stubble

stubble

 Malvern East, Victoria, AUS
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Stubble is an Australian band that encapsulates and celebrates the glory and power of Australian rock’n’roll. The single “Bent, Broke, Busted and Bored” was awarded second place in the Rock/Indie section of the 2005 ASA “Songwriter of the Year” competition.

Biography

Stubble is an Australian band that encapsulates and celebrates the glory and power of Australian Rock’n’Roll. Forming in 2004, Stubble delivers a unique fusion of classic rock, country, ska and quality blues.

Full of energy and strong musicianship the group´s first E.P. release “On the Drink Again” led to a highly successful promotional tour, “The Official Stubble East Coast Highway Tour” and was on high rotation across countless East Coast airwaves, from FBI FM Sydney, 3PBS Melbourne to 4ZZZ FM Brisbane and includes the hit single “Bent, Broke, Busted and Bored” which was awarded second place in the Rock/Indie section of the 2005 Australian Songwriters Association “Songwriter of the Year” competition. The film clip to the song also regularly featured on Channel V.

Stubble have already wowed crowds at the Tamworth Country Music festival, Penshurst MF, and Melbourne’s St Kilda Festival, while continuing to get revelers feet tapping across numerous Melbourne establishments including The Tote, Barleycorn, ESPY, and maintain a residency at ‘Pint on Punt’. Stubble’s profile in the Melbourne music scene is growing fast on the strength of their dynamic live shows.

With the Stubble pedal planted firmly to the metal this hard rockin’ fun lovin’, high octane music machine is fully primed and ready to quench your thirst!

Lyrics

Beatin' the Bush

Written By: David O'Brien

A wise old man once sat down and told me, he said listen closely son
"Out there these people, they always want to own you - don't ever let them know you" X 2
But not me, 'cause you see

I'm beatin' the bush
I'm feeling proud for myself
I need a strong media push
To make myself commander of the universe

Bumped into an old friend the other day she said to hold me, she was lonely and she had
too many different reasons to be said she was a bad, bad, lady
Yes I took her home and said you've got to trust me, its so easy you will see
I'm more than qualified for this interaction. I'm the professor of desire

How many times does it take
to make it happen. I'm still in my prime, give or take but I'm back in the action

I'm beatin' the bush....

For 25 years I have worked
Breaking by back on this place
now I've sold my land, bought guitar and I'm back in the race

I'm beatin' the bush...
Don't ever let them know, they'll only try to own you

How many Parties

Written By: Simon Grainger

HOW MANY PARTIES

She’s the kind of woman who don’t suffer fools like me,
As she stares into the stars that made her beautiful and wise.
In Ravens Craig she sits, in her castle on the junction.
At her humble kitchen table you get your heart and stomach filled.

They come around and ring the bell, see her silhouette down the hall.
The heavy door swings open and you’re greeted with a smile.
Down the hall past the rooms full of opulence and glitter,
To the comfort of her.
She wasn’t born with a silver spoon but she lived like a movie star.

How many parties can you squeeze into one life.
How many cigarettes and how many wines.

You can tell a girl by the friends she keeps,
And about them there is little doubt.
With three gold rings on her fingers,
She knew what real men were about

Carl was the only one she saw to the end
And she missed his agile mind
But the most perfect man who ever held her hand
Came as a surprise.

How many parties can you squeeze into one life.
How many cigarettes and how many wines.
Say hi to Margaret, she’ll be waiting on the other side.
Say hi to Mum and Dad, they’ve been waiting your whole life.

Funny things she said, pictures in your mind.
Words from another time, strange to you and I.

How many parties can you squeeze into one life.
How many cigarettes and how many wines.
(Gwenda McKenzie, ooh what a lady)
Say hi to Margaret, she’ll be waiting on the other side.
(Gwenda McKenzie, ooh what a lady)
Say hi to Mum and Dad, they’ve been waiting your whole life.

