We recently highlighted Barnett's new album with Kurt Vile, but here let's enjoy a couple of tracks from Taken from the 2015 album Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit, out on Milk! Records. Witty, self-effacing, deadpan and intelligently talk-rambling, the Australian's indie singer-songwriter's lyrics are packed with killer lines alongside upbeat, clever melodies:
My internal monologue is saturated analog
It's scratched and drifting, I've become attached to the idea
It's all a shifting dream, bittersweet philosophy
I've got no idea how I even got here
I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisis
Want bliss, daylight savings won't fix this mess
Under-worked and over-sexed, I must express my disinterest
The rats are back inside my head, what would Freud have said?
Oliver Paul, twenty years old
Thick head of hair, worries he's going bald
Wakes up at quarter past nine
Fare evades his way down the 96 tram line
Breakfast on the run again, he's well aware
He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere
Feeling sick at the sight of his computer
He dodges his way through the Swanston commuters
Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man
Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams
"I'm not going to work today
Going to count the minutes that the trains run late
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans".
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