Tailor Made Heartache

by The Wedded Bliss

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This album was recorded live at Infidel Studios, Queanbeyan, NSW over the weekend of January 22 & 23. "The Ballad of Ronnie & Dot" was recorded on the evening of Thursday March 3. We had a little time left over during those three days to overdub mandolin, steel & banjo-guitar parts, but most of the tracks are live. Cameron played hi-hat on "Don't Go Messin' ('round the Junkie Flats)" Album production was mostly a collaborative process, although Matt did steer the ship at times when R.B. was lost at sea.

Contact & bookings: randall_blair@hotmail.com

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released April 21, 2011

Engineered by Cameron Burns

Mixed By Cameron Burns and Duncan Lowe at Infidel Studios

Mastered by Eric Conn, Independent Mastering, Nashville, Tennessee

Album design & Photography: Konrad Lenz

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The Wedded Bliss Canberra, Australia

"The Wedded Bliss are just plain wonderful, a rose scented brew of beer-tap poetry and narrative country with a side plate of 50s rock melody. Cheerful, melancholy, funny…" - BMA Magazine

The Wedded Bliss is a labour of love for Randall Blair, Matt Nightingale and Lachlan Coventry.

They are a band that that will have you tapping your toes, singing along to their catchy country swing tunes.
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Track Name: Floodwater
I’ve got floodwater rising through these veins, through these veins
I’ve been knocking over bar stools, been drinking cheap champagne
Been stealing from the tip-jar, been making myself a name
I’ve got floodwater rising through these veins, right through these veins

I’ve got acetate, got sulphate in my lungs, in my lungs
I’ve been bludging all my cigarettes, smoked a little too much for some
They say that three is company but I believe I’m only one
I’ve got acetate, got sulphate in my lungs, in my lungs

She’s got her fiancé, I’ve got my ginger wine
What more can I say I was drunk by half-past-nine
Fish are jumping in the sea, but I think I’ve broke my line
Can I bludge another drink, cause I think it’s closing time

Now this lazy eye’s been lazin’ round the room, around the room
I’ve been lying through my teeth, just to take a peek at you
I’ll tell you that I love you, but I haven’t thought it through
This lazy eye’s been lazin’ round the room
This acetate’s been floating round the room
This floodwater’s been rising around the room, right round the room
Track Name: One Little Push
Oh one little push and out the bed
Well it’s cold in my bones
I want the bed instead
Well one little heave
And I’m back on my feet
One little push that’s all I need

One little push put me to shame
When push came to shove
Well I’ll wear the blame
Now I ain’t quite so keen
‘Cause your push stole the scene
And now one little push that’s all I need

One little push that’s all I need
Oh One Little push that’s all I need
I can’t face the day, but the day’s on it’s way
And now one little push that’s all I need

One little push that’s all I need
Oh I’ll drop the clutch and I’ll get some speed
Well don’t pull the choke, don’t fix it, I ain’t broke
Just one little push that’s all I need

One little push that’s all I need…
Track Name: High Side Of Me
I want me a house on the High Side of the Street
The High Side of the Street
That’s where I want to be
I’ll lay down my troubles, gonna kick up my feet
Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street

You don’t pay no rent on that Side of the Street
Your plate’s always full and your tea’s always sweet
So kick of your boots, you can rest up your feet
Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street

I’m heading on up to that Side of the Street
The High Side of Me, that’s where I want to be
I’ll lay down my troubles gonna kick up my feet
Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street

Well if you’re a beggar, even if you’re a thief
You welcome right here on this Side of the Street
Your plate’s always full and the talk’s never cheap
Things’ll be sweet on that Side of the Street

I’m heading on up….
Track Name: Two's Too Many, Three's Not Enough
Well they filled up the Leagues Club on Grand Final Day
I was fifteen years old, they said ‘It’s time to play’
So they lined up a whiskey and they lined up a beer
And said ‘Two ain’t too many, in this Grand Final Year’

Now there’s many a poor boy, many a fool undone
By Bright Lights and brash girls and a man’s kind-of-fun
So fill up my dram now that big night can’t wait
‘Cause too ain’t too many, but three’s tempting fate

Now two’s too many, three’s not enough
I’ll empty my pockets, fill up my cup
And four’s for your health now, five’s for your luck
Two’s too many, three’s not enough

I’ve been punch drunk, been dead drunk, been led to this place
But the last cup I’ll sip from, is my sweet saviour’s grace
He’ll turn the wine back to water, but the whiskey’s just too tough
When two is too many, and three’s not enough

