Sat, 06 Jun 2026 15:08:18 +1000WeeblySun, 22 Sep 2024 21:13:24 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/not-on-my-cvIn another world
I’m the greatest thing, baby
My latest creation
On the cover of magazines
Yeah, it’s getting rough
Signing monographs daily
Acclaimed by
Venetian Biennales

(Yeah) In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
Not my CV
 
Nuh-uh
 
Major gallery
A funded commission
Further omissions
From my inventory
Never won a prize
I'm a  finalist virgin
Forever emerging
Always late on the scene
 
It’s a lean
Inventory
You won’t find me
Head-lining the show

What’s on, what’s on, what’s on my cv?
Lots of empty spots on my cv
 
I pray, some day
That I make it in a major way
Please say, please say
How much longer will I have to wait?
For that day?
 
Yet another year
Flying under the radar
Undiscovered art star
In a dying galaxy
Zero accolades,
Feeling under-curated
Distinctly un-feted
Move along, nothing here to see

On my cv
My cv
My cv
Yeah, got nothing to show
 
What’s on, what’s on, what’s on my cv?
(Oh What's my destiny?)
Lots of empty slots on my cv
(I’ve been emerging ever since my art degree)
What’s on, what’s on, what’s on my cv?
Lots of empty spots on my cv
(Sporting my cloak of invisibility)

When, oh when, oh when, will I be seen?
Will I even be shown posthumously?
Nothing to see-ee-ee

On my cv…

Dave Faulkner (Hoodoo Gurus), What's my scene?, 1987]]>Fri, 01 Dec 2023 23:34:44 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/deadlineRollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Deadline!

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Keep them presses rollin',
Gotta meet my loomin’
Deadline
 
I’ll keep the wheel a’turnin’
The midnight oil a’burnin’
A hundred hours after my bedtime
 
Thank god for ghost editions
I'll minimise impressions
The rest can wait for some other time
 
Ink ‘em up, roll ‘em up
Print ‘em up, stack ‘em up
Clean ‘em up, sign ‘em up,
Deadline
 
Mount ‘em up, frame ‘em up,
Bump ‘em in, line ‘em up,
Hang ‘em up, open up,
Deadline
 
I’m done procrastinatin’
The gallery’s a’waitin’
Director like a thorn in my side
 
Enough with the curation
Approve the invitation
Gotta make the framer by five
 
Finalise the placement
Update my artist statement
Socials are good to go online
 
Ink ‘em up, roll ‘em up
Print ‘em up, stack ‘em up
Clean ‘em up, sign ‘em up,
Deadline
 
Mount ‘em up, frame ‘em up,
Line ‘em up, hang ‘em up,
Open up, bottoms up!
Deadline.

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Gotta meet my loomin'
Deadline

Deadline!
 
 Ned Washington (lyrics), Dimitri Tiomkin (music). Rawhide, 1958]]>Mon, 13 Nov 2023 22:42:16 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/rip-it-up
Crack that lid!
Brand new tin of black
Ink up a plate.
Clear the drying rack

If the lid just won’t come off
Gotta grip it
If you haven't etched enough,
Gotta dip it
If your edges are too rough
Gonna rip it

Now slip it, into place
Line it up, get it straight
Roll forward on the bed
Pull back the blanket, check your plate
Now rip it, rip it up

When the tape is over long
Gotta snip it
If the pressure's over strong
Gonna rip it
When it's all just going wrong
Gotta nip it

I say nip it, in the bud
I say rip it, rip it up

Crack that lid!
Brand new tin of black
Ink up a plate.
Clear the drying rack.

When the lino comes your way
Better chip it
Gotta face a certain way?
Better flip it
Wanna put the screen away?
Better strip it

Now slip it into place
Line it up, get it straight
Roll forward on the bed
Pull back the blanket, check your plate
Now slip it into place
Ink it up, get it straight
Roll forward on the bed
Pull back the blanket. Nothing great?
Then rip it, rip it up

Gerald Casale & Mark Allen Mothersbaugh (Devo), Whip it, 1980.]]>Sun, 22 Oct 2023 23:19:53 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/bat-out-of-hellThe gremlins are lurking, can't get anything working
On the printmaking presses tonight
There’s a cut in my paper and a tear in the blanket
Think the pressure might be over-tight
My ink is looking spare,
Is that another hair?
Still searching for the backing sheets
I’m down on my tarlatan, running outta rags
Oh, I swear I’m like a hot plate, turned up to eleven
Starting to overheat
 
