by Dean Lombard

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Simple Song 01:40
Just a simple song Doesn’t really matter if it comes out wrong But that could never happen ’cos it’s such a simple song Just a simple song Such a simple song Just three chords and one guitar that I can play it on And that’s not much but it’s all you need for such a simple song If everything were just as simple as this little song The world would be a different place But you and I know it’s not so And I think it’s because We all reject the simple things Like this little song Such a simple song In such a complex world it doesn’t really quite belong But that’s the very reason why it’s such a simple song Such a simple song © Dean Lombard 1990
America 03:00
Oh, Americans
 Clinging to their freedom like a lollipop 
Getting high on the sugar while their teeth just rot How did it begin? and tell me when will it stop? Oh, Americans Oh, Americans
 Calling for the government to leave ’em alone Regulating vaginas ’til the cows come home Where did it come from? and how far will they go? Oh, America For every Woody Guthrie there’s a dozen Joe McCarthys You silence all your Martin Luther Kings 
You turn away from greatness for the shallowest embraces And never stop to think about for whom the bell rings It rings for you, America
 Your voice has gotten louder and your stick’s still big You’re blowing down the houses of the little pigs That hole’ll just get deeper for as long as you dig
 Oh, America © Dean Lombard 2014
I went to the railway station I got on a train I didn’t bring my coat because it didn’t look like rain Looking out the window at my life go rushing by Why? I got to the city And I got on a tram Clutching in my leather satchel the River Basin Plan Looking out the window At the people rushing past, oblivious (well, if you have to ask…) I worked hard all my life I don’t have everything I need It’s a working river With 20 million mouths to feed And I’ve got a few of my own All those people in the city They just want it to look pretty Can’t you see the irony? I got to the auditorium And they’re in my sights Sitting on the podium as if they had the right I reach into my duffle bag for my second-last resort And I won’t see you in court © Dean Lombard 2010
Emily tries to walk away Emily fails Just like the time before And the time before, and the time before Every time distraught and afraid Terribly frail All undefined, untold As her mind unfolds and her eyes grow cold Most of the time you couldn’t pick her rom a crowd Of bloody schoolgirls on the train With their bags all in the way And even if you accidentally brushed her with your arm You might not feel the sudden shiver As her heart stops beating for the second that her eyes go wide Every time it’s over and done Emily cries But not a tear comes out And there’s not a sound, just a heart unwound Emily tries to know where to run Every time But there is another side He’s her father, Christ, and he also cries Most of the time you couldn’t pick her from a crowd Of bloody teenagers at large Drinking cheap wine in the park And even if you passed her on the bridge well after dark You might not feel her broken spirit As she looks across the railing to the water, and she can’t decide Emily tries, but misunderstands Emily flies, Emily lands © Dean Lombard 2011
Buy all the things you see Cos you ain't gonna die Stop making history Cos you ain't gonna die Have anyone you can I f**k therefore I am What's the point of not having it all If you ain't gonna die Climb on the pile of things And you can get so high Don't stop for anything Keep looking at the sky Don't look below your feet They just couldn't quite compete Anyway it's none of your concern When you ain't gonna die And I don't know what I'm looking at But I sure know how to play And I wonder if you can even see the colours of the pretty things you packed away Inside You ain't gonna die Just hide You ain't gonna die Don't think of what it means Don't stop for anything Don't look back, you won't like what you find But you ain't gonna die © Dean Lombard 2012
Poster Boy 03:06
I am the public face Of the private space You’ve got me hanging on your wall I’m on your TV screen And in a magazine But I’m not really you at all Cos I see everything from behind And I know where to go every time And I’ve got time to learn my lines They put me in your clothes Put powder on my nose To obscure the true reflection Of artificial light To make it look alright Without the pain of imperfection And I see all the words on the wall And I know how to land if I fall And I’ve got time to learn my lines And get them right And I get another chance if I’m wrong And I know all the words to the song Cos I’ve got time to learn my lines © Dean Lombard 2007
Hinterland 02:42
What's the evolutionary purpose Of loving someone if they don’t love you? Is the hunter more ferocious with a broken heart? Does the gatherer gather more stuff When they're feeling kind of rough? Does it make ’em kinda tough? I don't know What's the sociological explanation For making the same mistake over again? Do you need a bunch of people who are always wrong? To let the good ideas see the light Think of bicycles and flight Facebook, Instagram, and Skype I don't know And I don't care Cos one thing that I've learned It doesn't matter what I understand  I always end up in the hinterland What's the psychological motivation For saying something stupid at the very worst time? Do we need to verify that we are truly loved? By being the biggest arsehole we can be And then waiting round to see If we still have indemnity I don't know What's the evolutionary purpose Of loving someone if they don’t love you? © Dean Lombard 2016


Always the bridesmaid, never the bride…
Nine times in the last ten years my brave little songs have fought their way through to the finals of songwriting competitions, only to be vanquished in that last, desperate battle. Two of them ran away to find their fortunes elsewhere. The others languished, licking their wounds, forgotten until I stumbled across their secret lairs. Gently, painstakingly, I coaxed their downcast demos back into the home studio, smartened them up a little, and now I send them out into the world with much love and not a little trepidation.


released June 25, 2017

All instruments and voices by Dean Lombard.
Recorded and mixed by Dean Lombard between 2009 and 2017.
Mastered by Adam Dempsey at Deluxe Mastering.
Photos by Dean Lombard. Model: Stefanie Robinson. Thanks to Lynda Dixon for the loan of the dress
Thanks to Stefanie Robinson for coming up with the idea for the album and doing extra housework while I finished it.
These songs were written and this album was made on the stolen land of the Kulin Nation, where I and my people live and work without their consent. I acknowledge and pay my respects to the traditional custodians of the land and their Elders, past and present; and look forward to a true and just reconciliation between our peoples.


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Dean Lombard Melbourne, Australia

Quirky and poignant songs about love, loss, politics, society, life, death, cultural imperialism, propaganda, violence and redemption. All handmade in a room full of instruments, with occasional collaborators by invitation only.

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