Clean up Bull

Written By: David O'Brien Brad Newton

CLEAN UP BULL (O’Brien/Newton)

Sitting pretty – In your cold hard cell
Told me how you missed the city – But it was good for your soul
In the middle of a situation – You were cold hard steel
Never let a bit of information - get past the Clean Up Bull

What’s that your sayin – Can’t hear going deaf
Oh shit was that yesterday – Oh yeah you should have been there

Even though its not your fault
Even though you missed the train
You should have seen it coming
And now you’ve only got yourself to blame
And now you’ve only got yourself to blame

Good to hear ya – been meaning to call
Almost dropped round to see you – But I didn’t have the balls.
I’ll pay the money back to you – no fear no sweat
Just tell ‘em that it’s coming – not to worry about it yet

I’m the Clean up bull
Gettin my quota fill
I’m the Clean Up Bull
It’s gonna be wonderful
Well I’m the clean up bull
Keeping my hands full
Well I’m the Clean up Bull
Well I’ll gettin’ round to you now honey just after I get through with you

Nothin Doin – in this one pub town
Went on over to the church there – pass the plate around
Hang around until the Christening – Baptism bald head
Wasn’t sure if you were listening – wasn’t sure if your were dead

Time to start drinkin' again

Written By: David O'Brien

Time To Start Drinkin’ again

Well I was wastin’ my time, I was blowin’ my chances again
I wasn’t lookin too good, but I was feelin’ OK
I got a call from a friend, who said that you had left me again
Well what could I do, what could I say

So I wasted no time, I put my shirt on again.
I wasn’t feelin’ too good, but I was lookin’ OK
And I turned to the boys, I said “Boys, It’s time to start drinkin’ again”.
Well else could I do? Before I gotta play

Chorus
So when your baby has gone and your all alone again
When the boys hit town, and they’ve just got their pay
Whilst the bands warmin’ up, and its drum sound check again
It’s one hour to go, and its time to start drinkin’ again

When I take it slow, it brings back memories of you
And when I wanna let go, I hit the bourbon again
But what I wanna know, is girl, will you love me again
Will I win or I loose, oh don’t make me choose between you and the booze

Chorus

But that don’t change the way I feel about you
It’s just the way that I know how to get through
Another night of singing all these songs without you honey
I gotta try with all of my might, to get my head right

Then you walk in the door, and I make eye contact with you
And I give you a smile, I just can’t put away
So you’ve come to the show, which means I’m a chance again
But I gotta think quick, your pretty in pink, can I buy you a drink

Chorus

It’s one hour to go, let’s get on with show, Oh baby don’t go
And its time to start drinkin’ again.

Gone to the Dogs

Written By: David O'Brien

GONE TO THE DOGS

Well I never had a whole lotta love, time or money
Never had a reason to be
Always had a fascination for the bunny
Tried to be the best I could be

So I headed down the coast in the back of a van
Unleashed for the run feel my paws hit the sand
Stride to the box, turn my head they were looking at me
They were looking at me

So I’m caged in the box seems like years on the lamb
Busting for a chance to break free
Heading down the straight with a chance to be great
And some mongrel yapping at me

Railed wide round the corner, got three deep wanting water,
Made my move down the back, passed the Collingwood hack
Headed to the line, caught my stride passed the gate, 1, 2, 3

Chorus
And I’m gone to the dogs
I’m having a big night
Got it made, the bunny’s in my sights
I’m gone to the dogs
I’m off to the dogs (backups “Gone to the Dogs”)
Got it made, the bunny is mine X 4

Well I’m a black dog wheeler
From a Greyhound dealer
Born and Bred for my speed
Raised up on raisons chasing rabbit faked creations
Building up a hunger and need

But when I get to the track with a number on my back
And feel the rush of the wind as the bunny flashes by
I hear seventeen hundred dollars prize money following me

Chorus 2
Bridge/Solo

Running down the back feel my paws grip the track
It was just too good to see
I had everybody watching me, willing me and wanting me
To be the best I could be

So I turned inside snarled my teeth at the bitch
Who was wearing red number 3
This I what I like every Friday night
Try keeping up with me –
(I’m gone to the dogs X4) – (barking and howling)

Well on old dog is cagey, got no time for the ladies
But don’t under estimate me
When I need one more effort I get let off my teather
To be the best I might be

So as I head for the City for a shot at the champ
Feeling strong in my bones
As I turning back for home
(I never had a better rails run for my money) X 3 I’m free

Hank

Written By: Simon Grainger

Hank

Country boy learned to play the blues,
Sang in that honky style that a white man do.
He’s got a pain in his heart,
Got a cry in his voice.

