Australasia is a region of Oceania comprising Australia, New Zealand, the island of New Guinea, and neighbouring islands in the Pacific Ocean. The term was coined by Charles de Brosses in Histoire des navigations aux terres australes (1756). He derived it from the Latin for "south of Asia" and differentiated the area from Polynesia (to the east) and the southeast Pacific (Magellanica). It is also distinct from Micronesia (to the northeast). Australasia sits on the Indo-Australian Plate, together with India.
Geopolitically, Australasia is sometimes used as a term for Australia and New Zealand together in the absence of another word limited to those two countries. Sometimes the island of New Guinea (Papua New Guinea and the Indonesian part of the island) is encompassed by the term. There are many organisations whose names are prefixed with "(Royal) Australasian Society" that are limited to just Australia and New Zealand.
In the past, Australasia has been used as a name for combined Australia/New Zealand sporting teams. Examples include tennis between 1905 and 1915, when New Zealand and Australia combined to compete in the Davis Cup international tournament, and at the Olympic Games of 1908 and 1912.
Angelo Badalamenti (born March 22, 1937) is an American composer, known for his movie soundtrack work for director David Lynch, notably Blue Velvet, the Twin Peaks saga (1990–1992) and Mulholland Drive. He received the Lifetime Achievement Award at the World Soundtrack Awards in 2008.
Badalamenti was born in Brooklyn, New York to an Italian family; his mother was from Sicily and his father was a fish market owner. Badalamenti spent much of his childhood listening to opera and classical music. He studied at the Eastman School of Music and at Manhattan School of Music where he earned a master's degree in music.
Badalamenti scored films such as Gordon's War, and Law and Disorder, but his big break came when he was brought in to be Isabella Rossellini's singing coach for the song "Blue Velvet" in David Lynch's classic film Blue Velvet. Rossellini was supposed to sing "Song to the Siren," a song by Tim Buckley, but Lynch was unable to secure the rights to use it. Badalamenti and Lynch collaborated to write "Mysteries of Love", using lyrics Lynch wrote and Badalamenti's music. Lynch asked Badalamenti to appear in the film as the piano player in the club where Rossellini's character performs. This film would be the first of many projects they would work on together.
Donald Eric Partridge (27 October 1941 – 21 September 2010) was an English singer and songwriter, known as the "king of the buskers". He performed from the early 1960s as a busker and one-man band, and achieved unexpected commercial success in the UK in the late 1960s with the songs "Rosie" and "Blue Eyes".
Don Partridge was born in Bournemouth, England. By his own account, he left home at age 15 and became a burglar, before working at some 45 different jobs. By the early 1960s, inspired by American singer Jesse Fuller, he travelled around Europe as a solo entertainer on street corners, initially simply singing songs with a guitar. However, he found that he gained more attention by performing as a one-man band, playing guitar, kazoo or harmonica, bass drum and cymbal at the same time.
Playing by that time mainly in London, Partridge performed traditional English and American folk songs as well as his own compositions. In 1964, he and his friend, guitarist Alan Young, were described in the Evening Standard as the first young street musicians to be seen in London since the second world war. He was frequently arrested and fined, but gained a local following and made a TV appearance on the Eamonn Andrews Show.
Strike a pose
Strike a pose
Vogue, vogue, vogue
Vogue, vogue, vogue
Look around everywhere you turn is heartache
It's everywhere that you go (look around)
You try everything you can to escape
The pain of life that you know (life that you know)
When all else fails and you long to be
Something better than you are today
I know a place where you can get away
It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so
Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music (move to the music)
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)
You know you can do it
All you need is your own imagination
So use it that's what it's for (that's what it's for)
Go inside, for your finest inspiration
Your dreams will open the door (open up the door)
It makes no difference if you're black or white
If you're a boy or a girl
If the music's pumping it will give you new life
You're a superstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it
Come on, vogue
Let your body groove to the music (groove to the music)
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)
You know you can do it
Beauty's where you find it
Not just where you bump and grind it
Soul is in the musical
That's where I feel so beautiful
Magical, life's a ball
So get up on the dance floor
Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music (move to the music)
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)
You know you can do it
Vogue, (Vogue)
Beauty's where you find it (move to the music)
Vogue, (Vogue)
Beauty's where you find it (go with the flow)
Greta Garbo, and Monroe
Deitrich and DiMaggio
Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean
On the cover of a magazine
Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean
Picture of a beauty queen
Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire
Ginger Rogers, dance on air
They had style, they had grace
Rita Hayworth gave good face
Lauren, Katherine, Lana too
Bette Davis, we love you
Ladies with an attitude
Fellows that were in the mood
Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it
Vogue, vogue
Oooh, you've got to
Let your body move to the music
Oooh, you've got to just
Let your body go with the flow
Oooh, you've got to
E Cmaj7 Gmaj7
Said the straight man to the late man
F#m7 H7
Where have you bee ---en
E Cmaj7
I've been here and I've been there
Gmaj7 F#m7 H7
And I've been in betwee --- een.
E A6add9 E
I talk to the wind
A6add9 E
My words are all carried away
A6add9 Am7
I talk to the wind
H7 Am7
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.
E ... (and so on)
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.
