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Namby EP

by Namby

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1.
The Boxer 04:13
Working at the food court Thursday night She wants tattoos down her back to pump up the fight She says a bar through her neck will stir up the ring alright [Chop the tomato and laugh, chop the tomato and laugh] There’s bite in her smile and eyes more than plastic All her sentences stretch out like elastic She blasts metal core, she’s an ’09 drastic [I chuck and laugh, chuckle and laugh] Amy’s gonna be a boxer Swing, swing, swing. Dropped out of school the moment she could Was told she’d never live to achieve anything good Than hanging around, polluting this neighbourhood [I rinse the dishes and nod, rinse the dishes and nod] She tells me how her family hurts her head How most mornings she wakes up in her ex’s bed And one day these sandwich gloves will be big and red [I bat an eyelid and nod, bat an eyelid and nod] Amy’s gonna be a boxer Swing, swing, swing. Now I’m at the concert, aching, and I’m staring at the floor As a room full of feet is staring back at me It’s silent and it’s distant in the ocean of canvas shoes And I can’t stop wondering if she’s out there swinging if… It’s the present day and it’s getting late There’s no fight left undone, no more ground to be run Bit of rum to help me sleep, and I’m lying in the dark After all these years, sympathising with a compulsive liar Amy’s disappeared off the face of the earth I searched for you across the web, I even read the local paper For the sake of all that I could ever aim for in this world I hope you’re out there pummeling things into water vapour.
2.
Wake in a cold sweat Brush it off, no sweat Shower time, I'm wet Suit up Check the calendar, it's Tuesday Browse pictures of Timmeeeh Harsh times, heavy days Think again: It's all alcohol, bitties Bank account, fiddies Sneaky vom, no biggie Cheeky grom (pesky bee) Late night, Subway Six inch, no way It's drinks on me at Sway. Yeah it got me like 'this way' And it got me like 'that way' Rollin' in money, every payday It got me all 'this way' And then it got me all 'that way' Top kek, no blasé It got me good - hue hue. Conjunctivitis, no fear What time is it? Beer time. & a half penalties Living in the seventies Don't hug me when I'm cooked Parking inspector will have you booked Here is a rhyme, now you're hooked Here is a beat. Which has you like 'this way' And gets you like 'that way' Rollin' in money, every payday It got me all 'those ways' And then it got me all 'these ways' And, 'these ways' And... These ways that I'm feeling Gives me more pain than healing Why are we here? What is our purpose? Tear after tear, are we just superfluous? Over that way, I see a shining light But over this way, I see a broken fight Will I stay here forever Or will I take flight? There's no room to think, I've only a spark Let nobody see that I'm missing the mark Keep living it up and my thoughts in the dark Until it gets me like...
3.
Baseball 07:29
I: PAPER STREET She broke my heart in the city, standing in the pouring rain I come back home to find myself alone I look around and I all have is records in a shoebox Without you I have nothing at all. The first day was the worst, I cooked some breakfast then I puked it up I found no pleasure, found no burst, at the bottom of my coffee cup I always was the lazy one, the sleep in & hungover one My time with you, I let it slip, but time’s not up So I take a step outside, and I start to run, I ran until I could no more My legs never felt so alive, each step was a spark igniting my Lungs, open wide again, breathing for the first time, thinking All this time that I’ve spent broken, I’ve been missing out on life If I keep running, the time we shared won’t be for nothing If I keep living, my own two feet might stand for something No amount of music’s gonna heal my soul (ironically) What I want isn’t helping me, retail therapy, you’re not a friend to me, no. I’ll work my ass off day by day, save a house for my family My wife & kids will love me more than my gourmet homemade stir fry I’m Jack’s cold sweat on Paper Street, apartment’s blown to smithereens But I’m not split, I’m chasing down a living dream You’ve woken up what makes me tick, what makes me stir in my grave And I’m not done, I’m not finished, I’m not hiding in my cave If I keep running, the time we shared won’t be for nothing If I keep living, my own two shoes might stand for something II: TUMBLEWEED Seems like nothing phases me anymore Feels like nothing new is at my door I’ve been driving around to spark some life out of me Nothing is free and freedom is a bore I’ve been flipping the channels but nothing’s sounding real There’s actors not people, there’s rhythm but there is no feel The fast food tastes like wet concrete It’s lost its heat, and it’s full of maggot appeal Face it – she’ rather be alone than with me She’d rather live her life without me I feel like tumbleweed But I guess all is fair in love & baseball III: ESCAPE I could drown myself in alcohol until I can’t remember my name But I’d be kidding myself if I ever thought I could forget the pain There’s a fire in my hair, guess it’s literally burnt That I will be happier when all the world is turnt On their medicine and plasma screens, and soap opera daydreams I’m looking for, I’m looking for an escape But no matter how hard I try, can’t sterilise myself Over oceans I’ll escape, can’t keep you on the shelf A teenage four-digit tissue bill, there’s nothing new today But if there’s one thing that I have learnt, you can’t lock your grief away If I keep running, the time we shared won’t be for nothing If I keep running… if I keep running…
4.
Vibin' 04:17
All of this comes so fast, I’m stranded in the desert like everything’s passed We will be shrivelling up like prunes soon enough, and floating away on the wings of dust Like old friends meeting after years apart, the buzz is gone I know this place, there isn’t more to me Than a 12-hour battery, instincts to police me Thin lines to direct me, discontent & comfortably. Picture yourself in a scene, you’re formerly 19 The sharpest businessman I’ve ever seen As you wake at the break of dawn, there’s no one to hear a yawn Scull down a cappuccino, on the railway: go. Mornings like these, I wanna curl up and die Feels like I’ve grown up too fast, what happened to a simpler time When work was just a daydream, a weightless amphetamine I know I should man up and take it as reality But every day goes a little bit faster, when I sit here thinking of you And one day I swear I’m gonna smile, one of these nights I’ll come home to you You make me wanna’ work for something more than Monday ever could And when I pick up the pace, it never felt so good As the days go by, see my baby looking fly and now I’m vibin’ I feel your fresh beat girl upon which this funky rhythm is a-thrivin’ But aren’t we all just talk? We say we’ll never be that guy Suddenly