Nods to De Bergerac and Bacharach and songs about the morning after – ANGIE HART guides us through her second solo album, 'Eat My Shadow'.

‘There's Nothing Wrong With You’

This began as a letter to a friend, but like all the songs I think I am writing about someone else, it ended up being about me. It's like buying a gift for someone because really, you would like to receive something like that yourself. So, I guess I am telling myself to be more compassionate about who I can't help but be.

‘I'm Afraid Of Fridays’

I wrote some pretty dark drinking songs on the last album, when I was struggling with some demons. It thrills me to no end to be able to counter that on this effort with a wry smile in that direction. Maybe I am finally learning to take myself a little less seriously.

‘Nullarbor Plain’

I admire anyone that can retain a childlike fascination about falling in love. It's still hard to watch someone else go in unarmed and come out scarred. Sometimes the only cure is a long drive across the desert.

‘Funny Guy’

An ever so slight nod to the story of Cyrano De Bergerac and Burt Bacharach (Cyrano De Bacharach?). Once again, a song I wrote as a love letter to someone about self-acceptance, that really begged me to ask, was the message for them or myself?

“It never ceases to amuse me how we all fall in love to the aroma of death breath and the tune of blocked sinuses on the adjacent pillow. We humans are truly amazing creatures.”

‘Delicate’

I love using mundane objects as imagery to the intangible. Love is a delicate thing. Its success sometimes seems to hang on the simplest things, like cooking a roast dinner for your work-weary amour being in its favour, or spontaneously hanging your favourite Chagall to surprise your hard-working corazon when he arrives home having the opposite effect.

‘Ask’

Evil Angie. Or a handbook on how friendships can go awfully wrong. A song of shame.

‘I Lead When We Dance’

I guess this is my “difficult woman” song. I can be a real pain in arse sometimes, but can't we all? Do I hear crickets?

‘Simple’

Can it really be this simple? Nothing good ever came for free and one-night stands are no exception. It'd be nice if they were.

‘Glitter’

My “morning after” song, which was appropriately recorded in the morning, although not the morning described in the lyrics, “Tomorrow in the morning/When you find out I'm boring/The champagne's flat/I'm snoring.” It never ceases to amuse me how we all fall in love to the aroma of death breath and the tune of blocked sinuses on the adjacent pillow. We humans are truly amazing creatures.

‘Dark Days Over’

Is there a cure for not growing up? Although I seem to be asking for one, I hope researchers in brightly lit basement labs around the world are stumped. Sometimes I disgust myself.

‘Little Bridges’

I'd love to be able to say that I never gossip and don't enjoy it, but sometimes it's like dark chocolate and you just want to break off one more little corner before you put it to bed. The guilty feeling I get should be karma enough. The truth is, that you don't always get to be the one talking the trash. Invariably the trash will be taken out on you.

‘When You Sleep’

Pillow talk, and then some. An awkward love song about the things we can't control. Wait, I see a pattern here. What's the album called again? Eat My Shadow? I recommend you try it.

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Eat My Shadow is out now on ABC Music. To celebrate its launch Hart will embark on an east-coast tour this month. Dates here.