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All My Friends

by Barry Peters

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1.
If You Whisper If you whisper what it is Then no one else will know And no one else will ever guess That’s how our secret grows You can whisper down a telephone You can whisper in a moo cow ear But unless you whisper really close Your words will disappear When your lips touch my ear Your secret’s feels like a thriller Crawling round my little ear Like a hairy caterpillar Like an empty beach, like a jelly bean Like a seahorse I love but I’ve never seen Like a band aid on a brand new tear For this you need to stop to hear
2.
Number Plate Jack Number plate Jack has my kind of hair He’s always awake, no breakdown bear I made him a car with a cardboard box And push round the house in yesterdays socks He might have c’s, but he doesn’t have 3’s And he definitely doesn’t have p’s on his plate He’s J.A.C.K Name his numbers He’s 5, really, 5, 5 and the last ones 8 He’s five hundred and fifty eight. Number plate Jack is my kind of teddy He’s always awake, Jack’s always ready My Dad says he’s not alive before eight!” So I drive with Jack and I learn to wait Number Plate Jack is my kind of cuddle Except the day we drove through the puddle The sticky on his wheels didn’t like the muck Oh soggy old Jack and his car got stuck
3.
The Berry Picking Pose Berry pink and berry pose Lift your knees, and point your toes Berry yellow, berry red Making sure our young are fed A berry beat for berry pecks We love ‘em sliding down our necks Keep that rhythm in your throat Ok ‘emus – Shake your petticoats Berry posh and berry proud Like a bullfrog, sing out loud Berry black and berry bruise Inquisitive, then carefully choose Berry ripe and berry soft Head held high for the perfect scoff We boys and girls both wear the pants Ok ‘emus – we can’t fly, but we can dance Berry pink and berry blue Don't you love our purple poo Berry orange, berry green Perhaps you think we are obscene Berry bite and berry yum Ah who knows what they will become Aim your bum, squeeze your knees Ok emus – peck a berry yeah and poo out trees
4.
I’m A Sticky Foot Crocodile I’m a sticky foot crocodile and I’m green I’m a sticky foot crocodile and I’m green I can roll and I can rumble But you know that I won’t tumble I’m a sticky foot crocodile and I’m green I can climb up your window, I can climb up your wall I can climb up your window, I can climb up your wall I’ve my super suction, fine motor function I can climb over any construction I’m a sticky foot crocodile and I’m green I’m a sticky foot crocodile and I’m green I’m a sticky foot crocodile and I’m green Not see you later alligator In a while crocodile I’m sticking round just to see you smile I’m a rubber, blubber, sweet reptile and I’m green
5.
Tickle Tum 02:03
Tickle Tum If your dad is looking glum Push your face into his tum Fill your cheeks and hold his hips Push a raspberry through your lips Tickle quickle, rolly rough Crumble, tumble, belly fluff Push and prod and pinch and poke Laugh until your tummies broke Mum don’t need to have no nap Type on her the alphabet Hold her down and pin her flat Giggle as you write and tap
6.
My Friend The Pelican! She’s not white metal, fills faster than a fridge Has wings that curve like a cable bridge A honk like a bus in a side street jam She looks you in the eye and she says: “I am What I am, what I am Why fret if you can’t understand.” My friend, my friend, the pelican. I tell you this bird she ain’t no sparrow Can feed on more fish than you can fit in a barrow A body and a blummph of a great jumbo jet Gliding where gravity forgets To claim, to claim, what should remain on land My friend, my friend, my friend, the pelican. What the … what if … she don’t make sense Out over Hobson’s Bay, she’s so immense What the … what if … maybe … huh If you’re perfect, then you’re perfect, that’s near enough. This bird wasn’t born to sit on no wire As she lifts herself up can’t you see she inspires No laps at the pool, no weight loss program She looks you in the eye and she says: “I am What I am, what I am, hold your breath as I come to land.” My friend, my friend, my friend, the pelican.
7.
That Little Light Right down deep where the ocean is dark Every now and then you'll see my little spark There isn’t any street light at the bottom of the sea You couldn't light a match, so what could it be? Come a little closer my sweet fishy friends No you won’t like the way, the way this story ends Come be enchanted by my little light Cause you know I’m gunna eat you in one big bite Right down deep where is ocean is thick I’m an angler fish with my light on a stick Here comes another fish attracted to my glow Swim a little closer hey but swim nice and slow
8.
By The Seat Of His Pants He’s a flying doctor, up he goes Propeller turning fast on his little plane’s nose With his band aid box and his stethoscope Helping out the kids who need a little hope Into the clouds, over the air By the seat of his pants on a wing and a prayer Stretch your wings, it’s take off time Steady on the runway up, up, climb Heady, heady, heady, heady, heady, heady, hi Aren’t you really glad that he can fly In his pretty plane he does loads of miles Sometimes tablets, always giving smiles He’ll check your bits and your respiratory He’ll tell you jokes, and he’ll hear your story
9.
A Living Tree Grandma said it’s a living tree A living tree is what it should be And she just smiled as she took it from the pot, she said Here’s a place that I like a lot And then she dug a little hole and pressed it in ground She said: This tree will grow and always be around Grandma said . . . should be And she just smiled as she took it from the pot If this tree’s not alive then the earth gets hot And then she sang about a baby in a distant land As the tree gripped the ground we tried to understand Grandma said . . . should be And she just smiled as the tree grew high The baby grew up and so did I And the baby in the story was tied to some wood I know Grandma would have helped him if she could Grandma said . . . should be Grandmas gone, but the tree still stands We remember her smile we remember her hands And every Christmas we gather in the shade To decorate the tree with all the things that we’ve made
10.
Roll Em Up & Roll It Away Roll it up, roll it away x3 Don't you know we're going to eat it At the end of the day We're the world's best recyclers, eating up poo Imagine the planet, you know that it's true Everybody in gum boots, sloping in the muck If it wasn't for our appetite you'd all get stuck. You are what you eat and we eat poop Microrganism, beetles – a natural troupe It's brown and it’s luke warm, we're the first to admit But it don't deserve it's name, cause it's lickety split.
11.
Old Bended Knee Booming in a deep voice “I've had enough, No more Mr Nice Guy” Time to talk tough Trees shake and stumble Grounds swells and breaks Wrap him up a present Before it gets too late Buninyong gets mad Old bended knee Gravel in his guts He wants apology Hot bomb potatoes Falling down like hail Make a mountain angry His lava licks your tail Run with your head turned Don’t take a breathe All the air and all the earth Is erupting into death
12.
Peanut Butter Peanut butter, peanut butter Spread it round, spread it round Little nuts from underground Peanut butter, peanut butter Spread it round, spread it round Sticky brown But if you try too much too most When you try to eat your toast It sticks to the top of your mouth
13.
They Call Me Maremma Out on me island, I got heaps of chicks Yeah - them foxes might be fast, they got tons of tricks Them foxes might be flashy but they make a real mess So I hover around me birds and I do me best They call it Penguin Island, but I am the chief They’ll be nothing with four legs, not another hairy thief They’ll be nothing with four legs ‘cause I sniff the land and wind And I care me little friends with their flappy little fins Me, yeah me, they call me Maremma I’m not a dumb blonde and I don’t do glamour If you live on me island, see I’m your mate I’m a stay at home dog, can’t go for a date I’m a stay at home dog but I’d like to make it clear You can pop up little penguin ‘cause it’s safe out here A penguin may be cute, as smart as she is short It’s an honour to protect her so she doesn’t get hurt It’s an honour to protect her she’s so faithful and so true It’s a normal natural thing that a dog would want to do.
14.
O Has A Brother My friend O, the nursery man Growing trees, he has a plan To fill the earth with leaf and twig His trees start small, but his heart is big He don’t say much, but he’s not dumb O’s a man with a great green thumb His seedlings sprout, then into pots When they’re a little bit bigger, then into spots Where soon they spread their mighty arms Growing into forests on the hills and the farms O has a brother and his name is Cam He’s a fruit tree fella and he loves his jam He’ll sell you a bush or pick a pile of berry These brothers are blossoms on a rare black cherry

