The High Singles

Single liner notes

The High Singles were released in August 2009.

Produced by Kinematic and Michael Stifter.
Music and lyrics by Owen/Clarke.
Arrangements by Kinematic.
Engineered by Kinematic and Kevin Ross.
Recorded at Biscuit Boy, Whiskey & Rye and Sunshine Harvester (March-September 2008).
Mixed by Michael Stifter.
Mastered by Lachlan Carrick at Moose Mastering (with thanks to RRR and Moose).

Kinematic are Michael Owen, Gordon Clarke, Michael Clarke and Mark Olszewski, they performed drums, percussion, bass guitar, electric guitar, trumpet, piano and vocals. Guests on 5 O'Clock High were Brian Clarke (alto saxophone and trombone) and Dave Paxton (clarinet solo).

Our thanks yet again to Kevin Ross and Michael Stifter for making it three from three, Jimi Hocking for patience, biscuits and old guitars, Pete Joison for inspiring artwork, Gavin Mandrelle for kites and concepts, Anthony L. Barrett for crazy FX pedals, our guest musicians for their time and talent, Geraldine Clarke for managing our chaos and our families for everything.

Melbourne streetscapes by Pete Joison.
Photography by Michael Clarke, Mark Olszewski and Chris Sommer.
Extra graphics and finished art by Gordon Clarke.

5 O'Clock High LYRICS

5 O'Clock High 2.47

As you wander out, people on the street
All around you hear, the shuffling of feet
I’ve been clockin’ in, I’ve been clockin’ out
And I’m counting steps, from the station to your house

Take you out tonight, you said you would try
There’s a little place, I know you will like
There is nothin’ the world cannot see
And there’s nowhere that I’d rather be

Everywhere I go, people that I meet
Look the same as me, they’re walking in their sleep
Every Friday night, we give it all away
Just a simple life, we work away the days

Have you seen the film that’s on at the Val?
I still call it that, it’s better there now
There is nothin’ the world cannot see
And there’s nowhere that I’d rather be
So come out tonight ...

There is nothin’ the world cannot see
There is nowhere that I’d rather be
So come out tonight ...

And now the end is in sight
No need to shut your eyes tight
A cab is idling outside, to take us into the night
To take us into the night ... that’s right

Dedicated to Brian N.R. Clarke, 1944-2008

Jefferson High LYRICS

Jefferson High 2.30

I don’t belong here, ain’t running with The Falcons
I don’t fit in here, ain’t cooling with The Demons
The beat is going all ‘round my head
All 'round my head, and it’s all ‘round my head

I love the music, play a three fifty five
They say forget it, it’s just a waste of time
I’m escaping, are you coming too
Are you coming too, are you coming too

All my friends are coming over, got a gig next week at the Tote
All my friends are skeletons, play til 3 am, don’t bother me

The people like it, they’re all singing along
I know I’m Potsie, I feel like I'm the Fonz
That’s how I know it’s, all in my head
All in my head, man, it’s all in my head

All my friends are coming over, got a gig next week at the Tote
All my friends are skeletons, play til 3 am, don’t bother me

All my friends are coming over, barbecue, beer and pavlova
All my friends are aliens, play til 3 am, don’t bother me

“J - e - f - f - e - r - s - o - n - High - for - me”

One step ahead of the kids on the pavement
Rock an’ roll’s not a show, it’s a statement
Work your way to the top of the fan club
And you’ll be with the band in a hot tub
You’re ahead of the kids on the home team
Never have, never will be a has been
How do you really know if you’re OK?
How do you really know if you’re OK?

Jefferson High VIDEO

Video by Kinematic

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