The Eagle on the Hill EP

by Rhys Howlett

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These songs are about Home.
Adelaide is my home. I love this city and this state, and despite all its weirdness and being so stuck in its ways and for always worrying about what everyone else is thinking and doing, this is my home and my family's home and I love it. It really is beautiful here, you should visit sometime.
If you're not from Adelaide then the name Eagle on the Hill probably has no real meaning. But if you grew up here you know full well that Eagle on the Hill is a very specific geographic and cultural reference point. Like, it used to have a pub and a petrol station or something and was a bit further up from Devil's Elbow.
Writing Eagle on the Hill got me thinking a lot about Home. Then I got to thinking about people who don't really have a home, the rootless and rudderless ones. It's bloody hard work to grow fruit or steer your boat with no roots and no rudder.
My friend Phillip Topham was an amazing man and I miss him every day. He was a Bondi Boy but became one of the rootless and rudderless. He lost his battle with soul cancer at the tail-end of the long, wet South Australian winter of 2016, part-way through the recording of this album. Bondi Boy (Home for Christmas) is for Toppo, I'm pretty sure he would have really liked it.
I thought Requiem was a perfect dedication for Toppo too, I hope Robert Louis Stevenson doesn't mind me using it. I get the feeling he wrote it for someone under similar circumstances.
No one's really gone if you remember them fondly.
So if the two long songs are about Home, the other two are also about Home, in their way. One is for a lost love, The Butcher's Daughter, we just couldn't fit an X on a Y.
And a song for my darling daughters, I will always believe in them.
I'll keep trying to do the best I can with what I've got and really hope you like the songs.
Massive thanks to Nick Russell - an excellent fellow with excellent ears and a pleasure to record with.
Cheers, Rhys
Adelaide,14th October 2016

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released October 14, 2016

Songs written and performed by Rhys Howlett
Requiem written by Robert Louis Stevenson, read by Rhys Howlett
Engineered and Mastered by Nick Russell at King's Closet

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Rhys Howlett Adelaide, Australia

Rhys writes songs for solo releases, for his band Stable Vices, and for other collaborations when opportunities arise.
His songwriting virtues are honesty, humour, hooks and harmonies.

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Track Name: Requiem
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Track Name: Bondi Boy (Home for Christmas)
It doesn't snow down here
Not in December
But it rains
Til I remember
I made this choice
For me, for you, for us
And I promise this my love
I'll make it home for Christmas

And I don't wanna run with the pack
No no no no no no no
And I ain't turning back
No no no no no no no
And I don't wanna make a fuss
No no no no no no no

I just want to make it home, for Christmas

I grew up in the salt and the sand
In the east of this big unconscious land
I had to keep moving, to the next town
To the next dream, to the next pub down the line
But no matter how fast I ran, couldn't leave the past behind
I went north, south, west, but the fog just would not rest
It grew cold, thick,
My gear stick would not shift, stuck in the mud
I was a Bondi Boy and I wanna get back to rest out past the breakers
It's hard to measure success
But I'll be home for Christmas

And I don't wanna run with the pack
No no no no no no no
And I ain't turning back
No no no no no no no
And I don't wanna make a fuss
No no no no no no no

I just want to make it home, for Christmas
Track Name: The Butcher's Daughter
Growing up in a cottage of stone
She knows the pain of being alone
Up hill and down dale
So strong she'll never fail

Hair curls softly round her
Deep brown eyes
She's the prize many have tried to win
But with a grin she turns and says
"Boy, I'm the Butcher's Daughter"
Like lambs to the slaughter
When she throws her head and sings just like a bird...
Sweetest sound you've ever heard

And I said hmmmm, mmmmmmm

Since the boat went down we've been treading water
Me and the butcher's daughter
We've both forgotten how to swim
But I know dry land is not a myth, and

Hmmmm, mmmmmmm
Track Name: I Don't Believe in the Boogeyman But I Believe in You
I don't believe in the boogeyman
I don't believe in werewolves either
I don't believe in Bloody Mary
But I believe in you

I don't believe in vampires
I don't believe in dracula neither
I don't believe in Voldemort
But I believe in you

Yes I believe in you
And I love you

And I believe that my dog needs to
Put his tongue back in his head
He keeps licking me all over
Please get off my bed

And I believe that you can do
Anything that you want to
You are wonderful please know that
I believe in you

Yes I believe in you
And I love you
Track Name: Eagle on the Hill
I am the Eagle on the Hill
I am the long lost son of Don Dunstan
I am dark in the suburbs at night
But I'll never forget Colonel William Light
I'm not trying to be cool
When I ask you where you went to school
I am trying to connect
Is it too much to ask for a little respect?
I am all the prettiest girls
I am the best three pubs in the whole damn world
I am your husband, I am your wife
I've never eaten a frog cake in all of my life

And I still don't know which way to go
Every time I'm at the airport I see someone I know

I am a courtesy wave from the car
If it's more than twenty minutes then it's too far
I am not trying to compete
I'm asleep under the statue on Hindley Street
I'm eight hours from the shack
Catching Tommy Ruffs, not throwing them back
I am 3AM at La Sing
I'll bring a plate of pikelets to your wedding

And I still don't know which way to go
Every time I'm at the airport I see someone I know
And I never have to be alone
I am family, I am home

I'm where the hills meet the sea
I'm kicking autumn leaves and between you and me
I am not looking East wondering why
I am the Blazing Sun, I am the Endless Sky

And I still don't know which way to go
Every time I'm at the airport I see someone I know
And I never have to be alone
I am Family, I am Home.