Bears Will Eat Their Young

by Whatthe Animalssay

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The songs on this album, with the exception of a few, were written whilst I traveled through West Africa (Morocco, Mauritania, Senegal, The Gambia, Guinea Bissau, Guinea, Mali, Burkina Faso, Benin, Togo, Ghana). The album was recorded in Melbourne, Australia. The house on the album cover is where I lived, with twenty other people, for nine months, it's also where most of the album was recorded.

In many of the countries I travel to food and accommodation is fairly cheap. If you'd like to help me compose whilst on the road then please consider buying my lunch by purchasing a song or merchandise, or give me a place to sleep for the night by buying an album. I can't make my music without your support and encouragement. Thank you x.

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released January 1, 2010

Instruments and Voices by Adam Kendrick-Kewley
Produced, Engineered and Composed by Adam Kendrick-Kewley

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Traveling Gonzo Composer/duo. Forty-One Countries tapped for inspiration. Traveling with a micro studio, a microphone and an acoustic guitar, composing and uploading where and when possible. Songs written freely from Iceland to Togo without the constraints of industry. ... more

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Track Name: Bears Will Eat Their Young
We stay in at weekends
and we keep to our promises, we keep all of our promises, and we keep to all of our promises earning just enough to get by.
Sitting doing nothing boredom is a problem I've spent day's wearing the same pajama bottoms.
This house is not our but they leave the radiators on.
and we keep to our promises, we keep all of our promises, and we keep to all of our promises.
Wearing the t-shirt she stole for me I don't suppose sanctuary, I'm just getting by.
This city was once beautiful to me but bears will eat their young so we must leave heart broken.
Track Name: Wild Animal Mild
The weather's are jailer, rattling windows at our failure to enjoy the outside, but inside we've movies and beer.
We're not here to do any thing at all which inspires a determent sun, and we brave this season.
Ride our bicycles wild animal mild to some public garden and just enjoy these private moments. It brought the colour out in its eyes, the trees look alive but who asked the wind to blow.
'Cos the wind did blow and the rain came again. We had to run for our bicycles and rode home like circus animals. The umbrellaed did stare; the rain changed the colour of my hair. When we got home we changed clothes and got warm.
Track Name: My Name is Oliver
Today's Tuesday I saw her yesterday but I haven't seen her yet today. I fortify my hopes I wanna send my regards to your house-folk, but we haven't been introduced and I don't know any one that you do; not a single person.
I fortify my hopes I wanna send my regards to you house-folk, I feel I stare much too much. But she means just about everything to me, I wonder if she's hungry as she feeds upon my brain, as she feeds upon my brain; let go.
Today's Wednesday, I've seen her already.
Concentrate my thoughts look away before I'm caught. This is border-line obsession, she must be aware, but she seem content just to let me stare. I concentrate my thoughts look away before I'm caught but I can swim in her, I can swim in her.
Thursday I walked up to her and said 'hello my name is Oliver' she smiled the rest is a blur, but now I know she knows that my name is Oliver.
Fortify my hopes, sent my regards to your house-folk. Concentrate my thoughts look away before I'm caught. Her eyes, her smile, her face makes this office space more that just a waist of time, more that just a waist of my time.
Track Name: Washington Karate Association
Do you love me? Yes I do, and you have and I have the kisses to prove. Sex is an urge and nothing more, it's just lazy hands for the automatic doors. You tickle and defy me, sometimes you try and lie to me, but I know your face too well. My heart needs a megaphone.
I break my face with a smile that replaces every doubt and every other hand you hold. My air is serene although I'm tossing currency over weather to stay or to go. A towering confession has me locked in contemplation, sinking in it's shadow; my heart need a megaphone.
Washington Karate Association is where I learned to become a punch-bad and turned internally. So I return loyally but with questions on my mind. Do you love me? Yes I do, and you have and I have the kisses to prove clemency.
Track Name: Animal Works
Simplified my mantra to 'just find some work, any where here'. If I wanna eat I've got to earn it, this I know, I know.
Decimated fall back plans reveal useless hands. Enormous things live in the mind of the tested and tired, but the weary aren't so wise.
These are my animals works, distractions for the search. Lack of concentration effect rehabilitation this and more, this and more. It's not always on my mind but I think about it all some time, this I know, I know.
Track Name: The Slump
Take my fingers and give them, take my fingers and give them to some one who'll use them. Cut my fingers away, cut my fingers away and feed them to something that will eat them, there's protein in them, a pinch of salt and they're like chicken.
I'm almost certainly neurologically feeble at this time. This obsession, like a peepers crush, has had me standing outside the window; looking in at absolutely nothing.
Candidly standing free from the consequences of distractions something must come. Absent-mindedness has assessed that with these pictures and descriptions of my missions I've regressed, hopelessness, regressed, hopelessness.
Take my fingers and give them, take my fingers and give them to some one who'll use them. Cut my fingers away, cut my fingers away and feed them to something that will eat them, there's protein in them.
Track Name: Questions?
Malaria, malaria will kill you quicker that a cigarette, Mefloquine's a fury inducing, malaria reducing tablet.
I had questions, questions for the doctor who left me with the other patients, the ones that went from there straight home, with the runny noise, the coughs and colds, I wanted to know how best to avoid the fever and the unrest so I had questions, questions.
The doctors office was small, no more than I window and a wall. She enquired about my plans I told her I was traveling through West Africa; with a worried look she consulted and medical book and recommended I use the Mefloquine drug.
She also advised "don't go out at night, they'll kill you just because you're white. You know they speak French, how's your French, oh your gonna die, your gonna die".
I was three weeks in before I started using my Mefloquine. I noticed no side effects but heard about other peoples experiences like there was this one guy who woke up in the middle of the night with his thumbs pressed the his friends windpipe.
The melancholy came first, I'd spend afternoons wondering what the point was. Then came something much worse; a rage like a nagging thirst. I was happy to shout into the faces of the people around, I even once told a mute to shut him crippled mouth, shut him crippled mouth, shut him crippled mouth, shut him crippled mouth.
Malaria, malaria will kill you quicker that a cigarette, Mefloquine's a fury inducing, malaria reducing, taken once a week, bought because it's cheap, tablet.
Track Name: Battlefield
Underneath this hair you'll find a picture of youth, the months have been hard so the image suits; driven half mad by the nothing to do.
Pacing in the corridors of numerous hotels, the healing in the bathroom with the ammonia smell, I catch eyes with no one as I pretend to know which way I'm going.
There's a hopelessness punctuated by an exclaimed regret; a great sense of disappointment.
Kick him in the back, kick him in the body if he won't move out of the way. Food is my enemy, every morsel treachery. I need to recharge my batteries, both metaphoric and literally. This is a battlefield. This is how the battered feel.
My head is for headaches and negotiating borders, here they're called frontier. This is where the last country disappears; my innocence concealed.
Dutifully I walk to some horizon, actually I end exactly where I began, this circular notion breeds satisfaction.
Invention holds me to my chair and what I can't find outside I can fine inside there. The autonomy I had heres left me listless, I must work on my purpose.
Track Name: Mountain
I can fall up into pieces.
Mountain, mountain, mountain....
The moment I rolled up the blinds my time it seemed to change I could see a lake, a lake and trees; engine noises distant memories.
Outside fits in my hand so I sit back and stroke the land, suburbia, suburbia, this is the place for suburbia.
With nothing more than tupperware I tread lightly through the soil, the air is warm and healing; it drives my mind away, away, away.
It'd be a lie to deny that I criticised this style of life but now I'm sure that my drudgery, flagons and smoke have numbed me to this beauty.

