Unscene EP

by Tim Fitz

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about

These are songs about Sydney, the unscene city. It is an EP about working in a hospital and about the what we do when the safe structures we build around ourselves start to fracture. It is a lovesong; it is my attempt to show you some relics from my journey into the joys of sound. Unscene is an exercise in multi-instrumental bedroom banditry, it wanders and never quite comes back to itself. I hope you enjoy it! There is only one song for each of us, and it is buried deep. If we can capture a moment of that song for someone else to hear and believe if even for a second, that's when we come close to doing something worthwhile. Thanks for listening. - tim

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released 23 August 2013

All songs Copyright Tim Fitz 2013
All songs written and recorded by Tim Fitz in his home.
All instruments played by Tim Fitz except:
Drums on 'Fracture' (James Jennings)
Sax on 'Hospital' (Ben Reardon)
Trombone on 'Hospital' (Brendan Champion)
Tracks 1,4,5,6 mixed by Tim Fitz
Tracks 2,3 mixed by Tom Ford at TransmissionMusic
Tracks 5,6 mastered by Tim Fitz
Tracks 1,2,3,4 mastered by Tom Ford at TransmissionMusic
Artwork photography by Tim Fitz

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Track Name: Happiness is Tugging at Your Heart
------------> happiness rusts like a new idea there's an indiscreet lust for whats true out here in the cool countless kids with their pretty voices in the clash and the clamour of the city noises happiness merchants bend to you they got money invested in the audience and now you're trapped in the trust of an expectation you're wrapped in your thoughts on the platform station happiness is tugging at your heart again on your way down in a pleasant haze under the coke sign the grimey streets are abandoned to the sound of religious beats there's a tragically common kind of blank frustration in the hearts of the kids on the platform station <-------------------