Now two’s too many, three’s not enough…
Track Name: Teenage Soap Star
I could’a been a teenage soap star in a medicine show
Talking all those big lines with a tele-genic glow
I could’a had drama and romance, been the hottest thing you’d seen
And every night at tea-time on your television screen

That could’a been me, that should’a been me
That would’a been me, that could’a been me

I could’a been in all those social pages and those glossy magazines
Not livin’ on a wage, just livin’ on a dream
Oh but every night at tea-time, if you can do your sums
I could’a been a teenage soap star, but now I’m just picking up crumbs

That could’a been me, that should’a been me
That would’a been me, that could’a been me

But oh, I know it’s cold,
There ain’t no sin in growing old
My feet are tired and my hearts not free
‘Cuz oh good lord that could’a been me

That could’a been me, that should’a been me
That would’a been me, that could’a been me
I could’a been a teenage soap star in a medicine show,
Talking all those big lines with a tele-genic glow
I could’a been writing my name on that old sunset strip
Right now I’m pounding the pavement, back then I could’a been it

That could’a been me, that should’a been me
That would’a been me, that could’a been me…
Track Name: Work With Me
If it’s dirty work, work with me
If it pays the worst, work with me
Bite the hardest tack, work to ache this back
Give me dignity, and work with me

If it’s deathly dull, work with me
I will give my all, if you work with me
I will clench my teeth, I still ache for what I seek
Just give me dignity, and work with me

Wake me wake me when the day it dawns
Don’t let me sleep in at all
Shake me shake me, when the night it falls
I hear the bell it toll, still that dollar calls

If it’s dangerous, then work with me
Ease my fearfulness, and work with me
Fill my heart with grit, won’t you cushion every hit
Just give me dignity, work with me
Give me dignity, work with me
Give me dignity, work with me
Track Name: Blood of Ben Hall
Oh a man he was rued of his love and his land
She left him with nothing at all
No fortune to rule, no favour too cruel
For a man of the likes of Ben Hall

Well you all may of heard of that bush-ranging man
He robbed Peter but never did pay Paul
But what of his wife now, who packed up her life
And left with the child of Ben Hall

No coin in the coffers, just clay in the pan
Don’t beg for an offer, bail up what you can
So chin up and chest out, you weren’t born a Boy Scout
You were born with that blood of Ben Hall

That child she would chew on that grief stricken grain
As pride surely beckons a fall
That child will learn her name, taste that bittersweet pain
She was born with that blood of Ben Hall

No coin in the coffers, just clay in the pan
Don’t beg for an offer, bail up what you can
So chin up and chest out, you weren’t born a boy scout
You were born with that blood of Ben Hall

Now there’s mud on your best shirt and blood on your back
And a scar where you first took a fall
So don’t ask for forgiveness, they’ll make you their business
You were born with that blood of Ben Hall

No coin in the coffers…
Track Name: Don't Go Messin' (Round The Junky Flats)
Well Debbie chase Jonnie with a butcher’s knife
Down The Old Stairwell on a Saturday night
So Don’t you talk to strangers, better watch your back
And don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats

Well they start their drinking on a pension day
And when they get a skin-full they’ll be on their way
So don’t you talk to strangers, better watch your back
And don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats

Don’t go sniffing where the air ain’t clean
Don’t go walking where the grass ain’t green
Don’t go swimming where the water’s thick
And don’t you go messin’ with a needle stick

Don’t you go messin’, Don’t you go messin’
Don’t go messin’ where the Junkies might mess you up too

Well Debbie said to Jonnie better watch your mouth
The way you’ve been heading, you’ll be heading south
So don’t you talk to strangers, better watch your back
And don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats

Don’t go sniffing where the air ain’t clean
Don’t go walking where the grass ain’t green
Don’t go swimming where the water’s thick
And don’t you go messin’ with a needle stick

Don’t go messin’ where the Junkies might mess you up too

Now poor little Jordy thought he’d have his fun
He’d spook old Debbie with a knock and run
But he fell down the stairwell and he broke his back
So don’t you go messin’ round the Junky Flats

Don’t go…
Track Name: Low
Oh down in the valley we ache for our fill
There’s dust in the lake full of carrion kill
There’s heat in the foothills like a pulse you can feel
So don’t swim in the lake and don’t sleep at the wheel

Low Low Low

Oh down in the valley these souls ain’t been saved
They dug up the church yard and opened the graves
They once tried to tame it with ritual and rite
But the children keep teeming and the blacksnakes still bite

