So TV weatherman Mike Bailey has decided to stand as a Labor candidate at the next federal election.
I always loved the dramatic way he’d say ‘the pressure is rising’ when giving the barometric report. The pressure always seemed to be rising. For a long time I’ve had the idea of taking a year of his barometric reports and turning them into a sound piece. But like most of my ideas for artworks (and blog posts) I couldn’t be bothered with the execution. Well, I have plenty of other things to be getting on with.
Here, have a song:
Luke Haines - Bailed Out (from Luke Haines is Dead)
Your star is descending
Round here blindly
Tell your dancing daughter
That there’s no room
on the wing
We can bitch
but it ain’t tinsel town
Hey! Starchild
Can’t dance
Left out on a useless limb
This party will start
To drag you down
Slap your face
and pull your hair
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this skin is shed
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this thing is dead
I was in traction
started off smiling
Couldn’t help laughing
I was astounded when
They caught you unaware
And some missionary said
That this week
we’ve got to shoot
All the dancing girls
And then replace them
With satellites instead.
This party will start
To drag you down
Slap your face
and pull your hair
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this skin is shed
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this thing is dead
Like to see something change
Around here, around there