(Ooo..) Goin’ crazy tryin’a make a print where every little thing
(Ooo..) Is pure and good and right Ooo Ooo Ooo 
(Ooo..)Still a ton of revisions, before I edition,
(Ooo..) None of them are black and white
(Ooo..)Without any doubt, registration is out,
(Ooo..)The image could be better drawn,  Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo
So I gotta keep proofing, it can only get better
If I’m counting the flaws
I’ve barely just begun
 
Like a B.A.T. out of hell
Every print I’ve been pulling is wrong
I’m making micro-adjustments but whatever I’m doing is
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Like a B.A.T. out of hell
Every print I’ve been pulling is wrong
(Aah..) When the blanket’s down
(Aah..) And the wheel’s gone round
(Aah..)  And I’m holding my last proof oo-oo-oo
Like a beginner before the worst print ever
I’ll be ripping up this one too
 
I’m cranking up the presses just as hard as I can
I’m determined, gonna get one right
Trying every plate in every orientation
And bumping up the opaque white
But nothing here to show, still no good to go
And every proof has bitten the dust
And nothing’s printing up and nothing’s lining up
And nothing’s looking worth the fuss
 
(Ooo..)I’ve added in a little smidge of ultramarine,
(Ooo..)Tried a little cobalt too.
(Ooo..)But I’d rather be damned, you know I’m gonna be damned Ooo-oo-oo-oo
(Ooo..)If I’m adding in the Prussian blue
Well, I’d rather be damned, you know I’m gonna be damned,
If I’m adding in the Prussian blue
Well, I’d rather be damned, you know I’m gonna be damned,
Rather be damned, you know I’m gonna be damned,
Rather be damned, you know I’m gonna be damned,
If I’m adding in the Prussian,
Adding in the Prussian,
Adding in the Prussian blue
 
Goin’ crazy tryin’a make a print where every little thing
Is pure and good and right
Still a ton of revisions, before I edition,
None of them are black and white
Still not any doubt, registration is out, 
Still looking like a pile of dung,
So I gotta keep proofing, it can only get better
Gotta sort out the flaws
Before I see the sun
 
Like a B.A.T. out of hell
Every print I’ve been pulling is wrong
I’m making micro-adjustments but whatever I’m doing is
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Like a B.A.T. out of hell
Every print I’ve been pulling is wrong
(Aah..) When the blanket’s down
(Aah..) And the wheel’s gone round
(Aah..) And I’m holding my last proof oo-oo-oo
Like a beginner before the worst print ever
I’ll be ripping up this one too

Like a beginner before the worst print ever
I’ll be ripping up this one too
 
Well, I can see myself, tearing out my hair
After
Peeling back to find another dud
And I’ve under-etched and I’ve over-wiped
And tried fifty-seven different ways to ink up my plates
But I still can't pull a good proof
Every time I lift the blanket, damn! there's another mistake.
 
Every time I lift the blanket, damn! yet another mistake.
 
(Ooo..) And I’m down to the bottom of my 55981 
(Ooo..) Torn my paper, every single last sheet is gone
(Aah... )But I think somebody somewhere must have cast a spell
Cause the last proof I pull is a thing
Of beauty
It’s a print of perfection, in every way
It’s a hellava B.A.T.
 
And I’m scraping the bottom of my 55981
Torn my paper, every single last sheet is gone
(Ooo..) But I think somebody somewhere must have cast a spell
Cause the last proof I pull is a thing
Of beauty, of beauty
It’s a print of perfection, in every way
It’s a hellava B.A.T.
Oh, it’s a hellava B.A.T.
Oh, it’s a hellava B.A.T.
Oh, like a B.A.T. out of hell (As a new day dawns I can finally print my run)
Oh, like a B.A.T. out of hell (Only just begun, yeah I still gotta print my run)
Oh, like a B.A.T. out of hell
Ooo...

Meatloaf & Jim Steinman, Bat Out of Hell, 1977]]>Tue, 03 Oct 2023 11:10:08 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/baldessin-mashE Am C7

Sometimes, there’s a voice in your head
Says you gotta get out, somewhere better instead
It’s time to print, you’re just not able
You need more space, you need more tables
In a workshop in a mud brick town
With gums and wallabies all around
Roller on ink the only sound
In a studio in a mud brick town
 
Last stop on the Hurstbridge Line
I’m heading out to Baldessin
Last stop on the Hurstbridge Line
I’m heading out to
 
F.                      Bb  C7   F
Baldessin, oh Baldessin,
F                        F7              Bb        Gm7 
I can hear Tess Edwards calling
C7    F.                           Bb.      Bb Am Gm
Silvi sets the presses rolling
C.           Dm
Get my printing done
Here at
 
Baldessin
 
Saturday market, chattering voices
So many chais so many choices
Classic? Spice? Mug? Pot?
Which one have you got?
Have you had it, do you drink it
If so, how often
Which do you choose
The cow or soy option?
(The powder or tea?)
 