Eastern yellow robin,
Powerful Owl, Powerful Owl,
Eastern yellow robin,
Powerful Owl, Powerful Owl.

The moment I rolled up the blinds my time it seemed to change I could see a lake, a lake and trees; engine noises distant memories.
Outside fits in my hand so I sit back and stroke the land, suburbia, suburbia, this is the place for suburbia.

Mountain, mountain, mountain....
Track Name: The Ever-Present Slump
Knick-Knacks; I learn my facts from bottle caps. Thumb my way, thumb my way through wall maps. I walk the floors, watch DVDs and drink good tea but four walls, four walls can get lonely.
Register, register every mundane motion that I've acted out, I'll leave here tweaked, ready for blood, I'll talk no stop, craving to register, register.
The ever-present slump is holding me so closely.
Register every mundane motion that I've acted out, I'll leave here tweaked, ready for blood, I'll talk no stop craving to register, register, register, register.
Thanks God, thank God for the bicycle, now I have no one to occupy. Demons want, demons want to be my friend and I've renounced enough to oblige.
Track Name: Minor Home Surgery
Creature words ceased to be as soon as we arrived and we might not survive, it's just a feeling.
Sex, of cause, is still what it was but I fear her mind might be wandering off, it's just a feeling.
Some minor home surgery through cerebral commune, I'm healing, it's just a feeling.
And I am lost and I was sold of something called a good idea. I'm restless like a bird on a leash, my time is being policed, I'm hungry at the feast, it's just feeling.
Dear, dear, dear what do you wish for yourself you'll miss me once i've left, it's just a feeling.
And when I'm gone I'll continue on to where the water applauded and the mountains implore, it's just a feeling.
The tribe I hide is a prideful one they keep what they don't want, still through spears at the sun, it's just a feeling.
And I am lost and I was sold of something called a good idea.
Flowers that make me sneeze I'll crush with heavy feet, loves nothing at all it's just a feeling.
Track Name: Bears Will Eat Their Young (Demo)
We stay in at weekends x 8
and we keep to our promises, we keep all of our promises, and we keep to all of our promises earning just enough to get by.
Sitting doing nothing boredom is a problem I've spent day's wearing the sam pajama bottoms.
This house is not our but they leave the radiators on.
and we keep to our promises, we keep all of our promises, and we keep to all of our promises.
Wearing the t-shirt she stole for me I don't suppose sanctuary, I'm just getting by.
This city was once beautiful to me but bears will eat their young so we must leave heart broken.