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Bush Gothic were originally called 'Jenny M. Thomas & The System'

'Frankly, wars could have exploded, governments imploded, revolutions sparked and faded, Shane Warne could have proposed, the trains could have run on time. I have been deaf to it all. Who do I have to thank for this interregnum? A Melbourne trio, and their supporting cast. The trio are Jenny M. Thomas and the System. The two making up the System are Dan Witton and Chris Lewis. The fruit of their labour is the CD Bush Gothic.' The National Times

'Imagine the most hackneyed old songs of colonial Australia re-imagined as works of exquisite beauty.' Music Forum

'Bush Gothic boldly tackles ten folksongs about travelling to Australia and imprisonment with fresh and inventive arrangements. Memorable piano riffs, sweeping strings, multi-layered and measured (sometimes funereal!) tempos define the sound, and in terms of comparisons, it reminds me of Jim Moray’s debut, P J Harvey’s White Chalk and, in Jenny’s voice, Regina Spektor....it has a certain mesmerising quality that draws me in more and more.' fRoots UK

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released August 1, 2011

Jenny M. Thomas: vocal, violin, viola, piano, spoons, Fender Rhodes, guitar
Dan Witton: double bass, vocal, chord organ
Chris Lewis: drumkit
Pria Scwall-Kearney: fretless banjo
Roy John: guitar
Zoe Knighton: cello
Michael Brooks-Reid: violin
Ceridwen Davies: viola

Produced by Roy John and Jenny M. Thomas
Recorded by Dave McCluney at Atlantis studios. Mixed by Roy John at Crackle studios. Mastered by Lachlan Carrick at Moose Mastering

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Bush Gothic Melbourne, Australia

Stranger, Darker folk. Brand new album 'The Natural Selection Australian Songbook': 'Genius' -Lucky Oceans. 'A beautiful album, quite unique' - The Inside Sleeve, ABC Radio National. Defiantly modern, achingly old, Bush Gothic re-imagine songs of heartbreak and tragedy amongst convicts, desperate miners and criminal women. ... more

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Track Name: A Nautical Yarn
I sing of a captain not unknown to fame. A naval commander Bill inks was his name. He sailed where the Murray's green waters do flow did this freshwater shellback with a yo heave a yo,

Derry Down Down, Down Derry Down.

Oh captain O captain lets make for the shore for the winds they do rage and the winds they do roar. Nay said the captain though fierce winds do blow I'll stick to my vessel with a yo heave a yo,

Derry Down Down, Down Derry Down.

Oh Captain Oh Captain the waves sweep the deck Oh captain Oh captain we'll soon be a wreck. To the rivers deep bosom each seaman will go but the captain laughed lightly with a yo heave a yo,

Derry Down Down, Down Derry Down.

Farewell to the maiden the girl I adore.
Farewell to my friends I shall see you no more.


Derry Down Down,
Derry Down Down...
and so on on and on....
Track Name: Botany Bay
Farewell to old England Forever. Farewell to my rumskulls as well. Farewell to the well known Old Bailey. Where I used for to have such a swell.

Singing toorali-oorali adiity. Singing toorali oorali-ay. Toorali-oorali adiity. We're bound for Botany Bay.

Taint leavin old England we cares about. Taint cause we misspells what we knows. And just because all you light fingered gentry, ops around with a log on your toes.

Singing toorali-oorali adiity. Singing toorali oorali-ay. Toorali-oorali adiity. We're bound for Botany Bay.

Singing toorali-oorali adiity. Toorali oorali-ay. Toorali-oorali adiity. We're bound for Botany Bay.

So take warning.
If I had the wings of a turtle dove. I'd soar on my pinions so high. Slap bang into the arms of my honey love and in her sweet presence I'd die.

Toorali-oorali adiity. Toorali oorali-ay. Toorali-oorali adiity. We're bound for Botany Bay.
Track Name: Black Velvet Band
As I went strolling one evening not meaning to go very far. I spied a pretty young damsel parading her wares in a bar. A watch she took from a customer and she slipped it right into my hand and the law came and put me in prison bad luck to the Black Velvet Band.

Her eyes they shone like diamonds and you'd think she was queen of the land. Her hair hung over her shoulders tied up with a Black Velvet Band.

She was queen.

Next morning before judge and jury for trial I had to appear. And the judge said me fine young fellow well the case against you is quite clear. For seven long years is your sentence and you're going to Van Diemans Land away from your friends and relations to follow the Black Velvet Band.

And her eyes they shone like diamonds and you'd think she was queen of the land. Her hair hung over her shoulders tied up.
Tied up.
Track Name: Maggie May, free download
Gather round you sailor boys
And listen to my plea now boys
When you hear my tale you'll pity me.
I was a goddam stupid fool
All in the port of Liverpool
When first I came home from the sea.

It's well I do remember the day
When first i met Maggie May
A-cruisin' up and down old Canning Place
She wore a figure Oh so fine
Just like a ringer on the line
And me, a sailor well, I gave her chase

CHORUS
Maggie Maggie Maggie May
They've taken you so far away
To slave upon that ol' Van Diemens shore
You've robbed so many sailors
And dosed so many whalers
That you'll never see old Lime Street any more

In the morning when I woke
My heart it was so sad and broke
No shirt, trousers or waistcoat could I find
And when I asked her where the were
She answered me 'well young Sir'
They're down at Stanley's Hock Shop number nine.

So to the hock shop I did go
But no clothes could they show
So the bobbies came and took that girl away
The jury guilty found her
For robbing me a sailor
And they paid her passage out to Botany Bay