Satellites

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Satellites moving over our heads...
Satellites watching every moving thing...

28 March 2008: in the Brisbane suburb of West End, we began Foco Nuevo, a performance project based on our experiences of artist-controlled performance spaces - peñas - in Latin America, and particularly Cuba, where troubadours weave stories drawn from the richness of life and sing about the big questions we all face. Foco Nuevo has run continuously on a monthly basis since then. We have enjoyed meeting the many guest performers with whom we have shared the stage, but our particularly special relationship has been with the band of musicians who now perform as Jumping Fences. Over more than eight years we have rehearsed, arranged and presented our collection of songs and in doing so have built a wonderful comradeship with loyal and skilled players.

Along the way we have been assisted by many friends who've staffed the door, made cakes, worked in the kitchen, helped set up and pack away, publicise our endeavours, and by a larger group who have been such supportive audience members for many years.

This album in many ways is a culmination of our Foco Nuevo project, and we dedicate it to all those who have helped made Foco Nuevo such a rich and rewarding undertaking. To them we owe love, solidarity and gratitude.

Sue Monk and Lachlan Hurse
Brisbane, November 2016.

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released March 3, 2017

All songs, words and music: Lachlan Hurse and Sue Monk

Guitar and vocal: Sue Monk
Electric bass: Lachlan Hurse
Tenor sax and clarinet: Ross Gwyther
Electric guitar and Puerto Rican cuatro: Rob Stewart
Drum kit: Dan Simpson
Congas and percussion: James Harper

Produced, recorded, and mixed by Rob Stewart at Fruitbat Studios, Salisbury, Queensland, Australia with the assistance of Mark Smith (Real Productions) and Dave Mash Parnell (Mash Pro)

Mastered by Mark Smith for Real Productions

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Jumping Fences Brisbane, Australia

Jumping Fences is an enduring musical partnership between Sue Monk and Lachlan Hurse. Their original works contain imagery and styles that reveal both an incisive insight into Australian life and a long association with Latin American culture.

Performances feature Sue's rich voice, her rhythmic guitar technique and the colour of Lachlan's innovative bass style.
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Track Name: Satellites
Satellites

Seven sisters gather in a dark red sky,
Icy queens in their celestial home,
Orion in pursuit,
Sprawled across the night,
Under this ancient starry dome.

Satellites shine bright overhead,
Nameless intruders of the night,
Everything’s in motion, turning on a pin,
Each shining traveller in silent flight.

Like a velvet highway,
Under the veil of night,
Each shining traveller,
Beguiling traveller,
Under this ancient starry dome.

Satellites moving over our heads,
Satellites carry the news of the world,
Satellites for lovers to talk on the phone,
Satellites to find our way home,
Satellites to measure the rising sea,
Satellites to guide killer drones,
Satellites tracking birds on the wing,
Satellites watching every moving thing.

Like a velvet highway,
Under the veil of night,
Each shining traveller,
Beguiling traveller,
Under this ancient starry dome.
Track Name: On The Chain
On The Chain

His grandfather’s ghost watches over him,
Summer days standing barefoot on the killing floor,
Skilled with a knife, rarely scored a hide,
Keeping the tally in sight,
Good times come,
Flesh on the bone,
Good times, good times

He’s on the chain, he’s on the chain
Shoulder to shoulder on the chain

In his grandfather’s footsteps he followed,
From a boy to a man moving up the line,
Hard on the wrist working on the chain,
Keeping the boredom at bay,
Hard times come,
Cut to the bone,
Hard times, hard times

He’s on the chain, he’s on the chain
Shoulder to shoulder on the chain

Did his grandfather’s ghost softly shudder,
Will the victories and losses fade in history,
Who pays the price, who’ll make the gain,
When his livelihood comes up for sale?
Strange times come,
Plans and chance collide,
Strange times, strange times.

He’s on the chain, he’s on the chain
Shoulder to shoulder on the chain
Track Name: Sounds Of A Town
Sounds of a Town

Strange sounds
Familiar songs
Invite me home
Sounds of a town
afloat on the breeze
sounds of a town
clashing in two
different keys

Clock strikes the hour
trains roar down the line
children are playing their games
road workers dig
mother pleads with her son
board meeting counts out the gain

Sounds of our town
afloat on the breeze
fragments of noise
in the air
Woven aloud are the
sounds of our town
clashing in two
different keys

Coin hits the ground
busker sings out his tune
man in a suit hums along
streets echo shouts
from the chant of a crowd
asking which side are you on

Sounds of our town
afloat on the breeze
fragments of noise
in the air
Woven aloud are the
sounds of our town
clashing in two
different keys
Track Name: Keep It Under Your Hat
Keep It Under Your Hat

I saw a man in a hat walking down the street
He pulled the brim way down and kept his eyes low
Like there was something that he didn’t want me to know
Keep it under your hat, don’t you let it show
It’s not the kind of thing I want you to know

I saw a room full of hats, all the latest styles
I had to try on a few, did they suit me?
I checked the mirror to find what I couldn’t see
Keep it under your hat, don’t you let it show
It’s not the kind of thing I want you to know

Sometimes you can sing what you cannot say.
You can’t always buy back what you give away.
In every stitch and piece of braid there’s a human touch,
In every seam the secrets of someone’s life

I saw a pile of old hats no-one wears anymore,
They made me open my eyes, think of years ago
They were telling me things few people care to know.
So keep it under your hat, don’t you let it show
It’s not the kind of thing I want you to know

I felt the cold winds of change tingle down my back.
I had to pull down my cap, keep my head low,
I was facing things I didn’t want to know.
Keep your ear to the ground, and keep your head down
It’s not the kind of thing I want going ’round

Sometimes you can sing what you cannot say.
You can’t always buy back what you give away.
In every stitch and piece of braid there’s a human touch,
In every seam the secrets of someone’s life.