Hospital Hill is a collaborative album by Jack Carty and Gus Gardiner built around, a voice, an acoustic guitar and a string quartet.
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Live, in one take
Hospital Hill is a collaborative album by Jack Carty and Gus Gardiner — recorded live at Hercules Street Studios in Sydney, with every track captured in a single take. Built around voice, acoustic guitar, and some of Australia's premier string players, it is one of Carty's most intimate and direct recordings: no overdubs, no second chances, just a room and the song.
Rooted in themes of nostalgia, gratitude, and the particular pull of home, it is a record that sounds like it was made unhurriedly — though every note counts. From the childhood memories of the title track to the road-worn resignation of "Hotel Rooms," it is an album for anyone who has ever been far from where they belong.
Released June 2018.
"A summer breeze of a record, personifying lazy Sunday mornings."
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Facing south into the wind
A matchstick bobbing, frail and thin
Friends will leave, and lovers sin
We've come so far, so let's begin
Let's begin
There's a fire deep within us somewhere
It will keep us warm as we sail on
It's gonna rail until we see the sun
If you don't like me, never fear
I'm always leaving, rarely here
Let lonely critics tear it down
We'll start again on level ground
Level ground
There's a fire deep within us somewhere
It will keep us warm as we sail on
It's gonna rail until we see the sun
I try to love the life I keep
The artistry in struggling
When no one heeds the words you speak
Words are useless, words are weak
Words are weak
There's a fire deep within us somewhere
It will keep us warm as we sail on
It's gonna rail until we see the sun
You lit a fire deep within me somewhere
I felt it catch and knew you were the one
Let it rain until we see the sun
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Deep in the breast of you
Hills on three sides
I was trying to untangle
My musical mind
I was dying to fit in
And to feel alive
As the river kept time
I was a schoolboy
Only fifteen
Playing super-nintendo
On an eight-inch TV
Trying to feel in control
Of someone or something
I could feel you
Shrinking
When I was an infant
You filled up my head
With the smooth smell of incense
And "jazz-cigarettes"
And I knew that I loved you
And could never forget
Though you never
Knew me
And autumn would come
With its chill in the air
And the rustle of leaves
Like a sigh of despair
So we'd jump from the branches
Into the rivers cold care
And our teeth did chatter
Are you a demon?
Are you a friend?
Or a spinning roulette wheel
Of blurred black and red?
I was told over-thinking
Would mess with my head
And it made me worry
But you were my world
For the longest of time
From the hospital hill
To the valley behind
And the old sawmill
Wrecked like a ship in the night
I could feel us flounder
But the water brings life
Pumping blood through your veins
So you flourish and grow
Stronger every day
And I come and I go
But I can't stay away
Like a figure 8
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On the inside, fighting a war
Against the headless
The heartless
The wolves at your door
I heard them calling
Loud as a war
Singin' "people don't care about songs anymore"
Did I hear you correctly?
There must be some mistake
I tend to stop thinking
When my heart starts to break
My wisdom tooth's aching
And my fingers are sore
And people don't care about songs anymore
I'm not singing for money
I'm not singing for fame
I'm just singing to let out
The noise in my brain
The horse being drawn
By the cart drawn before
If people don't care about songs anymore
People don't care about songs anymore
people don't care about songs anymore
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Hotel rooms
Always the same view
Instant coffee
And minniature shampoo
And under my feet
The carpet wearing through
Just like me
It's seen a trick or two
Along the way
I've broken and I've made
I've poured my heart out
Almost every day
And once in a while
There's nothing left to say
Just keep walking
And you'll be on your way
Every time I close my eyes
There's a stranger in my head
Telling me with a whining plea that
"There are strings attached"
And I'm a "marrionette"
And you are two whole states away
In a half-full double bed
Wondering if it's worth your time…
There's a concept
Hanging from a string
It looks so perfect
A shiny, pretty thing
And as I get closer
It moves away again
But if I stop
Who will I be then?
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What can you teach me?
How do I learn it?
It's like trying to cut diamonds
From the tail of a commet
Making something from the dust
Of a fast-moving object
With the whole world watching on
And I have tried hard
To be a child of compassion
But feasting looks good
When you've been living on rations
Did you kill for survival?
Or did you kill for fashion?