You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
Conscience- Declaring intent
Allusion of illusionary life
Mind reeling - blind
Indemnified night
Gray and clouded;
Your judgment, maligned
Schizophrenia... Sets in
Fleeting infidelities
Antiquity, a church spire;
Dislocation, suddenly in the parlour
Spatial time, misconstrued
Familiar faces, confused
Ties to life, recalcitrant
Neural synapses, collapsing
Within the mind: desiccation
Memories, blurred
A faltering perception of time
All that you were, now inversed
Foreboding thoughts, your curse
Strangers made, of those you once knew
Sanity, an impossibility
Now they come, wraiths in the night
Invaders, in every sense of the word
Your mortal coil, bound to their plight
Ambuscading, your very soul
Frantic, scathing inside
Manipulating
Your every move
Existence... Coming to end
Imagination; going insane
Apperception, never the same
Mentality, wracking your brain
Your sanity: In disbelief
Those around you, now enemies
Hacking frantically; deplorable
Beating pulse, driving you mad
Dashing your head,
To end the voices;
A man, disfigured by science
His skin, charred and corpse-like
Severed from the world he knew
He sees through a spectrum of rage
Flesh turned to liquid
He seeks vengeance through science
Synthetic flesh replaces his own
His purpose is to exact revenge
Tracking them one by one
His anger knows no bounds
Looking for the one at the top
Murdering them slowly to even the score
Criminal syndicate, a plot for control
All of it, worthless to him
So much for him to reclaim
Ninety minutes for each mask he creates
Now, the carnage unfolds
Posing as his victims,
Identity stole
Replacing them for only a short time
Destroying their lives, ensuring their demise
The first one, a mobster who tied him up
Catching him in an alley, he corners him
(Then proceeds to mutilate, and masticate)
First name on the list, terminated
Unabated, skinless killer
Victim's last sight, one of pure nightmare
Second target
Now in his sights
The man, flees for his life
So he hunts on
No sensory information
For him to feel
Synthetic skin knows no pain
Only one essential organ: His brain
No escape
For his prey
His skin, flayed
Deranged!
Revenge, exacted
Now, the carnage unfolds
Posing as his victims,
Identity stole
Replacing them for only a short time
Destroying their lives, ensuring their demise
Third target: the scientist who set him up
He retakes his vengeance with all remorse, gone
Taking him at home, no one hears his cries
Moving down the list, he ensures each demise!
No sensory information
For him to feel
Synthetic skin knows no pain
Taking them one by one
Only one essential organ, his brain
A man, disfigured by science
His skin, charred and corpse-like
Severed from the world he knew
He sees through a spectrum of rage
Flesh turned to liquid
He seeks vengeance through science
Synthetic flesh replaces his own
His purpose is to exact revenge
Tracking them one by one
His anger knows no bounds
Looking for the one at the top
Murdering them slowly to even the score
The carnage unfolds
Posing as his victims
Identity stole
Replacing them
For a short time
Destroying their lives;
Ensuring their demise
Finally he faces the one who ruined his life
The coward tries to run, there's nowhere to hide
He strikes him down, his mask dissipating
Void...
Into infinity, a black hole's divinity
Unending density
Hold the answers to eternity
Vacuum:
Perfect
Bottomless,
All-consuming
Gravitational pull
The star's core implodes
All light consumed
Nothingness, sewn
All life as we know it
Lost to the void
Matter inversed
Galaxies, destroyed
Symmetry:
Limitless
Cosmic spiral:
Without end
Supertemporal,
Perpetual,
Supreme,
Eternal
All forms of life around us devolve to
Nothingness
Dematerialized matter and space
Measureless
The answers to our questions lie in
The abyss
Searching forever,
Incessant
Light abounds through the galaxy, both time and space
Reaching eternally, never erased
Dimensions fold; perception changed, matter transforms
Of our conception, much to be learned
Awakening
Inter-dimensional beings
Unable to perceive,
What we cannot see
Inexhaustible;
Incalculable power
Dimensions transform, looping through one-another
Black hole decimates all it surrounds
Always consuming, abysmal creation
Omnipresent pervasion abounds
Limited mind; invert the plane of reality
Tractable existence: what we comprehend
Inside the void: the antithesis of life
Compendious scheme
All-inclusive design
Universes entwined,
Realities combine
Unraveling it all,
Devouring, depleting space
Matter imbibed, destroying the universe
Exterminate,
Obliterate,
Extirpate,
Invalidate
The void multiplies,
Rescinding all that it finds
Abating time,
Aggregation annul
Negation,
Repudiation,
Vitiation,
Eradication
Inside the abyss
Everything and nothing exist
At the same time;
Theoretical mass
Godlike,
All-knowing,
All-seeing,
Almighty abyss
All forms of life around us devolve to
Nothingness
Dematerialized matter and space
Measureless
The answers to our questions lie in
The abyss
Searching forever,
Incessant
Light abounds through the galaxy, both time and space
Reaching eternally, never erased
Dimensions fold; perception changed, matter transforms
Of our conception, much to be learned
In a millisecond, time's frozen
Earth, not to be seen again
Never truly dying, life is absorbed
Void stretches onward, engulfing all
Forever consuming, outward
Deleting creation in every form
Universal implosion, galaxies' corrosion