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<h1>Craig Hallsworth</h1>
<a href="http://www.hiddenshoal.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Craig-Edit-4-BW.jpg"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-14807" src="http://www.hiddenshoal.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Craig-Edit-4-BW-300x255.jpg" alt="Craig Hallsworth" width="287" height="244" /></a><i>“Craig Hallsworth knows his way around a tune with this set of sparkling power-pop, set with a country twang and cosmic touch”</i><strong><i> –</i> <b>2ser on Tangled Star’s album </b><em><b>Let’s Adjourn to the Garden</b></em></strong>

Craig Hallsworth attempts to resingularise, for himself, the experience of a rock or pop song. He doesn’t approach it from the outside, in terms of styles or genres, but from the inside, as a field of affects and intensities. For him, songs are about the desire to play guitars and drums and to sing, expressing the poetry, humour and absurdity of a person finding themselves in this situation.

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<h4>Discography</h4>
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<h4> 'We’re Too Far Away (My Other Future, My Other Youth)'</h4>
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‘We’re Too Far Away (My Other Future, My Other Youth)’ is the first single taken from <em>What’s The Story With This Hole?</em>, the debut solo album by Western Australian songwriter Craig Hallsworth, featuring single

With over 30 years of songwriting experience under his belt, Craig Hallsworth makes <em>What’s The Story With This Hole?</em> feel effortless yet boundless. Recorded and produced with long-time collaborator Al Smith (DrAlienSmith, Bergerk Studios), the album represents the most musically developed and fully realised recording the pair have delivered to date. On the surface, these are perfectly composed and innately melodic pop/rock songs, with Hallsworth’s guitars alternately shimmering and snarling around his unmistakably keening vocals. The real magic, however, lies a little concealed; songs often end up somewhere very different from where they started, and Hallsworth’s often surreal lyrical excursions act in striking counterpoint to the music.

It’s this juxtaposition that makes <em>What’s The Story With This Hole?</em> so special – musically rich and familiar sounds taken into unrelated narrative territories. In Hallsworth’s own words, <em>“To me, the mysterious undecidability in the words plays a crucial part in the overall experience of the songs, making them events of sense and sensation. It isn’t so much that I consider the lyrics to be poetry, but I think a sense of poetry would be useful in approaching these songs.”</em>

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<h3>Biography</h3>
Craig Hallsworth was the singer, guitarist and principal songwriter in Perth bands and projects The Bamboos, The Healers, wild palms, Zuvuya, Outstation, <a title="The Slow Beings" href="http://www.hiddenshoal.com/project/the-slow-beings/">The Slow Beings</a> and <a title="Tangled Star" href="http://www.hiddenshoal.com/project/tangled-star/">Tangled Star</a>. <i>What’s The Story With This Hole? </i>is his debut solo release on Hidden Shoal. He is currently working on his second.

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<h3>Lyrics</h3>
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<h4>Let's Adjourn To The Garden</h4>
<h5>Lyrics by Craig Hallsworth</h5>
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<h5>CRAZY BIT O’ TRUTH</h5>
so don’t build a stage so high
way up to the sky
and expect me to climb up there and play
like a dream it’s crashing down
way down to the ground
in the middle of the night I heard you leave
you can’t see where you’re going
who’s tugging at your sleeve
a sorcerer of death’s construction
baby you’re the last to know
hard won insights turn into throwaway lines
well dressed gentlemen sidestep a dying world
then a cold calculating slob
meets a bitch with no illusions
atrocious pessimism
well I’ve never heard it called that before
maybe I’m the last to know
it’s not so wonderful anymore
so sorry children
life’s not beautiful anymore
your inheritance is grief
you might want to borrow a handkerchief
oh
so they say they’re searching for the one
whose signs are in disarray and fading now
so they say there are ten bottles of champagne
in the car but we can’t remember where
we parked it now
so they say they’re searching for the one
whose signs are in disarray and fading now
so I say I’m cool with it
I’m not trying to make the pieces fit
I got a crazy bit o’ truth in my eye ...

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<h5>IN BED WITH THE AVERYS</h5>
do you want to know what’s stronger than death
what always wakes up with wonderful breath
and do you want to know what’s stranger than fiction
and the facts of life put together?
out of focus autumn branches
rubbing against the sky
she’s at home in the kitchen with a stranger
he’s out catching a lady’s eye
the fricassee is burning
and you’re in bed with the Averys
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
in bed with the Averys
they’ll introduce you to Figaro
his friends call him Mike
then you’ll meet Susan and Lydia
what’s not to like?
there’s nothing they can’t study your face
and not hint at
nothing they won’t exactly deny
until your mind is reeling
coz something in this world wants to kill you
you have no defence
it gets in your head like the man said
it makes perfect sense
it’s black and white
it’s as clear as it can be
then somehow it’s incomprehensible
and you’re in bed with the Averys

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<h5>SOMEONE’S WALKING</h5>
someone’s free and someone’s got it together
someone’s lost in someone’s head forever
someone’s dead and someone’s dialling a number
someone’s dreaming someone’s coming
someone’s passing someone’s staring
someone’s waiting someone’s walking home
someone’s turning away
someone’s just walking home
someone’s famous someone’s youth is stolen
someone’s cool and someone’s feet are aching
someone’s bad and someone must be joking
someone’s crying someone’s changing
someone’s begging someone’s smoking
someone’s searching someone’s walking home
someone’s running way
someone’s just walking home