Either way, I guess now it's done
I'm holding my breath
As I fly down the freeway
My eyes are bloodshot
And I think I've come the long way
If I can hold out
I'm going to make it to a new day
It's coming with the rising sun
I've got a chip on my shoulder
And a sandpaper concience
I felt the world spin
Like a political promise
I swear that it felt bigger
Before I knew the difference
Like the memory of your childhood home
I'm holding my breath
As I fly down the freeway
My eyes are bloodshot
And I think I've come the long way
If I can hold out
I'm going to make it to a new day
It's coming with the rising sun
Like those headlights coming on
And the road snakes out
Just like a hang-rope
Black and long
There's a pattern repeating
In the back of my mind
A thousand lonely drummers
That are playing in time
And I can never tell
If it's truth or desire
That keeps them marking on…
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I could smell it as we flew through the night
Packed like sardines in a tin satellite
And the jet fuel made its way into my dreams
When we landed all the restaurants were closed
I was hungry; I had dirt on my clothes
And I waited for my friend to come get me
Kindness is a dying art
In this world of back-announce and muscle cars
Kindness is a dying art
Oh honey, kindness is a dying art
In the morning in the best shirt I own
I went walking through the tunnels below
Off to beat the drum
Gonna spread my message wide
While I waited for the king and his men
Tapping S.O.S with the tip of my pen
I was praying I'd find a way I could get inside
But kindness is a dying art
In this world of girly mags and photographs
Kindness is a dying art
Oh honey, kindness is a dying art
My friend says you should measure your time
By the ones who keep you warm on the line
And I'm trying to live that message through
Like the last kid left to root for the team
Or the jet fuel in an aeroplane dream
There's a fire and it's waiting in the wings
Kindness is a dying art
In this world of twitter feeds and credit cards
Kindness is a dying art
Oh honey, kindness is a dying art
Kindness is a dying art
In this world of politicians and movie stars
Kindness is a dying art
Oh honey, kindness is a dying art
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Feeling low in the highlands
History repeats
There's a scene behind my eyelids
Luscious blues and greens
I do this every time
Always want what I can't find
My heartbeats and footsteps
Are falling in time
As I try to run rings 'round
These knots in my mind
And they go on forever
But I'm still gonna try…
You can tell in the photos
Seems I'm getting old
Then the sun let its guard down
And everything went gold
I saw your face in the sky
I'd never seen you so high
My heartbeats and footsteps
Are falling in time
As I try to run rings 'round
The knots in my mind
And they go on forever
But I'm still gonna try…
It's a long way back home
My beard is getting too long
And you're running like a river
And I'm pouring like a waterfall
Oh
My heartbeats and footsteps
Are falling in time
As I try to run rings 'round
These knots in my mind
And they go on forever
But I'm still gonna try
Yeah they go on forever
But I'm still gonna try
Yeah they go on forever
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I trust our love
Like I trust gravity
It's a fact of science
A fall from an apple tree
And there will never be
A Galileo
To prove us wrong
No
Watch the sunrise
And welcome the breaking day
I do believe
Things were always going to be this way
So I just have to say
No Galileo
Will get in the way
Some people live
On a mountain top of pain
They stare out over a vast valley of envy
We are the same
But we face the other way
And stare out over a valley
Full of apple trees and plenty
You are my love
You are my gravity
Grounded in truth
We're not the centre of anything
We orbit and twist and spin
Oh Galileo
Love and fear
And all that we know
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I was a mess
Brought to my knees
Far from my home
In the antipodes
A flightless bird
A dog on a leash
Like moses of old
You set me free
You try your best
To do the right thing by me
You stay busy
Putting paint upon the page
This world of ebb and flow
Of passports and coffee
Makes me dizzy
And I want to make a change
You are a girl
Who's all on her own
And you can't get to sleep
When you feel this alone
And it's not the same
When we talk on the phone
Miss that skin upon skin
Miss the breath and the bone
You try your best
To do the right thing by me
You stay busy
Putting paint upon the page
This world of ebb and flow
Of passports and coffee
Makes me dizzy
And I want to make a change
So, let's have a kid
And move out of town
Where there's stars in the sky
Get our own patch of ground
Let the constant quiet
Slow everything down
Alone in our love
And I'll stick around
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As I lay here on my back
Beside the ocean and its depths
The history of the universe was shining on my head
And I thought about how I just want to live until I'm dead
And remember everything
Remember all the songs I wrote
When I was seventeen
Those melodramatic verses
That poured out so easily
And my brothers and my sister
Waving outside on the street
On the day that I left home
Big brother's always watching you
To make sure you're alright
Like a camera in a taxi-cab
Through city streets at night
It's a pay-per-view experience
To televise the fight
You just name your date and time
Oh my god
I can't relate
To half the things I've said
The only way I know it's me
Is the looping line of memories
In my head
I remember playing roller hockey
Outside on the street
The goal posts were always shifting
For the cars that slowed and beeped
And those little plastic caps
That I had strapped upon my knees
To protect me when I fell
And our family dog
That waited for us outside primary school
She would wonder 'round the town
With no regard for the road rules
And she taught me how to live within the moment
Pure and true
Things are good right here right now
And our mother used to spend her weekends
Driving 'round the state
Taking me and all my football friends
From game to football game
And on Monday morning up at five am to start again
I don't know how she stayed awake
Oh my god
I can't relate
To half the things I've been
The only way I know it's me
Is the maze of fuzzy memories
In my dreams
You as I lay here on my back
And watch the starlight coming down
Outside a tiny country hall
Inside a tiny country town
I can hear the singing sounds
Of the support act ringing out
And the crowd all clap and cheer
And I am grateful for the love I've found
And travelling I've done
I am grateful to my parents
That I get to be their son
I am grateful that I have the strength and will to carry on
Like some quiet rolling stone
And I am grateful to the artists
Who have come into my life
And expanded my horizon
Like a camera on a kite
I am grateful for the songs they wrote in hotel rooms at night
Like a window to the truth
And now the universe is spinning
And I have to play a show
And I'm not sure what is coming
But when it happens I will know
And until then I will try to live with love
And take it slow
I wanna live until I die
Jack Carty: Vocals & Guitar.
Liisa Pallandi: Violin I.
Thibaud Pavlovich-Hobba: Violin II.
Heather Lloyd: Viola.
Gus Gardiner: Cello.
Written and produced by Jack Carty & Gus Gardiner.
Recorded live at Hercules St Studios, Sydney. Engineered by Paul McKercher, assisted by Tim McArtney.
Mixed by Gus Gardiner. Mastered by Rick O'Neil at Turtlerock Mastering.
Artwork by Natasha Carty.
June 1, 2018
All songs written by Jack Carty and Gus Gardiner.
2018