Seldom Party

Seldom Party

 Alice Springs, Northern Territory, AUS
BandPopAdult Contemporary

Seldom Party. Music through necessity. The desert is a lonely place and there is little to do except bake (in the heat, not the kitchen). To steer clear of talking to oneself, I sing to myself. If you listen in I am less of a loser. Party on.

Biography

The music and musings of Will Kendrew, who, after seven
years in London, looked for something more adventurous.
After a few months growing a beard and playing music in Hong Kong,
remote media in the Aboriginal community of Yuendumu beckoned.
When not helping others make music, he made his own -
the haunting melodramatic folk of Seldom Party.
SINATRA, Seldom Party’s first release, is out Friday 13th May 2011.
Having received recent airplay on triplej, ABC Radio National,
BBC Introducing, LA’s Eclectic Bliss, and various local stations
in Alice Springs blogs are beginning to take note, with the new
reviews and interviews materialising helping to take the music of
Seldom Party further from it’s origins in the desert.

“Sinatra had his time, some time! some time!
Let’s dance until we die - dissolve into the night,
come fly with me and stay there a matter of hours.”

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Lyrics

The Biker

Written By: Seldom Party

And to ride with inhibitions, coloured streams and no ambitions, turn up and ride.
Close the doors on hapless pressures, confidence in draftless pleasures, turn up and ride.

Turn me inside.

You are not alone.

You create the future, I'll recreate the past. Concentrate on fate and details, summers that never last.

And to ride with innocence, confidence in deliverance, I'll turn up and ride.
Close the doors on misconceptions, paradise as drunk vacations.

Turn me inside.

You create the future, I'll recreate the past, and remonstrate with unsung demons that come and go so fast.
Now I've cleaned out my headspace and always say my prayers, the very notion of intimate's not one that i can wear.

I cannot bear to see my love.

Gypsy Thief

Written By: Seldom Party

She rode away on a horse and a cart,
She did not pay no remorse for my
heart,
Well I'll be damned, the Gypsy was a thief.

She sticks to the
shadows, recoups what she's caught,
My heart's a mouse and she swoops like a
hawk,
Well I'll be damned, the Gypsy was a thief.

On bail from the police
as I rushed her defence,
From gaol I'll release as the crush was
immense,
Well, I'll be damned, the Gypsy was a thief.

I ain't seen her
since with exception to sleep,
but I've been convinced that perfection was
reached.
The Hawk's been set free and the horses fed,
but what about me, the
Mouse is dead,

Well I'll be damned, the Gypsy was a thief.
I loved albeit
brief.
My only friend is grief.
The Gypsy was a thief.

My Literary Kingdom

Written By: Seldom Party

If you listen,
you can hear the lover wake,
and wake,
he does,
you can hear the woman cuss,
into the night and on for a year,
undone by a sympathetic ear,
out of the veil, and the ordinary.

It's a cautionary tale from my literary kingdom,
one that I could do without.
It's a cautionary tale, one that I forgot to mention,
one that rung true, as I tell...

"Go on,
step back from yourself,
put down the knife -
the sole disguise that I don't want to mess with.
Go on,
listen to yourself,
these walls are thinner than you first surmised,
and I want to wake up with my head held high -
that's if we wake at all."

If you listen,
you can hear the weapon drawn,
make out the lover scorn,
glass against the wall
in time
to witness
a crime
committed,
what if
she heard me?
in haste,
absurdly
my heart is racing -
the time she's facing!
these lines we're drawing
are mighty blurry.

This is a message to myself,
this is a lesson i would rather have gone without.
This is the leverage I wouldn't have lived without.
This is the lesson that I'd rather have gone without.

It's a cautionary tale from my literary kingdom,
one that i was forced to tell.
It's a cautionary tale, one that I forget to mention,
I want you to live without.
It's a cautionary tale from my literary kingdom,
one that i was forced to tell.
It's a cautionary tale from my literary kingdom,
from my throne it could end well.

(c) 2010 Seldom Party

Good To Me

Written By: Seldom Party

You came here on a whim
and talked to me,
offered me ashes
voluntarily.

I saw you were alone
and sidled by,
unbridled by knowledge
and half as shy.

A token of the past
at once benign.
"The carriage awaits, sir",
all in good time.

I've written your plans
on the back of my hand.

I know it's too soon,
Long Live You!

It's not right, sure feels good to me.
that's not right, sure feels good to me.


Held back from a kiss to day.

Someone please abuse me.

don't know why, Opportunity.

This ends now,
and the sooner the better
or we'll run out of time.
I don't hold the key,
Nor does (s)he.

That's not right, sure feels good to me.

Discography

Debut release, SINATRA, out 13.05.11

two tracks streamable at http://seldomparty.com/sinatra

Raise Your Hand and My Literary Kingdom have garnered airplay on TripleJ, ABC Radio National and BBC Introducing

more music at www.seldomparty.com

Set List

My Literary Kingdom
Sinatra Had His Time
Good To Me
Blood All Over The Floor
Raise Your Hand
We are in Love,
I Want to Wake up With You,
Your Love is Dead,
Gypsy Thief,
I am a Diva,