Last stop on the Hurstbridge Line
I’m heading out to Baldessin
Last stop on the Hurstbridge Line
I’m heading out to
 
Baldessin, oh Baldessin,
Got a workshop to be doing
Silvi gets the coffee brewin’
Crank up the Albion
Here at
 
Baldessin
Baldessin
 
Aaaaa…
Aaaaa…
Aaaaa…
Aaaaa…
 A.                                       B.      A.         B
And it’s always been my fantasy
C#m                                         B.             A
Win a fellowship from the State Library
A                                B             E
Saving money with my own sheets
                    B.       A
In a garret in the sun
Here at
​D Eb E
Baldessin
 
Barbie Kjar is bringing it home
Mokulito on wood not stone
Photogravure’s
Not just a fad
Check out Lloyd’s bromilliads
Holy Moses! A kangaroo!
Drop my pizza from a Boy Named Sue
(with double vegan cheese!)
 
Last stop on the Hurstbridge Line
I’m heading out to Baldessin
Last stop on the Hurstbridge Line
I’m heading out to
 
Baldessin, oh Baldessin,
Where I feel the Enjay sighing
Where my latest prints are drying
                    Dm             C.                Bb.          Am.       Gm
Where the ghost of George still walks among the gums
​Gm A D
At Baldessin
 
At Baldessin

 

Neil Tennant & Chris Lowe (Pet Shop Boys), West End Girls, 1986
Jimmy Webb (for Glen Campbell), Galveston, 1969

]]>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 05:20:26 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/good-to-pullEtienne, Sophie, Julie & Jazmina, Ladies

Good to pull
Good to pull
 
Ooh, Bon à Tirer, Bon à Tirer
Ooh, Bon à Tirer, bo-Bon à Tirer
Good to pull
Want it like this
Good to pull
Get it like this
 
Ow! Rollin'!
Press Gangster here
P, P, P, P P Press Gangster here
P-P-P-P, P Press Gangster here
Press Gangster, Press Gangster, Press Gangster here
Press Gang-sters  Press Gangster here
 
Now, now, now, wait a minute y'all
This ain't no place for premature editions
Only the good to go
So all you print mothers, get your press into gear
Yeah, good to pull
 
Press Gangsters here, we’re stopping the press
Don’t want no second best
Sort out your etches and grooves, you gotta pass the test
C’mon, we’re takin it slow till you show
You’ve met the standards of the artist and you’re good to go
 
Now proof it
Bon à Tirer
Yeah, B.A.T.
Bon à Tirer French for good to pull
Bon à Tirer  lookin’ good
Bon à Tirer  It’s lookin’ real good
Ow!
Lookin’ good
Ooh, Bon à Tirer, Bon à Tirer
Ooh, Bon à Tirer, ba-Bon à Tirer
 
Yo, yo, yo, yo, printing tech
Yeah, you! Ease up on the resist
If you aint feeling the French, there's RTP on the list
It stands for Ready to Print, Still means that it’s looking good
Now print it
Cause it’s lookin’ good
It's looking real good
 
Get it like this
Want it like this
Print it like this
Print it!
 
Oi! Enough of all this proofin’
I’m good to go
Let’s get those presses rolling
Bon à Tirer
Bon à Tirer
Bon à Tirer
Ba-Bon à Tirer
 
Oi! Enough of all this proofin’
I’m good to go
Get my edition flowin’
Bon à Tirer
Bon à Tirer
Bon à Tirer
Ba-Bon à Tirer
 
Ah
P-P-P-Pull it, Pull it
Pull it
P-P-P-Pull it, Pull it
Pull it

Hurby Azor & Ray Davies (for Salt 'N' Pepa), Push it, 1987]]>Wed, 27 Sep 2023 21:59:27 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/speedballDon’t know which way the cards will fall
Rolling up, in black
Or wiping it back?
 
Can’t figure out which way to go
Relief prints or intaglio?
 
Gamblin? Graphic Chemicals?
Cranfield? Charbonelle? Speedball?
Water-based or oil-based?
Oil-based or water-based?
 
Can’t figure out which way to go
Multi-plate or monochrome?
 
I can’t decide which end I prefer
The scraper or the burnisher?
 
Positive or negative?
Negative or positive?
Schminke? Caligo? Speedball?
Derivan? Graphic Chemicals?
 
Don’t know which way the cards will fall
Rolling up, in black
Or wiping it back?
 
I can’t decide which end I prefer
The scraper or the burnisher?
 