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released January 6, 2011

Thanks - Don, Andrew, Madii, Lachlan, Rachel, Didi, Katherine, Angus, Gemma, Brad, Aidan, Eric, Adam, Mark, Harry, Lyn, Paul, the Fullers, the Hunts, the Mitchells, the Hams, the Halls, the Lovetts, the Gaulkies, the Farrows, the Coxs, Dave & Naomi, Martina and Dave, the Holts, Don McTaggart, Dale & Rachel, the Wrights, the Hamiltons, Faye White, the Driscolls, Marlene and Andrew, the Macraes, Rob & Sharon, Max, Gwen and Sharon, Buninyong & Woodforde Primary Schools, and all the wonderful preschool teachers out there that take such good care of so many of my friends. Produced & Engineered by Don Stewart ~ Unmuzzled Music
& Tony Peel, Motherlode Studios ~ Warrnambool.
Adam Demsey ~ Deluxe Mastering Cover Art & Graphic Design – Madii Peters All songs written & composed by Barry Peters except where co writers listed All Licencing - Canya Dantz © All songs - Barry Peters 2011 Barry Peters – appearing all tracks Don Stewart - lead vocal – “They Call Me Maremma”
Brad Mitchell – lead vocal - “That Little Light”
Don Stewart - guitars, vocals, bazouki, keyboard, midi (tracks 1, 5-14) Mark Halliwell – Guitars – rhythm, lead and effects (tracks 3, 4, 7, 8, 10, 11)
Angus MacPherson – piano (tracks 2, 3, 9) Andrew Hallett – bass (tracks 3, 4, 7, 8, 10, 11)
Harry Fahey - drums, percussion (tracks 3, 4, 7, 8, 10, 11)
Chris Hodges – drums (track 13) Ewin Baker – Violin (track 6) Gemma Belfrage - backing vocals (track 1, 3, 4, 8-12, 14) Lyn Eales, - backing vocals (track 6, 13) Paul Venzo - backing vocals (track 9) Woodforde Children Grade 2&3 2010 (track 1, 4, 8, 10, 11) Kasey Maraldo, Jai Barker, Chelsea Watson, Harry Boyd, Madison Packham, Jonty Roberts, Inika Tobin-Salzman, Ashlee Kenna, Jake Packham, Liam Sanderson, Halle Watt, Danielle Warren, Emily Manuell, Tanika Hurford, Zoe Campbell, Tori Parsons, Kyran Gorman


Produced and Engineered by Don Stewart
© Barry Peters 2011

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Barry Peters VIC, Australia

Dubbed the Paul Kelly of the underage music scene, Barry is based in Warrnambool on Australia's beautiful southern coast.

Amassing near gold record sales as a totally independent artist, his appeal is very simple: Barry writes great songs. Rich with environmental themes, his music is profound and energetic.

Warm, wise and funny, Barry Peters is an artist worth introducing to every child.
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