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<h5>HASN’T MADE FOR FREEDOM</h5>
it’s been all right for a change
but it hasn’t made for freedom
they’re hitting the bottle about it at least
you and I were restless dreamers
in another life
to tell the truth I’m falling asleep on a bus
and it feels like someone else’s life
and it’s all about capitalism
it’s been all right for a change
but it hasn’t made for freedom
as far as impulsive gestures go
taking your hand as we ride
gazing out the window
is right up there
with jumping off at a random stop
as if I’m being followed
and it’s all about patriotism
just another eerie dawn
I know what you mean
but how’re you gonna mean it all day?
oh yeah I know what you mean
but how’re you gonna make it pay?
just another spooky coffee break
takes a plant to understand your longing
and your pain
oh well I know what you mean
that doesn’t mean I’m not politely insane
it was all right for a change
but it didn’t make for freedom
it was the sun now it’s about to fall
it was just an optical illusion
and it wasn’t really there at all
don’t feel bad
and don’t get crushed in the rush
for the experimental poem
my guess is it’s about capitalism

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<h5>PAINTED DAYS</h5>
painted days have found us
in some seaside town
with the blinds pulled down
lying low
supposing we mustn’t have died
at 27
we must have lived
oh we must have lived after all
painted doors have opened and closed
and packages have arrived
there’s something mysterious about it
but ours is not to reason why
ours is but to squeeze the stuff
out of a tube
until it’s all used up
painted whores have loved us
and worried about our health
when we didn’t deserve them at all
they never pushed us away
and the things we would say
were just the things we would say

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<h5>ATTIC SPACE CONVERSION # 1</h5>
send a beam of light into the world
and pour the tea
all your heroes were so lost
without your penury
and you were just this skinny little girl
who dug the sound
audacity not veracity makes it all go ‘round
not everything with rings can be called hoop-la
and the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty
to Anastasia
are they with us or against us?
send a ray of hope into the night
and scrub the pan
keep a summer breeze inside a rusty old tin can
but to be more beautiful you have to concentrate
on the mystery
like a revolutionary becoming escaping
all the failed revolutions of history
hundreds of smiling people
rode the silver tinselled escalators
one was a soft metal killer
I remember I wasn’t feeling well
I want to lose you in the morning
in the deserted city
I want to lie down any place
and slowly forget your face
I want to explain all of this
but not if it takes all night
this darkness is not endless
only everyone you know
filling their pockets full
this darkness is not endless
only anyone who knows you
flying out for ...

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<h5>99% OK</h5>
it was 99% OK so I plucked it out of the air
99% OK sounded better than only fair
but what about the darkness that spreads her wings
and what about the darkness that makes her sing
so what about the darkness that sips her wine
so what about the darkness that makes her shine
in a galaxy of faces
in love and out of line
the vandal and the valentine
forget that you and I were one
forget what’s wrong with having fun
here’s to the tears that burn
we’re never to return
don’t break a heart and drop a hat
they’ve got servants here for that
and though the names may change
a thief will call
just to bring back the crystal ball
don’t you feel like a weathervane
that’s never known the wind and rain
but even psychics make mistakes my dear
and bones point the way out of here
forget that you and I were one
forget the places in the sun
here’s to the tears that burn
we’re never to return
forget when you and I were one
those days were like shots from a gun
here’s to the tears that burn
we’re never to return
go find someone to park your car
and tell these dead men who you are

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<h5>HEAD IN THE SAND</h5>
so dry your thighs and don’t worry anymore
listen to all my outlandish proposals
smile when you slip through the cracks
take an abyss for a walk and never look back
you’ve got an hour to kill in the heat of the day
how many mornings are fresh and new
and here you are wondering what to do
shall I go against all my principles for you
shall I draw a diagram or something?
how many nights do you feel like praying
but you never learned how to pray
how many nights do you feel like praying
but you wouldn’t know how to pray
like a rich man washing his hands
you had an hour to kill in the heat of the day
an hour to kill in the heat of the day
like a daughter of this holy land
but don’t sleep with the messenger you understand
the carotid artery is severed as planned
I can say I’m not burying my head in the sand
I can say I’m not burying my head in the sand

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<h5>THEME</h5>
now the wind picks up
the door creaks I think my cup
is overflowing
a triumph of the human spirit
to wake at 7
and lie in bed until 11
bring me your altered states
and what exalts
and bring to me your heaven
don’t wait for the ironic undercut
nobody wants to wait for that today
for all anyone knows you really are
passionate and driven
you’d go all the way to the mountain
if only you could leave the room
now everything’s changing
it’s like gazing through a splotch
on the window
is anything behind everything
is it wrong to wonder
is it just to keep from going under?
embrace the worthless life
if it falls into your arms
let it reveal its charms
so slowly
you’ll lose your taste for clever subtle things
and I’ll go hungry analysing things
I might decide to take up the guitar
and there you are
let’s adjourn to the garden

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<h3>Licensing</h3>
Craig Hallsworth's music is  available for licensing (master &amp; sync cleared) through Hidden Shoal. Please <a title="Contact Us" href="http://www.hiddenshoal.com/contact-us/">contact us</a> with some basic details about your project and the track(s) you wish to use and we’ll be sure to get back to you straight away.

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