Georgia Fields

by Georgia Fields

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Praise for ‘Georgia Fields’:

“Our newest musical crush… Fields specialises in cute, vintage-y folk-pop that makes you want to sway in time and sing along when you know the words.”
Frankie Magazine, Australia

“Australia has produced yet another great female singer/songwriter in Georgia Fields... Fields is one to watch.”
Jmag, Australia

“Fields explores the terrain of relationships with a fresh view - this would be a considerable achievement for someone deep into their career, but as a debut it is astonishing. 10/10”
Americana Magazine, UK

“There is something fresh in the hand-stitched romanticism of Ms Fields. It comes from somewhere in the past certainly... There is a charm to this, an honesty without pose.”
Drum Media, Sydney

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released October 1, 2010

All songs written by Georgia Fields, except ‘Satellite’, written by Judith Hamann.

Produced by Greg Arnold.

All songs engineered by David McCluney at Atlantis Sound, Port Melbourne. Except for tracks 7 and 11, engineered by Myles Mumford at NMIT Yarra Edge Theatre. Track 5 engineered by Greg Arnold at NMIT Studio 209, with clarinet engineered by Myles Mumford at NMIT Yarra Edge Theatre, and vibraphone engineered by David McCluney at Atlantis Sound. Assistant engineer Rhys Corr. Celeste on track 8 engineered by Dave Rogers at City Vue Studio.
Album mixed by David McCluney at Atlantis Sound, Port Melbourne.

Mastered by Jim DeMain at Yes Master, Nashville TN, USA.

Cover image by Nicole Cleary.

Album artwork and booklet images by Luci Everett.

Georgia Fields – vocals. Piano on tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 14. Guitar on tracks 4, 5, 8, 11, 12, 13. Ukulele on tracks 3, 6, 10. Celeste on track 8. Melodica on track 7 and 13. Tambourine on tracks 3, 11, 13. String arrangements for tracks 5, 7, 14. Brass arrangements for tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 13, 14. Clarinet arrangement for tracks 5. Flute, Clarinet and Bassoon arrangements for tracks 6, 9, 10.

Judith Hamann – vocals on tracks 2, 4, 5, 7, 11, 12, 13, 14. Cello on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 11, 12, 13, 14. Cordless drill, cowbell, vibraslap and marimba on track 5. Piano on tracks 4, 8, 11, 13. Harp on track 6. Melodica on track 14. Glockenspiel on tracks 4, 7, 12, 13. Children’s toy on track 7. String arrangements for tracks 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 11, 13, 14. Brass arrangement for tracks 3 and 8. Clarinet arrangement for tracks 5 and 11.

Zachary Charles – bass on tracks 2, 3, 4, 8, 11, 13. Percussion on track 3.

John Kingma – bass on track 7.

Tim Coghill – drums on tracks 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 11, 13, 14. Percussion on track 3.

Nat Grant – vibraphone on tracks 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 13, 14. Bass drum on tracks 4, 13, 14.

Elizabeth Mitchell – vocals, piano, and Hammond organ on track 3. Autoharp on track 8. Trumpet on tracks 1, 2, 3, 8, 14.

Greg Arnold – guitar on tracks 4, 13. Ukulele on Track 11. Piano on track 5. Piano and Hammond organ on track 12.

Elizabeth Welsh – violin on tracks 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 11, 13, 14.
Zac Johnston – violin on tracks 1, 2, 3, 8, 14.
Ceci Dowling – viola on tracks 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 11, 14.
Kim Tan – alto flute on tracks 6, 9, 10.
Samuel Dunscombe – clarinet on tracks 5, 6, 9, 10, 11.
Adam Mikulicz – bassoon on tracks 6, 9, 10.
Bruno Siketa – trumpet on tracks 1, 3, 8, 14.
Huw Dann – trumpet on tracks 7 and 13.
Jasen Moulton – French horn on tracks 1, 14.
Keiren Conrau– trombone on tracks 1, 2, 3, 14.
Bob Collins – trombone on tracks 5, 8, 13.
Myles Mumford – trombone on track 7.
Jonathan Woods – tuba on tracks 1, 14.

Female Choir on Track 12 – Luci Everett, Angie Hart, Yelka Ishmakovich, Michaela Manusama, Elizabeth Mitchell, Kate Putt, Auður Alessandra Zoëga , Sarah Whitteron.

Male Choir on Track 13 – John Bedggood, Scott Edgar, Chris Hazelman, Mick Hazelman, Stu Hazelman, Zachary Johnston, Martin Mackerras, Eddie Miller, Dave Rogers.