we close our eyes and just go with it Feels like we aim so high, but straight from the blue sky It’s looking like gravity always wins I’ll be out there making a difference, but to who or what? They tell me be reckless, go spend a lot But don’t we end up the same, stepping on that train You feel it in your shins, gravity always wins With the freedom to run, and the freedom to dance & make fate That’s something you can never take away I choose it step by step, blow by blow And every failure reminds me that I’m alive today You can spend your days rotting in your homemade prison cell But in the end you make up your own heaven or hell I’ll sit down with my pen and I’ll write a revolution Cause’ in the end the gravity’s up to me. As the days go by, see my baby looking fly and now I’m vibin’ I feel your fresh beat girl upon which this funky rhythm is a-thrivin’ There’s a place not far, break a sweat into the tar now we’re arriving Take a deep breath in, feel the weight around your skin keeping you vibin’ It’s so much easier to give up and sleep I wanna’ wake up alive, and be present here I wanna’ see you boycotting the escalators & take the stairs Don’t you bitch out. Put a fire in my hair and the movement in my bones Help me reach the purpose you designed me for, and real soon I’m Havin’ a vibe, havin’ a vibe, havin’ a vibe yeah, mmm mmmm. As the days go by, see my baby looking fly and now I’m vibin’ I feel your fresh beat girl upon which this funky rhythm is a-thrivin’ There’s a place not far, break a sweat into the tar now we’re arriving Take a deep breath in, feel the weight around your skin keeping you vibin’.
5.
Hey it’s me, can I talk to you for a sec? Tell you about the things that make me tick? Well, you don’t know fear until you’ve looked around the room and thought Oh boy these people actually care about politics Bear a silent suit & tie and fully argumentative But no one to convince when conviction is imperative The truth is that I’m weak, I struggle to align I’m scared any conflict will push me far behind I’d love to tell you all the things I hope for my fate But you’ve snookered me well, so I give in mate. Dear Josie: I wanna say I’m sorry for the things I fake I worry so much about me, I couldn’t care less for your sake I’m so scared of death even though I shouldn’t be I keep it hushed and quiet with a room around me So how do you expect me to voice up and keep it straight When you’re lecturing me how to hate I’m just a boy who wished he could sing But you won’t listen to the quiet voice, the softest melody lingering. We talk for hours, around in circles, but there’s no solution That hasn’t left me on my knees, drowning in pollution Every turn I’ve made has taken me from you I am a beggar, this I know is true I long for a place where my world don’t revolve around wealth I hope for a day when you can save me from myself Waging a war for ourselves, only one thing is true We are beggars, and we are nothing without you. I feel it stuck in the avenue There's no voice that could broaden your revenue There's no freedom with opinions on copyright We keep it out of sight, so drain the fortitude What if I was to stray from the norm, would that fit on your form Or do I need a licence? Not to speak but to listen, yeah that's what you're missing It's a human trait, not rocket science There was a video game I used to spend my time on Where I searched across the fields on my motorbike Through the plains and the valleys I'd accelerate Through the pitch black cold of the night And from the highest mountain I leaped, towards the glow of the city And my parachute to me into the mist It was so beautiful, it felt so real Nothing in this world could harm me where freedom kissed But look up, the sky fills with clouds like popcorn On a horizon far away from unknown It's coming soon, it's just a moment away And soon I will be covered over.
6.
Sweater 03:17
Yeah – DJ man, why you knitting that sweater? Don’t you know the sunrise will get better When the winter’s over, through the dead of the night One trumpet will be left by the morning light We’ll be sitting, hanging our feet off the jetty Watching our dreams explode like confetti A clock strikes midnight and it’s all been done Cheer up sleepy gene, tommorow’s yet to come I walk this moonlit street, I can’t restrain these feet I am worlds away tonight, I’m following the glow and it’s so cold. Another day in the office and I’m feeling so distant You can’t chase a white collar when your head’s resistant It’s a strange world when you overthink it I’ve thrown too many lines around to hear myself sink it Cause’ when you don’t think about days to come Your eyes will start to open and you’ll realise that it’s so cold. But when I rock up to your house, in the middle of the night After the last train has gone, you’re there holding me tight You’re the only destination, so through these suburbs I take flight I turn left at home sweet home, and I swear that moment’s gold The world could freeze right over but when I’m with you it’s not so cold. Yeah. DJ man, why you knitting that sweater? Don’t you know the sunrise will get better When the winter’s over, through the dead of the night One trumpet will be left by the morning light We’ll be sitting, hanging our feet off the jetty Watching our dreams explode like confetti A clock strikes midnight and it’s all been done Cheer up sleepy gene, tommorow’s yet to come
7.
I turn on the radio to hear you Talking smack you don’t mean about things you never done People pushing buttons in a room, it don’t mean a thing It’s a big slab of pavement, nothing more than amusement Because you’re bombastic, and you’re made of plastic, Skippy There's not a phrase that hits me in the soul Do I care if I look like an idiot? At least I’m telling it, say something significant I’m saying keep it real man, do I look like a scientist? I sing for a reason, rap like it’s treason Say something that I never heard before, trigger me more! I provide a disclaimer, it’s soul - character - freedom. Here’s a weather forecast: green lights all the way Bicycle therapy, coffee cure the break of day West End bakery boy is my homeslice Even though my sausage roll was cold as ice (what a scrub) Reggae music on the street, won’t see me break a sweat Rev your engine right on by, nobody catch me on a bet Here’s a weather forecast: parallel park dream In the middle of traffic, it’s the filthiest snook I ever seen Harmonise with me! I’m a broken man, and they want to throw me out of the RE! And they will remember me: Andrew Douw. It’s just a bit of reggae Hey, what would you do if you were reggae? I didn’t spend a dime on this meme It’s just a prank! Jack’s chinstrap was dank! It’s an illusion of freedom, like Chazz’s biceps. Music is about soul, character & freedom. --------------------------------------------------------------------- There’s a little piece of you inside every tune I crank. So cheers for the drank, and thank for the dank.

