Pass It On

by This Little Badge

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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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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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Track Name: Pretend
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.
Track Name: Meet Me At The Bridge
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.
Track Name: That's All We Need
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.
Track Name: Babylon Don
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.
Track Name: Downtown, Witsend
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.
Track Name: Four Chords And A Capo
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.