Island tracks ep

by Rusty Falcon

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It has taken 4 years of blood, sweat, tears and practise to get these songs down after the first Rusty Falcon ep. These new tracks head in a different direction as life is constantly in motion. My song writing perspective changes with that motion. After performing most of these songs solo for a couple of years I am very pleased indeed to finally get these tracks recorded and on CD. The old adage of “nothing good ever comes out of giving up” still rings true to this day.
A big thanks to James Fox Higgins for his excellent production and musical skills on the bulk of these songs and my old friend Mark McCormack for his work on “Sound the alarm”. Big thanks to Wade Roskam at Parenna studios, King Island Radio, Tim Woodburn, Tim Leo, Jarred Perryman and my wonderful wife Elly for all of your valued support.
Without all of you this ep would not have happened.
Thanks to all those that buy and support the art of independent and local musicians.
Thanks to Mick McGrath for the support, the lessons and a bass part that got lost in the sands of time, or maybe in the mist of a whisky glass.
Special thanks to my ever supportive, proud and wonderful family.
To King Islanders wherever you are, clink your glasses and crank that stereo!
Your spirit makes this rock such a special place to be, may that spirit and your memories remain forever strong.

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releases June 27, 2020

Words and music by Troy Smith
Guitars and vocals by Troy Smith
Drums by Troy Smith and James Higgins
Bass guitar, Keys and piano James Higgins
Recorded at the Roaring forties studio on King Island
Mixed and mastered at the Foxden studios Murwillumbah NSW

*Except Sound the alarm
Production, drums, bass and keys by Mark McCormack
Mixed and mastered by Mark McCormack at MB recording studios VIC

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Rusty Falcon TAS, Australia

Rusty Falcon is the alter ego of King Island musician Troy Smith. Songwriting with a story, music with feeling & passion, roots rock and ballads all performed in the honest Rusty Falcon way. Wild and Independent (just like his wild Bass Strait island home) Rusty Falcon lays the music out into the roaring forties air with a freshness that is beguiling and intriguing. ... more

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Track Name: Sound the alarm
Seems its getting a little hot around here lately
Theres something in the air that takes my breath away
The rich are getting richer, sad satellite picture
Ain’t it a shame, theres just fashion and fame

Seems I might need to swallow a bitter pill
Two poles to freeze they need a soul to squeeze
Live in ethical squalor, burn us for a dollar
Theres gold in those trees, its an industrial disease

It might seem that you need to lend a hand
We all want to live in a better land
You can do this, you can try
Spread your wings and learn how to fly

and sound the alarm (4 times)

Think I might need to cool down a little baby
There something in my soul that got lost in the machine
I don't see the passion just suicide in fashion
So you sold us the drama, left us trapped in the dream

Well I have got a little itch in my brain
Just a little scratch would take the pain away
Anarchy in motion, too much plastic in the ocean
Glued to the street and the screen, listen like thieves

It might seem that you need to lend a hand
We all want to live in a better land
You can do this, you can try
Spread your wings and learn how to fly

and sound the alarm

The industrial revolution is all covered in rust
Rust never sleeps it just oxidises the trust
Two left feet, wont take you to the journeys end
You’ve got a big mouth, use your words to mend
Track Name: Lethal brand
They fly them in from interstate, completely unreliable
It gets here all bent out of shape, completely unreliable
Snuck it in through the back gate, completely unreliable
Juggling with the hands of fate, completely unreliable

Driving with a mission to waste, completely unreliable
Now we’ve really got the taste, completely unreliable
Moving slowly with great haste, completely unreliable
This portrait is looking kinda fake, completely unreliable

Dancing on the stool, taken to the school
Two sheets to the wind
Let the blowback begin

Its a lethal brand, too much for any man
Its a lethal brand, you gotta can the can
Its a lethal brand, from the candy man

They flew her in from interstate, completely unreliable
She got here all bent out of shape, completely unreliable
Sleeping with the head of state, completely unreliable
Shuffling with the hands of fate, completely unreliable

Dancing on the stool, taken from the school
Two sheets to the wind,
Let the blowback begin

Its a lethal brand, too hot for any man
Its a lethal brand, you gotta can the can
Its lethal brand, from the candyman

You gotta can the can, can the candy man
Well the candy man its lethal brand.
Track Name: Into your dreams
You cannot fail to see by chance
Nor are you a victim of circumstance
You can make the whole world believe
That what you see is what you really, should be

You stand alone as time goes by
It moves so quickly you don’t have to try so hard
Your smile soon turns to a frown
You take a deep breath and then you go down

Into your dream’s, your deep dark dreams
Into your dreams
Your deep dark beautiful sweet dreams

Standing like a convict on the shore
Your soul got stripped you cannot take no more
Brick by brick you will receive
Visions of the future that fall at your feet

While the fools are laughing in your street
Their stories endlessly on repeat
Inch by inch you leave this town
You take a deep breath and then you down

Into your dreams, your deep dark dreams
Into your dreams, you deep dark dreams
Into your dreams, your deep, dark, beautiful, sweet dreams

Those memories are a sweet history
They are a distant perfume to me