Low Low Low

Oh down in the valley only heartache prevails
There’s grief in the gravy and guilt in the pail
The widows are orphaned and the babies are born
God moves through the dust as he tempers his scorn

Low Low Low

Don’t you stop in the valley don’t you pause the remote
At the first sign of trouble drop the clutch and the choke
You see a flash and a sliver, if your senses take fright
‘Cause the slower the reflex, the deeper the bite

Low Low Low
Track Name: Hold On (We're all Coming Home)
When there’s God up above, and Hell down below
But no wind in your sails, and no light on the road
Oh your damned if your don’t, oh you would but you won’t
Now it’s time to concede, and wear that heart on your sleeve

For the rivers will run, and the sea it will swell
Rally round the old drum, we’re going to ring the town bell
Hold on my Friend, hold on My love, hold on
We’re all coming Home

Well this world needs its war, it’s too cheap to give in
Like a scratch needs a sore just to bleed through the skin
No there won’t be applause, there’s no one to award
So chin up and chest out, wipe the blood from your mouth

For the rivers will run, and the sea it will swell
Rally round the old drum, we’re going to ring the town bell
Hold on my Friend, hold on My love, hold on
We’re all coming Home

It’s beautiful and sad, heartbroken but true
For every joy that we’ve had, there’ll be heartache anew
So may that god up above, give you light on the road
Push the wind through your sails
Keep the devil down below

For the rivers will run, and the sea it will swell…
Track Name: Tailor Made Heartache
I’ve got a tailor-made heartache
Spilling ink upon this sleeve
I’m talking tears, I’m talking heart break
And taking years to let it bleed
Oh it’s a tailor-made heartache for a custom made fool
I got a tailor made heartache, no other heartache is gonna do

I’m livin’ low among the loveless
I’m living low amongst their kin
A little touch just for the luckless
A little touch will soothe my skin
Oh it’s a tailor-made heartache for a custom made fool
I got a tailor made heartache, no other heartache is gonna do

In that tailor making twilight
You said we’d break before we’d bend
We took a left we took a turn right
Straight to our tailor making end

Your heading west of the divide now
You’ve turned your back against the sea
They say all rivers run to home now
But you ain’t running back to me
Oh it’s a tailor-made heartache for a custom made fool
I got a tailor made heartache, no other heartache is gonna do

Got a tailor made heartache, and that heartache’s name is …
Track Name: Tarakan
Yeah that’s me back in ‘45
Too young to vote, but old enough to die
They gave me a slouch hat and a ‘303
The good old AIF had a place for me

Tarakan

They told God above and every rank below
We’re gonna rid this land of Tokyo Rose
Every cap and gun, down to the man
On every precious inch of Tarakan

Tarakan

Well the motors ran and the sea did swell
And the Church of Man did ring it bell
Like a sacrament of blood and sand
Forced through the teeth of Tarakan

Tarakan

Olive drab and jungle green
A cordite fuming khaki dream
And my brothers here, part of the plan
Lying face down on Tarakan

Tarakan

All you Kings and Queens if you’re keeping score
Yeah we rid this land of the Emperor
Every cap and gun, down to the man
A little blood for oil on Tarakan

Tarakan
Track Name: Ship In A Bottle
Take all that you want, take all of your fill
My sweetest, my dearest, my swine and my swill
Take all of my shrapnel and all my goodwill
My ship’s in a bottle and I’m sailing on still

To where love’s yet to conquer, to write its own name
Where there’s Judas and Jesus and Abel and Cain
Oh I’ll pack up their troubles and all their ill-will
Right into this bottle we’re going sailing on still

Sailin’ on Still, sailin’ on still
Oh we’re well past the yardarm
A rum tot, an old psalm
The deep swell I’m going to drink up my fill
Sailin’ on still, Sailin’ on Still

I’m going to pick up Magellan, I’m going to bring him back round
Through the Straits of Gibraltar, to the Prince William Sound
Oh to Hell it won’t matter, if we sink in landfill
Our Ship’s in this bottle, we’re going sailing on still

Sailin’ on Still, sailin’ on still
With the last tide remaining
This yardarm is breaking
The deep swell I’m going to drink up my fill
Sailin’ on still, Sailin’ on Still

Take all that you want, take all of your fill
My sweetest, my dearest, my swine and my swill
My ship’s in a bottle and drinking my fill
My ship’s in a bottle and I’m sailing on still