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Sanitary Apocalypse

by Wyatt Moss-Wellington

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We used to think it would be Global warming, and oh, before, Remember computer nightfall, then So scared of AI, Y2K, B4 Even then there were other threats like the A bomb Plagues, pestilence as well The fiery hand of God, but no In the end we sprayed and wiped everything gone In the end we sprayed and wiped our whole world away Uninhabitable * In this world of walls of marble white Like the inside of an egg The spotless surface stretches forever In this world of halls of blinding light We survive on dirt pills Dwindling now, they stave away the fever * Clara has a broken digital camera Erstwhile her children on the smashed up screen Travelling through Oslo with her husband Tom Looking for live ones and a reason to be Tom is on the way out unless they find some pills She sings him a song with little hope that he’ll get well * Clara’s Farewell Song * North is where the island is the travellers used to say Not long ago hundreds of them passed her day by day Shelter they had spoken of off the coast of Norway Embedded in the ice were dirt and plants, remnants Of life, mutual life Every footstep echoes cold And shatters up and down This hallway is so long Now just blinding bright and lonely She tries not to look back She tries not to look at them, gaunt, wide-eyed by the road But Clara’s not so sure She can’t unravel now * There never used to be ice this far south She puts the last dirt pill in her mouth She steps onto an ice floe, pushing out Out to sea * She drifts upon this ice floe, while the mainland sinks from view She sinks into a dream She wanders through Her former life before the whitewashed world She hears the sounds of family, back when the world was green * Dream sequence * Waking up in a colourful room With a male figure sitting there beside the bed Speaking to her in a calm voice You’re safe, I’m a nurse, we will look after you Clara rises, looks around her Seeing flowers by the bed Out the door and in the hallway Lilies and roses and hydrangeas The nurse explains they brought her to the shelter Found drifting on an icefloe at sea Surviving scientists exhuming from the ice All they brought along and found to freeze He takes her then to the dining Room to meet a senior counsellor The dining room is massive It’s bustling – full of food, and people, and smiles, water cooler banter The counsellor is waiting to meet the new survivor She takes Clara in her arms * You must be worried about our chances About all that you’ve been through There is room to take heart Although we may be wiped out yet In our history, our entire time on earth We’ve made it through worse than this …It’s ok.

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SANITARY APOCALYPSE is a 28-minute narrative song about an Earth spray-and-wiped to oblivion, with survivors living on dirt pills. The song follows protagonist Clara making her way north to an alleged shelter off the coast of Norway.

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credits

released March 1, 2014

Bourian Boubbov: French horn, Dave Carr: banjo, Tim Firth: drums, Alex Fontaine: cor anglais, Jess Randall: nyckelharpa, Mary Rapp: double bass, Ian Watson: violin, Alexei Dupressoir and Oscar Henderson: bass clarinet duel.

Choir: Susie Bishop, Brian Campeau, Dave Carr, Sarah Klarnet, Louise Nutting, Nina Stamell. Vocal duet: Louise & Wyatt.

Wyatt: lead vocals, guitars, mandolin, piano, keyboards, synths, sounds and programming.

Composed, arranged and produced by Wyatt Moss-Wellington. Recorded in Sydney, Australia by Wyatt, except drums, French horn and double bass (recorded on a sweet Neumann U47) by Tim Walker at SoundWalker Studios, Newtown. Mastered by Tim at SoundWalker Studios and Daniel Fournier at Digital Archives Network. Mixed by Wyatt. Cover art by Jess Bradford and Jack Breukelaar.

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Wyatt Moss-Wellington Sydney, Australia

"Challenging preconceptions of song structure, guitar and vocal techniques, subject matter and stylistic homogeneity ... bounced between satire and aching tenderness, power chords and delicate finger-picking - sometimes all within one line! Moss-Wellington makes most of his peers sound like they have never fully considered the breadth of options open to them." John Shand, Sydney Morning Herald ... more

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