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This is why we can’t have nice thing - Olympia

This quiet piece of heaven birds cut circles out of sky Below, boredom gets her bitch on The trash the treasure All white noise

Every time we meet we fall Every time we meet we fall apart

Falling apart like apples in pieces Running away like watercolour stains Falling apart like distant lovers Flown away like paper bags in the rain

And I tied All these memories Stacked like semi- precious jewels Painted by little forest fire I quit my taste for tears My hero in Galliano, what were we, but tapioca pearls

‘The song becomes a perfect metaphor for the record itself. We’ve pushed this work – and ourselves – far out of any comfort zone, and we’ve created a body of work that is a reflection of each person involved, the studios we worked in, the equipment we’ve explored’. 

Olympia: Sweet as Honey

Honey - Olympia

Every lover you turn your back on Turns up new in someone else's arms I don't wanna see  Who I am, in you now

Memories hang like long forgotten clothes Turn up strange and Instantly you'll know The distance between the lost, the let go

What we are now and how you see it When what you have Is not what you need Honey-

Friday night trying to swap dreams Conversations with Pokie machines You see yourself  In the surface of everything

Some beekeeper with a hot shot idea Fed his bees cut price candy canes Coloured all the honey in this state red

Honey - Olympia

Honey is essentially about the effect we have on each other. I was mesmerised by footage of Ballet Russes dancers hanging out on Bungan Beach, NSW during the 1930s. This was during their eight year tour of Australia, exposing everyday Australians to the work of Stravinsky, Picasso, Dali and Di Chirico.

Working with Alex Smith & Revolver has been a ridiculous privilege. Alex took the footage, and added his own magic to it. Not only equipment and skills (his showreel is insane), but Alex is one of those rare people who put something of themselves into your work.