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Pass It On

by This Little Badge

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1.
Pretend 02:52
PRETEND Gone are the days when we were the kings We smashed our sandcastles and spoilt everything Whatever it was that bound us together There’s little trace of it now As little boys we pledged friendship forever But now it’s buried by distance’s doubt And “Now you mean nothing to me” Your mates convince you we were just a phase That all kiddiewinkies go through They surround you like a swarm of buzzing flies And beat me with backhanded abuse And “You don’t fit no more” What did you want to be? Can’t you remember? What did you want to achieve? Oh, don’t you know? I know you’ll close your eyes And pretend you don’t care But who’ll mend your head When you fall down the stairs? What do you think at the end of the day? Are you scared your friends will turn you away? At the end of the day, what do you think As you retrieve the ashtray from the kitchen sink? You don’t light up no more What did you want to be? Don’t give me that empty gaze. What will you do with your life? Don’t throw it all away. I know you’ll close your eyes And pretend you don’t care But when you look around again Who will be there? Gone are the days when we were the kings We smashed our sandcastles and spoilt everything Words & Music: Paul Hamilton & Dave Pope, 1985/2016.
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MEET ME AT THE BRIDGE Meet me at the bridge - Far from the humdrum Meet me at the bridge - Promise that you’ll come Meet me at the bridge - Please make it half-eight Meet me at the bridge - Be fashionable… don’t be late My door is open When you choose to come through Don’t make amends tying up loose ends There’s so much to undo I give up on the uptake You’re kid cryptic, I’m dense dunce Just for me, cut the subtlety And shout it loud for once Meet me at the bridge - Do the Formby lamppost lean Meet me at the bridge - Mind dirty, hands clean Meet me at the bridge - Please make it half-eight Meet me at the bridge - Be fashionable… don’t be late Reach a joint decision ’Bout what we most adore ’Cos when money creeps in through the window Love flies out the door You’re a Singapore Sling And plastered of Paris, too Let’s get in Seine, get out of our brains With in Edinburgh tattoo Meet me at the bridge - Don’t throw in the sponge Meet me at the bridge - Let’s take the plunge Meet me at the bridge - Please make it half-eight Meet me at the bridge - Be fashionable… don’t be late If you’re a culture poacher There’s a all-day poetry show We can hic haec hoc around the clock Until it’s rhyme to go They say, “Don’t sweat the small stuff” Well, I’m small enough for one Don’t give me T-shirt philosophy Give this hungry dog a bun Meet me at the bridge - Please make it half-eight Meet me at the bridge - Be fashionable, don’t be late Meet me at the bridge - Far from the humdrum Meet me at the bridge - Just promise me… that you’ll come Words & Music: Paul Hamilton & Dave Pope, 2016.
3.
THAT’S ALL WE NEED I’m a there-found chair-bound Narrow-mounded stare-hound An up-wound downtown Get a round drink drowned All-round good eggbound Yeah sound crowd clown The now and then is there and then And I don’t care now Oh no, that’s all we need Another broken-hearted singer Put down your guitar, please And give us the peace you didn’t bring her An off-the-peg straight-leg Trouser browser e-beg Drip-dry shirt tie Money crawls, time flies Credit checks, edit texts Flat dreg, keg leg Kerfuffle muffle as I knuckle shuffle To a bj-peg Oh no, that’s all we need Another broken-hearted singer He’s gonna spill every bean He’s gonna put us through the wringer Left at an all-night right-wing Wingding singsong A mink-thonged King Kong Plays genital ping-pong The fame game blame shame The same lame ding-dong Thunderin’ while I’m wonderin’ How it’s all gone wrong Oh no, that’s all we need Another woeful soulful singer Don’t break my heart, break out the weed Bin the flowers you didn’t fling her Words & Music: Paul Hamilton & Dave Pope, 2016.
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Babylon Don 05:01
BABYLON DON This three colour collar Cost me a duller dollar Stick it on… Babylon Don Win some, lose some Grin some, booze some This round's on… Babylon Don Babylon Don - reaching his peak Babylon Don - he's here all week Babylon Don - he's going to speak Take it down, take it in Brixton Nick knows where he's been Now everything's irie, mon With Babylon Don His front: posh, ambitious He's back: washing dishes Rinse and shine on… Babylon Don Kit for the smirking classes: Git your leather sunglasses Puttin' 'em on… Babylon Don Babylon Don - reaching his peak Babylon Don - he's here all week Babylon Don - he's going to speak Rip it up, rip it off He sneeze, we cough The naked truth is there’s nothing on Babylon Don Sniff that whiff - of here-aftershave Mixed with spliff-smoke rising from his grave Pass it on… it’s Babylon Don Playing dead on the sofa Spent bread, a jammy loafer He’s toast, garçon… Babylon Don By day: a pasty face-ster By night: a tasty waster Merci, bon… Babylon Don Babylon Don - burning in the shades Babylon Don - a blaze of razorblades Babylon Don - see white straights fade Take it up, take it in Smarten out that stupid grin Wipe it off and get it on With Babylon Don Sniff that whiff - of here-aftershave Mixed with spliff-smoke rising from his grave Pass it on… it’s Babylon Don Words & Music: Paul Hamilton, Dave Pope & Andy Thomson, 2016.
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DOWNTOWN, WITSEND  You’ll always find me at Downtown, Witsend The wrong side of the tracks Round the bend I’m at the end of the line My friend… Do you think that you can save me again? From Downtown, Witsend. Oceans divide us But I can fly or swim Fast friends deride us But their headlights are dim I’m your psychic car wreck You’re my phantom limb So when are we gonna party again? I’m Downtown, Witsend. I whistle a tune But you’re not here to hear I think of you Is that a smile or a sneer? I’d sell my soul But there’s no auction here Damaged goods - do you know where to send? Downtown, Witsend Downtown, Witsend. Remember when You cut yourself by the sea? You saw the blood And came running to me I saw you all right Gave you a hug or three I have the scar, you’ve got the Amen Zen I’m Downtown, Witsend. You’ll always find me at Downtown, Witsend The wrong side of the tracks Round the bend You’ll find at the end of the line Your friend… Do you think that you can save me again? From Downtown, Witsend. Words & Music: Dave Pope, 2016.
6.
FOUR CHORDS AND A CAPO He left a note on the fridge for this wife to see He’s gone AWOL, MIA, not RIP Four chords and a capo in his case He can’t sell a CD and no-one wants it if it’s free There’s no call for wit or clever repartee He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s gonna think about hitting the road There’s no chance he’s gonna stick to the Highway Code It’s a race Four chords and a capo in his case It’s time to fix up that broken-down car And raid the slush fund he keeps on a shelf in a jar Four chords and a capo in his case Pretty soon the wheels turn, tires hit the tar Mac’s back - he’s a mission and hopes to go far He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s gonna think about hitting the road There’s no way he’s gonna stick to the Highway Code In your face! He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his case He’s got four chords and a capo in his… Bright lights, Mac knows he’s back on the scene He rolls up, downs a cool one, feeling moody and mean He’s got four chords and a capo in his case Click track, leans back, tone dirty not clean Looks up, sits down, there’s no-one to be seen Four chords and a capo in his case His ego’s about to implode But when this tour’s done he’ll be back on the road In your face! Four chords and a capo in his case He’s got a dream of hitting that motherlode Lost in showbiz, music-lover mode His one and only saving grace He’s got four chords and a capo in his case And he’s coming to a town near you! Words & Music: Dave Pope, 2016.