Thank you: Janie & Johnny Miller-Smith, Scott Thurling at Popboomerang Records, Dave ‘Fuck Yeah’ McCluney, Arts Victoria, the NMIT Higher Education Music Department, Emma Wiking at Remedy Music, Robert MacBride, Angie Hart, Matty Vehl, Rhys Corr, Zachary Charles, Tim Coghill, Huw Dann, Ceci Dowling, Sam Dunscombe, Nat Grant, Zachary Johnston, Elizabeth Mitchell, Elizabeth Welsh, and Luci Everett.

A special thank you to Greg Arnold for his tireless effort in all production matters, big and small.

And lastly, a very special thank you to Judith Hamann – my dear friend, inspiration in all things culinary and musical, and without whom this record could not have come to pass.

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Track Name: Seven Years
Seven years under your silver tongue
Under your rule of thumb
Eyes so tight I saw stars
I saw signs, rosaries round my neck

Pickled in tears, these weather worn years
Kept the memory in a jar with some
Salt for the wound, bride for the groom
Wash out my mouth, wash out my mind

Tracing the cracks in your metaphor
Holding my ear to the bathroom door
Chalking one more line upon your score
For seven years, seven years
Track Name: All The King’s Men
Rest your head on my chest
Close your eyes
We are not world weary
Tonight

Pillow talk, bedroom eyes
You are mine
By the lime neon light
Of the time

Oh, my home fires burn so brightly
With a flame that I light nightly
All the king’s men and the king’s horses
Riding for our hearts

Draw the blinds, dim the lights
Lets recline
Lay between sheets like filo pastry
You’re good enough to eat

Oh, my home fires burn so brightly
With a flame that I light nightly
All the king’s men and the king’s horses
Riding for our hearts

Wanna put your kiss in a Tupperware container
Take it home with me so that I can taste it later

Oh, my home fires burn so brightly
With a flame that I light nightly
All the king’s men and the king’s horses
Riding for our hearts
Track Name: This Is Not A Drill
Stare me out
Your watertight expert advice comes
Riding in on white horses

Swimming in
Social debris, muscular feats of denial
White knuckles, I just clench my fists

This Is Not A Drill

Wear me down
Blood in my mouth, tears in the sink
All of the above

And hey, don’t get your knickers in a knot
Hey, don’t get all bent out of shape
I can always hide my love away

This Is Not A Drill

All these circles that
We’re running in tonight
Going nowhere fast

You try so hard
Clutching your moral compass tight, you pray
No God, not this forked tongue of fate

This Is Not A Drill
Track Name: Sinking Relation Ship
I’ve been lying awake while you’re falling asleep
Staring at the spots on the ceiling
And wondering if I let Desire off her leash
Would she bite at you and leave you bleeding?

And oh, I’m running a race under water
And oh, my parachute’s made of bricks and mortar

The days go by like sailors, we watch them float away
On sunset seas of pink and blue and grey
And in their tiny ships they carry your secrets, my lies
Barrels of tears to baptise

And oh, we’re falling apart like pavlova
And oh, the battle’s not even near over
The sleeping dog’s starting to wake up
The pieces of us now unstuck

We keep up our faces, we wind up our smiles
Mechanical romance alive
At night I fight for the doona, you scratch with your toes
Blood roses the gifts you bestow

And oh, I’ve backed my self into a corner
And oh, the battle’s not even near over
These transgressions are stones in my pockets
It burns like a lit cigarette
Track Name: Two For Tea
It’s hard for me to get the words out right
I wish the cat that caught my tongue would bring it back
‘Cause darling I’ve been thinking about our happy ending
Been thinking about picket fences

Where it could be you and me
Two for tea
And then maybe
You and me could make it three

I would be the happy house wife
I’d even help you wake up in the morning for work
And when you come home, if you’re tired
You can play GTA, I won’t mind

When it’s you and me
Two for Tea
And then maybe
You and me could make it three
With a baby
And I’ll get fat
And you’ll go grey
But that’s alright
‘Cause it’s gonna be just
You and me
Two for tea
Then maybe three
Track Name: Something Borrowed, Something Blue
got one hand on bali and I’m calling your name
Wanna let it go to my head like cheap champagne
Noxious infactuation, touch wood
You’ve caught my thread and I am unravelling

Something borrowed, something blue
I am in love with you

Your bed is our playground, the pleasure the sin
I’m pinching myself, can’t believe how lucky I’ve been
I’m a casualty of cupid, I’m a long lost cause
Misery likes company and I don’t feel like hanging around

Something borrowed, something blue
I am in love with you
Everything old is once again new
I am in love with you

