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Author: Davey Dreamnation

Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives ‘in the third person’. View his full biography.

  • Korea! Korea! Korea! Korea! Korea! Korea!

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    Well, who would have thunk it. One of my favourite Pavement songs of all time is ‘Cut Your Hair’, which is freaky because towards the end of the song the lyric goes like this: Advertising looks and chops a mustNo big hair!!Songs mean a lotWhen songs are boughtAnd so are you— Bitch, rant down to…

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  • “While your children are still small”

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    I’m dreaming of a nineteenth century Finland Where we skied to school & my lunch was free Prior to my birth even the birds did know it I was smaller than a grain of sand inside you Mother said I wasn’t even thought of then yet She could feel me stirring inside a tiny bell…

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  • Leaves of glass

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    It’s hard to believe this poem was written in 2004, almost a decade before my second full-length poetry collection, also entitled Leaves of Glass, was released. Clearly, this poem has absolutely nothing to do with either Bernard O’Dowd or Walt Whitman. Nevertheless, it did go on to appear in LoG, under the title ‘Leaves of…

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  • On a Silver Platter: CD-ROMs and the Promises of a New Technology

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    What a nerd I am.

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  • Try a little self-validation (TM)

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    The bad news is it’s not Christmas yet. The good news is that come Christmas, I’ll be even more chilled than Dylan due to an injection of funds from the Australia Council. Yes, that’s right, after having played the grant game for about six years I’ve finally been lucky enough to receive one (the success…

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  • RPL weaves its spell

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    Nearly one year on from its original release, Davey Dreamnation’s barnstorming sophomore album continues to weave its spell, sitting at #3 on the lo-fi album charts. The continued success of both the album and follow-up singles “tribesco” and “48 Bars” has increased speculation that athird album can’t be too far off. Sources close to the…

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  • Hey Gents …

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    Does it matter if I ask the ladies so many questions? Do you ever wear lycra? Your make-up looks smudged, or is that a trail of mustard on your top lip? Do you like cream buns? What’s the current temperature beneath your armpit? Why does lettuce go soggy anyway? Have you been to Uranus? Why…

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  • Hey Ladies …

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    I know you’re curious about me. What makes me tick? How do I have my tea? Are my underpants red? Am I wearing underpants? How do I get my hair to stay that way? Do I like pets? Is my fridge running? How do I manage to write such emotionally retarded music? How much did…

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  • neo neo

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    your journey ends & its a long way home press this button open this window roam (optional) rejection previously overcome bottled single beating caramel or licorice licorice or caramel beating single bottles overcome a previous rejection (optional) its an end a home a journey long youre here) stipulated or required by malice (no roam window…

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  • Funeral for Democracy

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    Summer revolution, flowers in your Air. Nike sweatshops. You are here: be there. For Pericles’ printable version of our democracy has died. Come & join the funeral, bring a Lotus. Or your own war dead. We have shredded our constitution like ham. I don’t take the peace movement seriously. Then again as a National Security…

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  • Jet Moon

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    Jet Moon doesn’t have a ticket but she’ll ride on to the next station. She’ll get off, ride the escalator upwards and emerge onto the street. It’s raining in Tokyo tonight. She’ll pass by a comic book stand, plastic meals in a window. Rain sluices down the window. There is a bar on the street.…

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  • Karappo vs Okesutura

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    Once upon a time in Japan, there was a boy named Karappo. He was empty. One day, Karappo met a girl named Okesutura. She was an orchestra. Okesutura filled Karappo’s emptiness with music. She engulfed him with sound. Karappo fell madly in love with Okesutura. He asked her to stay with him forever. He wanted…

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  • Foggy Dew Edit @ #5!

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    While [d/dn] looks on in grief as his popularity slips on the mp3.com.au artist charts, the exact opposite is true for the track “Foggy Dew Edit” from his barnstorming Recognition of Prior Learning LP. This kick-arse piece of noodling sits at present at #5 on the lo-fi charts, despite not possessing any lyrics or song…

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  • Tram Recovery Vehicle

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    Last night I was walking along Queens Parade when along came an old green tram. I think it was of the kind that they refer to nowadays as “W-Class”: like the City Circle trams, only green. The tram was going very slowly, heading along Queens Parade towards Westgarth. I began to worry for the tram,…

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  • Let’s fight the pop-ups!

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    meddling kids with their internet pop-ups planting jitches in those unexpected drum /fill up my crevice moments inevitably doomed to fall between their terminals of thunder & the beginnings of the jaundice / plague its down on hands & hips & back to feeling aghast my baby lives on a pop-up page we shudder tho…

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