about

Debut mini-album/maxi-single release by New Zealand quartet THIS LITTLE BADGE.

"Who are This Little Badge?" we hear you wail. Ask us anything and we will attempt to respond.

"Are you geeky?"
We’re more software than hardcore. What defines a geek? The need to wear glasses? You find the ocular jocular, do you? We find that a bit face-ist…

"Are you hipsters?"
When the occasion arises, we can be quipsters, tipsters, spicy dipsters, checkers-of-sundry-video-clipsters. But musically, we are definitely and always cut-the-crap-and-get-a-gripsters.

"Are you dad rock?"
The Temptations made the observation that Papa was a rollin’ stone. Using that definition, we could be rockin’ gravel.


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Tasty teaser video for 'Babylon Don' here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YOf57VGI64&feature=autoshare

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credits

released October 29, 2016

This Little Badge:
Dave Pope (Guitar/Lead Vocal)
Dave Ritchie Smith (Guitar/Backing Vocal)
Hamish Cameron (Bass)
Adam Colless (Drums)

‘Pass It On’
(Catalogue No.: 2GB16)
Recorded by: Dave Ritchie Smith at Dogdamnit Studio, New Plymouth
Mastered by: Mike Gibson, Wellington
Sleeve concept & design: www.davepope.nz
Produced by: Dave Pope & Dave Ritchie Smith

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