Assisted".

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released 09 June 2011

Tracks 1-3 written by the Jane Austen Argument, and recorded live at Revolt Melbourne

The Jane Austen Argument:
Tom Dickins and Jen Kingwell - vocals, ukelele, piano

On Northcote:
Tom Dickins and Jen Kingwell - vocals
Adam Rudegeair - piano

Tracks 4-6 written by Adam Rudegeair, and recorded at Funk Noir HQ

Neon Bogart:
Adam Rudegeair - keys, vocals, drum programming
Justin Ashworth - bass
Jen Kingwell - vocals

on Chlorokinesis:

Adam Rudegeair - piano
Edward York - percussion
Nat Greant - percussion
Aviva Endean - contra bass clarinet
Karen Heath - bass clarinet

All tracks were mixed by Adam Rudegeair and mastered by Tomas Fitzgerald at Anon Islet Studios.

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Track Name: The Jane Austen Argument - Under The Rainbow (Live)
Under The Rainbow Dickins/Kingwell

(The Jane Austen Argument)

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
And the city made of green
Was a mirage filled with diversions
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.
And the lady riding by
Doesn’t seem to make much progress
She’s always exercising, night and day.
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 under the waves and 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 underperforming and so under-pleasured.

And that road it kept on winding
My companions were finding
That their memberships were ripe for cancelling
And that road it kept on going
I left my friends there knowing
Their questions were not fit for answering
No
My questions are not fit for answering.
Track Name: The Jane Austen Argument - Coolest Kid On Lygon St
Couldn't you see?
When we went out for coffee, I was so nervous
Our eyes couldn't meet
You were the coolest kid on Lygon St

But what do you know -
Turns out you really [bleeped] up the whole show
Just as I was starting to regret
That I hadn't really gotten to know you yet

Oh, what the [bleep] happened?
What the [bleep]?
Oh, you've got to sort out your [bleep]
But I'll remember the day
You were the coolest kid on Lygon St

Couldn't you guess?
By the time we began to undress,
I thought you were pretty neat
And I liked the way you took the boots from my feet

But as it turns out -
You're not at all what I thought you were about
Yeah I thought you were delightful
Right up until you turned [bleeping] spiteful

Oh, what the [bleep] happened?
What the [bleep]?
Oh, you've got to sort out your [bleep]
But I'll remember the day
You were the coolest kid on Lygon St

And couldn't you tell?
When I picked up my clothes from where they fell,
I strived for grace under your gaze
Not that it matters now anyways

Oh, what the [bleep] happened?
What the [bleep]?
Oh, you've got to sort out your [bleep]
But the next time we meet
I'll be the coolest cunt on Lygon St
Track Name: The Jane Austen Argument (Feat Adam Rudegeair) - Northcote
TOM: She bakes vegan feminist cookies
Then eats them ironically – to stick it to the man.

JEN: Then she rides to work on her bicycle made from recycled fair trade coffee
grinders from her ex-favourite café.

Tom:
she doesn’t go there anymore
having decided that the life drawing classes held there are too gender binary.

Jen:
Her final crayon portrait had been entitled “Womyn with penis”.

Tom:
She works at an organic produce store and campaigns at her employers to serve all
foods out of dumpsters to encourage a healthier variety of food to her friends from the
anti-everything collective.

Jen:
When she arrives home, her partner is there.

Tom:
No. Not partner. That is way too corporate
Boyfriend is clearly inaccurate because it denies his innate right to be gender-queer.

Jen:
When she arrives home – her lover is there.

Tom:
Lover makes him sound like an object and their love is far less restrictive than that
and besides – it might imply that he is one of many (not that there is anything wrong
with polygamy – polygamy is fine so long as you have the active understanding and
consent of each party involved.

Jen:
When she arrives home, Roy is there.
He is cooking a free-range tofu scramble
Because do you know how unethically they treat tofu in some of those farms?

Tom:
He grows his own weed and tells his plants he doesn’t care what sex they are.
He just has a different kind of love for those that produce bud.
Track Name: Neon Bogart (Feat Jen Kingwell) - Weightless
Weightless © Adam Rudegeair 2007

We two fish in a vacuum
Swim across the sparkling velvet
We bathe in black champagne
We toast with clink of helmet

If you could see the danger loom
Would you try to forewarn?
Or sit right up there on the moon
With a big ol’ bucket of popcorn?

Our arrogance can’t help us now, and it hurts a little,
Our laser beams can’t help us now, our world so burned and brittle.
This great expanse can’t help us now, our loneliness increases,
All our futures shattered, and we float among the pieces.

Chrome and 50’s pinup lips
The starlight in your eyes
Just we and one last jetpack trip
Across the lurex sky.

I will sing you a starchild lullabye
Can you still hear me in your speaker?
The static crackles God’s reply,
Your signal’s getting weaker.
Let’s blow the hatch and blaze a trail
Bright across the sky
And weightless I will drift with you
Until our batt’ries die.
And weightless I will drift with you
And bid our friends goodbye.
Track Name: Neon Bogart - Assisted
Capable, composed, a writer of prose,
Poetry, satire, whatever you desire,
Vigilante moves, these qualities behoove
One who disapprove of stagnation
Like you do.

Chorus:
And I looked you up, but you were unlisted.
I never could have persisted f’you didn’t know I existed.
So here I stand, as a man enlisted.
I ain’t sayin’ you’re helpless, but sometimes it’s nice to be assisted.

Been a long time comin’, can't quite reach your feet,
Sassafras on your bed, too tired to tweet.
That’s where I come in, cruisin’ down your street,
Like the ice-cream man, with a succulent treat.

And I got the longest way to go round…

Micro-memes explode all around,
Whispering code in surround sound!
Let your worries corrode and the remoulade abound,
You’re Queen of the Muses…newly crowned!

Chorus

My heat will eat the sleet
Pleasure core elite
Replete with fleet secrete
Promise I’ll be discreet,
Maybe mistreat, and retreat
Then repeat on the downbeat.