Déjà Moo

by The Ears

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released December 28, 2012

The Ears are:

ross farnell – bass, keyboards
mick lewis – guitar
carl manuell – drums, vocals
phaedra press – cello
sam sejavka – vocals
kerry simpson - vocals

Recorded live and mixed in 2012 by carl manuell in The Ear Drum, West Footscray , Melbourne, Australia.
Mastered by elliott federman at saje sound, nyc

All songs by The Ears, except Unholy Fire (The Ears/Andrew Park) and The Perennial Boogie (The Ears/Cathy McQuade)

lyrics by Sam Sejavka



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The Ears Melbourne, Australia

The legendary Melbourne post-punk band of the early 80s - on which the film 'Dogs in Space' was based (and in which lead singer Sam Sejavka was played by Michael Hutchence of INXS) have exhumed themselves from an early grave and are realising their frightening potential for madness, whimsy and mind-destroying rock. ... more

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Track Name: Anemone

Do you ever wake up
In the dark
In the car park
With your shoulder to the rain

give me your hand for a while
let me go down with a smile

I have seen the make up
Of The world
It is cruel
And it is full of heartache

Do you wake up
In the cold
In the black hole
With a belly full of stars


I have seen your make up
And your boots
They say a thing or two about you, baby

Do you wake up
From the dream
On the down stream
In the sterilising beam
Track Name: Cat Eggs
eaten alive
beaten and swollen and pink
the girl you inspired
is twisting her hair in the sink

well she's swollen and pink
but it’s not what you think
and a man with no mercy is working his way through the town

Born on a tine
Raised in the time
Of The Cat King

the lamb and the lion
bathe in an ocean of jet
with a burning desire
for all they can possibly get

but they’re wicked and wet
and it’s not over yet
and a night with no circus is not without purpose it seems …


Your only supplier
is slipping a drug in the drink
well, he's poorly attired,
and he waits for the spider to sink

it’s the drug in the drink
and the hair in the sink
and the moment you’re certain the curtain is drawn on a scream
Track Name: The Jellyman
in the summer of eighty-five
I boil myself alive
I belong to no one

to the bed of a burning witch
I manacle my wrists
I belong to no one, no one

the Jellyman said:
am I dead?
Or am I rising?

it is said,
that I was spying
on the fabulous goods of the rich
from the narrow confines of a ditch

In the winter of ninety-eight
I shared the city's fate
I belong to no one

there's a devil in the devil-pot
there's a demon in the demon-slot
I belong to no one, no one


it is said,
that I was spying
on the bones of the young and the old
from the narrow confines of a hole

under a living tree
I shot futurity
I put the want before the need

under a living tree
the dark is love to me
I cut the kernel from the seed


it is said
that I was spying
on the rise and the fall of a lash
from the narrow confines of a gash
Track Name: Fall To Zero
Will I leave a light on
As I fall
to zero?

I am the nameless one who withers in her bed
She is the monster I desired
There is a crescent moon emblazoned on her head
I am the serpent in the briars


Holy energumen with spangles on her legs
She is a bristling messiah
I ate a golden egg! I ate her golden egg!
I am her purgatory spider


I am a user of her tinctures
I am the warden of her body
I am her desolated lover
Now that the angels walk among us

Will I leave a light on
As I fall
to zero?
Track Name: Unholy Fire
as the city sleeps
the garden of your teeth
will grow to form a bower

as the city sleeps
you will journey to the east
but not like Marco Polo

go higher
unholy fire
an old evil in your eyes

go higher
unholy fire
and I don’t like it in your arms

so you poisoned us
with your hundred little cuts
with your hundred little flowers

it isn’t much
but I am hungry for the touch
of the woman you devoured

a grey gas in your submarine
a cold ether in your lungs
there are weird shape in your plasticine
and something wicked on your tongue

Track Name: The Perennial Boogie
I’m writhing in my primal splendour
I’m dressed up in my clear placenta
I’m passed around in plastic bottles
oh love, they turned my days to dollars

travel on

I’m working on a new creation
I’ve got my elbow to the foetus
I’m not about to show you pictures
oh love, they turned my days to dollars.

travel on