You don’t know the half of it

Something borrowed, something blue
I am in love with you
Everything old is once again new
I am in love with you
Track Name: Blue Sky with a Black Cloud Parade
You shake hands with the heartache
Take it into your bed
Making friends with the sorrow
You keep it well fed
I wish that you had perforated edges
So I could tear you out of this
And paste you into happiness

But now it’s a blue sky with a black cloud parade
When the curtains fall, the memory decays
It’s the last bar of your lover’s serenade, a trade
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade

I see you wearing that brave face
Got it strapped on tight
Feel exposed like a roll of film
In the light
I wish that you had perforated edges
So I could tear you out of this
Counting out the wedding bells
Filling up with white blood cells
You wait

For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
When the curtains fall, the memory decays
It’s the last bar of your lover’s serenade, a trade
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
Track Name: White Flag
Maybe I’m just too big for my boots
Maybe I got my hopes up too far
Maybe it’s not my turn this time
Maybe it won’t ever be mine

So I’m waving a white flag
Yeah I’m throwing the towel in
Taking the party decorations down
And my heart from my wounded sleeve

Waving a white flag
Track Name: Chessboard
It’s difficult to say
Who started it
We speak in unfamiliar tongues
These days

There’s a line in the sand
Who’s drawn it?
Divide up the spoils
A chessboard; a friendship

And no one’s saying anything
Track Name: One Finger
You throw your weight around like napoleon with party streamers
You're too tall to have small man syndrome
Yet you sink to dishing out the low blows

Like a kid with an itchy scab you can't leave it alone now
You had to jump the gun at midnight
I'd love to say I hate you but I'm bigger than that

Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger

You've been carrying a chip on your shoulder the size of a saucepan
You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds ya
You oughta know by now we don't need ya

Like the king of an empty castle you're sleeping alone now
You had to make your point at midnight
You might have won the battle, but I won the war

Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger

I tried so hard to be patient
(You are wringing me out)
I bite my tongue
(Your warning bells were so loud)
Count to ten
(Your fingers in all the pies)
Gave you your second chance
(It's all come out in the wash)
Over again

Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger
Track Name: Christmas Ribbon
You can’t see the forest for the trees
Her name is on your tongue like a disease
A disease

Glued together like a broken vase
Veiled behind a clandestine mask
The sorrow that you’re feeling for her pendulum swinging

Sever these ties like Christmas ribbon

I know you’re not sleeping and I
Know that you’re seeking a silver lining
But it’s not up her skirt

Cause she’ll drink you in and then spit you out
And you’ll come crawling back to the taste of her mouth
This purgatory isn’t mandatory

Sever these ties like Christmas ribbon
Track Name: Satellite
All these little words
These syllables that fall between us
They will end
In disaster scenes
In sweat-soaked sheets
In earthquakes
Shudderings of you
Of me
A duality
Of blues
Of greens
And somewhere we meet

You say you never saw the sun shine so bright
And I’m spinning like your satellite
You move me like the moon moves the tide
And we’re spinning at the same time
And we’ll change, we’ll change
Right now you never saw the sun shine so bright

These umbrella teeth
Red cloaked analogies that come between us
They do end
In horror scenes
In unwashed grief
In thirsting
Hungering for you
And you for me
For a sense of gravity
For release
For believe
That somewhere we meet

You say you never saw the sun shine so bright
And I’m spinning like your satellite
You move me like the moon moves the tide
And we’re spinning at the same time
And we’ll change, we’ll change
Right now you never saw the sun shine so bright
Track Name: Cold War
I stare at the Bible black bitumen
I keep finding pieces of you in my handbag
The memories, like treasure maps, take me back
To headlines on bedroom walls
And we sure knew how to put the fun in dysfunctionality
Now you spread yourself so thin
I can see right through

Your heart is hard like day old pita
Oh please, darling, don’t get bitter
The hatchet is buried, the jury’s still out
And the distance between us is smiling

Hold my breath and count to ten
Your finger is pointing in your self-righteous silence
I’ve been waiting in the wings for far too long
Been playing second fiddle, the piggy in the middle
Cross my heart and hope to die
I’m not the consolation prize

Your heart is hard like day old pita
Oh please, darling, don’t get bitter
The hatchet is buried, the jury’s still out
And the distance between us is smiling

What you say, it doesn’t make
It doesn’t make a damn lick of difference

I’m a glittery circus girl walking the wire
And I’m throwing a party on our funeral pire
These little boulders you hold on your shoulders
Are dragging you down and they’re taking me with you

I don’t want in this Cold War