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"Gertrude" was born of dreams of narrow gauge railways, inland oceans, oilskins and society beauties. The visions became songs shakily assembled of ringing sixths and sevenths.

In August of 2015, amid the sublime splendour of the Telfer family property east of Hawker in the Flinders Ranges, The Maraby Band got down to documenting these songs properly, the music coagulating into a cohesive canon of clarinets, crashes and crying guitars.

These songs are not tawdry Australian parochialism, they are pure fantasy of an alternate “rêver” of the outback; of mallee, mountain, steam, dreams and love.

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released July 1, 2017

"Gertrude" performed by:

David Blumberg
Tom Spall
James Mannix
Joe Alexander
Pat Telfer
Noah Renolds
Harry Freeman
Georgia Lucy Ingall
Maile Ingall
Luke Kenny
Celeste Juliet
Luke Kenny

Composed by David Blumberg except for "Submariners.." by Renolds, Spall, Mannix and Blumberg
Recorded and mixed by Tom Spall
Mastered by Mikey Young

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Track Name: Gertrude's Boredom
Well, a country house ain't no place for a lady with eyes
Those yolks are magnets, don't you dare keep her inside
She can see all the lights
Patent Eighteen Sixty-Five
And a barristers mansion don't allow for expansion of sight

Well, a country house ain't no place for a lady with a nose,
Olfactory wonders, the bovine pungence of toes
She's not the type
To sit sniffing bouquets all night
And this barristers mansion don't allow her to smell like she might

Well, a country house ain't no place for a lady with a tongue
The boredom of bland british beef renders it numb
And in her dreams
She tastes everything that she sees
And a barristers mansion ain't no place for thoughts like these

Red hens rolling up and down the tracks
Hills and Henley, Northfield lines are back
Gertrude won't you sit back and relax
Meet Mr. Sargent
Track Name: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw
Lady Agnew,
Who knows what for?
I knew no oooh
Laid of Lochnaw
Sends me a shoe
Hung on my floor
Oily goo
Peel off the wall
Eyes of galore!
Lady Agnew

I wanna ride in a jumbo
I wanna ride through the golf course
I wanna go to the seaside
Tonight!

I wanna ride in a jumbo
Said the Spectre to Gertrude
I wanna go to the seaside
Tonight!

Lady Agnew,
Vernon, Gertrude
Galloway Queen
Pearl in the nude
Spectre it came
Opened the tune
Into her dreams
Faintest of "choos"
Sown was the seed
In Lady Agnew

The Spectre slipped and switched the sides
Of the Galloway Ladys' sleeping mind
Awakens she amongst the gums
In a southern world of locomotion!
Track Name: Under the Gums
What's a girl of society
Doing under the old gum tree?
Gunzel ponders across the field
Pocket the pipe and a click of the heel

Gertrude don't be rude!

Mysterious dusts, and lathered clouds
Hanging round my ankles now
Petticoats are petty fears
Here's a dude and he's looking weird!

Gertrude where are you?

I'm a long long way from home
Not a pen to call my own
Not a dream of steam to know
In this land of the telegraph pole

Gertrude don't be rude!
Track Name: Gunzelman
I put dubbin on my boots
To keep 'em waterproof
'Cos when I'm out there on the track
The rain beats down my back

I wear a belt around my waist
To keep my pants in place
'Cos when I'm running to the station
I don't lose the steeplechase

I'm a Gunzelman in a world of traffic
Je suis demodee mais je suis dynamique
I'm a locomotive guy
In an automotive world

I wear a tie around my neck
To keep the fashion trends in check
And I tie a windsor knot
Lest my soul begin to rot

And I've got a secret power
That keeps 'em running on the hour
I'm the Jehovah of the rails
Allah of the tracks

I'm a Gunzelman in a world of traffic
Je suis demodee mais je suis dynamique
I'm a locomotive guy
In an automotive world
Track Name: Where Art Thou Legs?
Over several nights I dreamt a dream
Of water turning into steam
And diesel following from that
And paintings turning into fact

Where are your legs? What is your name?
What is this tree from whence I came?
The name I take is Gunzelman
My legs are in another land

I am a long long way from home
And Andrews nowhere to be known
I know not of the home you speak
The narrow gauge is at your feet

Shall I follow down the path?
Beneath the shadows of the bath?
Do take my hand and face the wind
Hear the submerged railway sing!
Track Name: Ten Sighs Higher
Ten sighs higher,
Vision denies her,
Locks of secret,
Blues of desire,
Furs entail such winds which transpire,
Heavenly

Ten sighs deeper,
Bends of my sleep, where
Sails unfurl as
Locks of her curls
Intensify such dreamward arrival
Presently

Quell this temper,
Send for the gentle,
Mirror motion
Run with the devil
Spurs and branches, hills of my distant
Memory

Ten sighs higher,
No vision clearer
No such lyre
Delved any nearer
No sound sweeter, nor tones indeed, her
Sensually
Track Name: Iron Shoes
Contorted shapes that greet me,
Proceed to fly discreetly,
Take another dive 'til the shower subsides

Contented and invented,
Seven-fifty millimented,
Three on a two and a broken carafe
This, I understand, is just one and a half

And I know just where I'm going
Going where the junctions overflowing
And you can break my gauge
But you can't take my iron shoes

All crossings ain't so level
Since I made this pact with the devil
Cut off all your hair and you'll fly through the air!

Once I knew a guy named Gunzel
Had no legs yet ran through the jungle
Showed me to the horse that will run on a course
Now I am bound by these tracks on the ground

And I know just where I'm going
Going where the junctions overflowing
And you can break my gauge
But you can't take my iron shoes
Track Name: Strangely, It Seems
Strangely, it seems
That I can't understand whether
She's in my dreams
Or tugging on to my leather
Fantastic speeds
I'm hanging on to that letter
The breeze whispers yet tells me not where she's gone

Strangely, it seems
I met her under a gum tree
She shed her leaves
And rode the rails beside me
Across the seas
'cross the mountains and mallee
The breeze whispered across the tracks that we made

Redhens rolling up and down the track
Gertrude won't you sit back and relax

Strangely, it seems
I lost her far from the valley
Far from the streams
And all the dreams of the mallee
All that steam
All that we carried
The breeze whispers but tells me not where I'm found

Redhens rolling up and down the track
Gertrude won't you sit back and relax
Track Name: In The Tradition of my Forebears
In the tradition of my forebears
I keep things outta sight
Rearrange the tune into a simpler time

Subversive wishing
I pull the venetians
You gotta know respect, pontificates the lump above the bloody deck

Lieutenant fission, I run the dish here
Cure me like meat
Become to me a vessel of a continental spring

In the tradition of my forebears
The pink lays in the tub
I see the spectre silent as I shrug him off

Lethargic ointment
Contain me tightly
Within a certain frame, A lovers name to crane my eyes delightfully

On the condition,
That you don't leave, dear
A diesel powered ride, will keep us side by side into the night

In the tradition of my forebears,
I'll keep this in my mind,
Barricade, away to breathe another time