Born to be a rambling man with driving ambition,
But when he got to the top that was not the end of his mission.
Skipping gigs at the Opry
To go back home where he wanna be.

(chorus)
Cowboy hats and tassles
Skinny legs and broken cheap guitars
Drinking binges and morphine for the pain,
Take one last look cos you won’t be seeing me again.

He had a girl, the only one strong enough
But even she ran, whiskey and guns made life quite tough.
With him on the road and her home alone,
Her cold heart would inspire a tune.

(chorus)

legends don’t look like legends when they’re being made
Hank would just tell the world about whats going on in side.
He’d pound those words against his soul and polish them til they shone.
The story of every man, and the road every man walks on.

(chorus)

Hank

Written By: Simon Grainger

Hank

Country boy learned to play the blues,
Sang in that honky style that a white man do.
He’s got a pain in his heart,
Got a cry in his voice.

Born to be a rambling man with driving ambition,
But when he got to the top that was not the end of his mission.
Skipping gigs at the Opry
To go back home where he wanna be.

(chorus)
Cowboy hats and tassles
Skinny legs and broken cheap guitars
Drinking binges and morphine for the pain,
Take one last look cos you won’t be seeing me again.

He had a girl, the only one strong enough
But even she ran, whiskey and guns made life quite tough.
With him on the road and her home alone,
Her cold heart would inspire a tune.

(chorus)

legends don’t look like legends when they’re being made
Hank would just tell the world about whats going on in side.
He’d pound those words against his soul and polish them til they shone.
The story of every man, and the road every man walks on.

(chorus)

Hank

Written By: Simon Grainger

Hank

Country boy learned to play the blues,
Sang in that honky style that a white man do.
He’s got a pain in his heart,
Got a cry in his voice.

Born to be a rambling man with driving ambition,
But when he got to the top that was not the end of his mission.
Skipping gigs at the Opry
To go back home where he wanna be.

(chorus)
Cowboy hats and tassles
Skinny legs and broken cheap guitars
Drinking binges and morphine for the pain,
Take one last look cos you won’t be seeing me again.

He had a girl, the only one strong enough
But even she ran, whiskey and guns made life quite tough.
With him on the road and her home alone,
Her cold heart would inspire a tune.

(chorus)

legends don’t look like legends when they’re being made
Hank would just tell the world about whats going on in side.
He’d pound those words against his soul and polish them til they shone.
The story of every man, and the road every man walks on.

(chorus)

Mystic Muse

Written By: Simon Grainger

Mystic Muse

I’ve been runnin’, from these shadows
And its about time that I turned around.
That I got to know you,
‘cos you’re my best friend.
And I’m my own worst enemy.

Maybe I won’t stop, though I might try,
My feet are on a rail, guarded by a black dog.
Guarded by a black muse.
And she’s my best friend.
And she’s my own worst enemy.

(chorus)
It’s a letter to the dark,
You can try to tie me down
But what you’re trying to take from me I would gladly give.
You’re just a mystic muse.

So now I thank you for your nightmares
Nightmares made my dreams come true.

(chorus)

From your bitter hand I feed
Your poison does me good
And what you’re trying to give to me I would gladly take.
You’re just a mystic muse.

Discography

¨On the Drink Again¨ E.P.
2004
"Bent Broke Busted and Bored"
2005
¨Live at the Greyhound¨ 2005
¨Don't Wake the Neighbours¨
2007
¨How Many Parties¨
2009

Set List

Long Time
Don't Get Me Started
Time to start drinking again
Hank
Smash and Grab
Beer Lease
Only Got Light
Clean up Bull
Stubby Thief
Gone To The Dogs
On The Drink Again
How many parties
St. Lucia Pottery Massacre
Vann Mann
She Wants Me
Beatin the Bush