After a couple of false starts and a difficult birth the long awaited Ian Bland CD “Everything and Nothing” and his first book of poetry “Bland On Bland” have sprung forth fully formed and lustily bawling.
“Everything and Nothing” is a cinematic special starring a motley company of individuals. The songs are each a musical story, whether semi-autobiographical gems, gleaned conversations or plucked from current events, each deliver a condensed and precise serving of observed truth.
The Lamington String band led by Ian Bland, featuring Ed Bates, Greg Hunt, Peter Anderson, Nathan Farrelly, Mark Stanley and joined by a host of other notable musicians, as usual add their own measure of polish to this the third Ian Bland solo album.
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lyrics
J.A.
A toilet at school, is where we first met
Both skipped assembly and shared a cigarette
It was stashed in your sock, it was smelly and wet
But sweeter than sermons and hymns
Neither books nor the cane stirred the scholar in you
They really had no idea; you really didn't have a clue
But you’d study a form guide, pick a winner or two
Seemed more useful than Latin or Greek
Their champion athlete they were quick to anoint
You kept smashing records till you couldn’t see the point
But you’d run like the wind for a beer or a joint
And they don’t hand out medals for those
Work wasn’t something you tried to avoid
You found other ways to be gainfully employed
Only person I knew who could dance to Pink Floyd
You weren’t just another brick in the wall
I never worked out where that head of yours went
The language you spoke only you could invent
Never knew what you said but I knew what you meant
And god knows you had a good heart
You’d drag yourself up then you’d fall down again
As fast as a needle could puncture a vein
You can piss in the wind and pretend that it’s rain
Darling, you still end up wet
I always imagined you’d leave with a roar
A last act of defiance, a thunderous encore
Instead, like a lamb, you curled up on the floor
And peacefully drifted away
At your funeral they prayed you’d finally found salvation
Or anything short of eternal damnation
But you lived for the journey and fuck the destination
I can’t see them changing you now
Chorus
Tearing round wild, ways of a child
Playing outside in the cold
You’re just a boy, a boy never meant to grow old