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Recorded July 2016 @ Squishy Studios IV, Nundah.

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released September 21, 2016

All music & lyrics by Namby.
Except 'Soul Character Freedom' by Namby, Mitchy B, Mark Fisher, Nathan Squire & Mumble.

Produced, engineered & mixed by Namby.
Additional production by Mark Fisher & Andrew Douw.

Mastered by Tom Fodor @ Audiosapien Studios.

All instruments, vocals, percussion & programming by Namby except:

Mark Fisher ● Trumpet ● Recorder ● BV's on track 7
Andrew Douw ● Vocals on tracks 3 & 8 ● BV's & guitar solo on track 7
Sami McGrath ● Vocals on tracks 1 & 6
Mitchy B ● Rap vocals on track 7
Mumble ● BV's on track 7 & 8
Herbie Huskisson ● Answering the phone on track 5

(BV's = backing vocals, eheh)

Cover photo taken by Jeremy Hensel at Dawn St, Bardon.

Album art by Nathan Squire @ Dusty Vinyl Graphics & Design. Check him out here --> www.facebook.com/dustyvinylgraphicsanddesign/?ref=page_internal

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Namby Brisbane, Australia

Namby is a musician from Brisbane.

Namby wrote a few songs focusing on rap so he didn't have to sing as much.

Namby recorded an EP, with a few friends featuring. You can buy it here.

Namby took a lot of time to write the lyrics and they mean a lot to him. The music is kinda funky too.

Namby also wants 7's at uni this semester, please give him negative criticism so he can go back to studying.
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