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28 May 2008 / 0 Comments

Davey Dreamnation: That’s Buddha

Davey Dreamnation, ‘Buddha Machine Four’ (5:24)

In 2010 Davey Dreamnation stunned the music industry by releasing an EP’s worth of theme songs entitled, appropriately enough, Themes.

Breaking with tradition, one decade later Davey released a mini-LP on his own record label, prompting further speculation that he had, at least, completely lost his bonkers.

What we get on this hastily-cobbled together “album” is not exactly what its title says we should get.

To begin with, the title track “That’s Buddha” has been mysteriously deleted and replaced by “Buddha Machine Four”, an exercise in layering using the Buddha Machine.

Instead of a straight rendition of “Harbour You” we get a remix and an instrumental of the same track.

And instead of Clint Bo Dean on guest lagaphone we get the half-rap, half-too-cool-to-care “Clint Bo Dean Is Really Cool”.

In addition, the maniacal seether has also seen fit to include three other tracks on this release, namely the truly barmy “Snelheid” featuring Chris de Burgh on mute, “Inflated Lanes” (a tribute to 1980s ten-pin bowling TV advertisements) and “Just Riffin”, which could be about anything.

Mp3 tracks available here for a limited time only.

The album itself is technically deleted but, as it hasn’t been thought of yet, we’ll make an exception and mark it, simply, “released back into the wild”.

FULL TRACK LISTING:

1. Buddha Machine Four
2. Clint Bo Dean Is Really Cool
3. Harbour You Two
4. Inflated Lanes
5. Just Riffin’
6. Harbour You (Instrumental)

21 May 2006 / 3 Comments

That’s Buddha


 When it rains non-stop for twenty four hours, 
           that's Buddha. 

 Both the rain and the ending of the rain, 
           after which the freshness is Buddha, too. 
 
 When you walk beside the lake, 
           You will find Buddha in the water, 
           disguised as a golden cow. 
 
 Both the lake and the camera you use 
           to take a picture of the cow 
           are Buddha. 
 
 It begins to feel as if everything is Buddha. 
           That's also Buddha. 
 
 When the cooks at the dumpling restaurant 
           laugh at the way you eat your food, 
           that's Buddha. 

 When graffiti walls disappear overnight, only
           to be replaced by acres of bricks, 
           that’s also Buddha. 
 
 It begins to feel as if everything is Buddha. 
           And that's Buddha. 
 
 When you dance, Buddha is your DJ.
           When you smile, Buddha’s pushing at the corners of your mouth.
           When you kiss, that’s Buddha’s tongue inside your mouth.
 
 And when you fall in love, you will find Buddha 
           sitting on a small cushion inside your heart, 
           eating KFC. 
           Are you ready?
 
 It begins to feel as if everything is Buddha. 
           And that’s Buddha. 
 
 That’s Buddha. 
21 May 2006 / 0 Comments

That’s Buddha (demo)

When it rains non-stop for twenty four hours, that’s Buddha. Both the rain and the end of the rain, after which the freshness is Buddha, too. When two Chinese girls dressed in white stare at you for a while and then ask to have their photo taken with you, that’s Buddha. When you try to catch a train from a railway station that hasn’t even been fully-constructed yet, that’s Buddha. When you find a bus outside the station that’s leaving for Hangzhou in five minutes, that’s Buddha too. When you walk beside the lake, Buddha is in the water, disguised as a golden cow. Both the gold and the camera you use to take a picture of the cow are Buddha. It begins to feel as if everything is Buddha. That’s also Buddha. When the old woman at the convenience store laughs at the amount of alcohol you are drinking, that’s probably Buddha. The mischievous smile of a drunken Buddha, anyway. When you buy a small jar of clear spirits, Buddha exists in your shaking hand. When the Russian girls dance in their special cages at the nightclub, tossing their hair and showing the Chinese boys their arses, that’s Buddha. When the cooks at the dumpling restaurant laugh at the way you eat your food, that’s Buddha. When the girl leading the marching band twists her hand and the band turns on a yuan, that’s Buddha. When a group of school children passes you at the Summer Palace and starts singing out “Hello! Welcome to China!” that’s Buddha saying hello. When an animated Monkey and Piggsy demonstrate the efficacy of security and politeness on a videowall in the Shanghai subway, that’s kind of like Buddha. The Buddha whose likeness changes from moment to moment, at least. When you discover how to circumvent internet censorship, that’s the spirit of Buddha trying to get out. When graffiti walls disappear overnight, to be replaced by acres of crumbling bricks, that’s Buddha. When you ask yourself what your purpose in life might be, only Buddha can provide silence as an answer. That’s the kind of person Buddha would be, were Buddha not a siren, or a car horn blaring non-stop for twenty four hours in the rain. That’s the silence of Buddha – it blares. When Crowded House makes you feel frisky, that’s not Buddha. That’s drunkenness, which in a roundabout way is also Buddha, I suppose. When you dance, Buddha is your DJ. Buddha makes snow fall from the ceiling. Buddha adds depth to the sweeping searchlights of the midnight laser beams. There she is, there’s Buddha! When you smile, Buddha pushes at the sides of your face. When you kiss, it’s Buddha’s tongue inside your mouth. When you fall in love, you will find Buddha sitting on a small cushion inside your heart, eating KFC. Are you ready?

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