Cranfield? Graphic Chemicals?
Gamblin? Charbonelle? Speedball?
Water-based or oil-based?
Oil-based or water-based?

The Breeders, Cannonball, 1993]]>Wed, 20 Sep 2023 23:30:53 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/corridors-of-art-school*Concept by Martin King

Playin' cool
Wanna rule, the
Corridors of Art School
Come the day I’ve found my way
Down the corridors of Art School

I fell in love on Open Day
                                                            Mind-blowing displays
The presses took my breath away
                                                            Bright shiny Enjays
The inks are calling. Must obey!
                                                            Why stand in their way?
Yeah, sign me up for my BA

Got my roulette
Gonna roll
Corridors of Art School
Rockin' plates this sunny day
Down the corridors of Art School

Which print elective? Cannot choose
                                                                                   Don't know what to do
So many presses yet to use
                                                                                   Don't know what to choose
I’m sorry, can’t come out to play
                                                                                   Don't party 'till two
Got four assignments due today
 
Outa time and
Low on fuel
Corridors of Art School
Anybody seen my etching tool?
Down the corridors of Art School
 
Can’t hit the town
(Don’t hit the town)
I'm on hard ground
(You're on hard ground)
Bum up, head down
(Bum up, head down)
 
‘Nother essay
Overdue
Corridors of Art School
Gone and lost my etching tool
Down the corridors of Art School

Playin' cool
Wanna rule, the
Corridors of Art School
Makin’ waves in the talent pool
Down the corridors of Art School
 
Grant McLennan (Go Betweens), Streets of Your Town, 1988


]]>Sun, 06 Aug 2023 09:11:29 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/i-blame-graeme-peeblesRocking, flick of the wrist yeah
Rocking, there isn't a trick yeah
Rocking, won't happen by magic
Baby
You can never do enough of it
 
Rocking, forwards and back, keep
Bm
rocking, for velvety blacks oh
E                     Db
Baby, I’ve just gotta keep a’rocking it
F#                                 B
Don’t stop a’rocking it now
 
Don’t stop the rocking,
gotta keep a’rocking,
don’t stop a’rocking now
 
F#
I have never been shy
Dbm
When it comes to intaglio
                                            Amb
Thought I’d give it a try  
 
E                               Ebm            D
All day rocking from left to right
E                               Ebm                   Db  B  Db
Rocking diagonally overnight
E                               Ebm          
Top to bottom through a new sun rise
            Dbm             B                   A                  B
Then start again, start again, start again
 
Oh Baby
Rocking, in every direction
Rocking, cross every section
‘Till I, get zero reflection
Then I
I get to do it all again
 
 
Rocking, all night and all day now
Rocking, in every which way
God damn it, still only prints grey
When will I
Get to start burnishing?
Wanna start burnishing now
 
Don’t stop the rocking
Just gotta keep a’rocking
Never stop a’rocking, now
 
I really wanted to see
A glorious chiaroscuro
But it wasn’t to be
 
I got tennis elbow and I’m going blind
Pins and needles down my left side
Scoliosis and RSI
At twenty-five, twenty-five, twenty-five
 
Oh Baby
Maybe, this wasn’t so clever
Feels like, I’ve been rocking for ever
Now I, wish that I’d never
Started
Oh I should have aquatinted it
 
Stuff this, I’m calling it quits
I’ve had it, and I can’t feel my wrists
From rocking, whose idea was this?
Oh baby,
I blame Graeme Peebles
I blame Graeme Peebles
 
Rocking, wish I knew the trick of
Rocking, it's really the pits yeah
Rocking, it’s mezzotint madness
Baby
And I blame Graeme Peebles
I blame Graeme Peebles I do
 
So sick of rocking,
Had enough of rocking
I never wanna rock again
 
Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Anderson, Rock Me, 1974]]>Sun, 06 Aug 2023 09:08:21 GMThttps://www.jazminacininas.com/lyrics/release-the-greaseAh, wash out!
Release, the grease
Wash out!
Ah, wash out!
Release, the grease
Wash out!
 
We’re here to get down with planography
Been around since the eighteenth century
In the Kingdom of Bavaria
Lived Alois Senefelder
Outta paper, so he wrote it on a stone
And voila! Lithography was born
Hydrophobic!
Yeah hydrophilic too
Immiscibility is gonna rule!
 
Ah, wash out!
Release, the grease
Wash out!
 
Got my stone, gonna grind it down
Levigator, spinning all around
I’ll level it, with 80 grit
Time to get intimate with the graining sink
Feel the pressure, testing for a wedge
Eliminating hollows, filing down the edge
Waxy crayon! Look out oily tousche
Grab the gum arabic, I’m cutting loose!
 
Ah, wash out!
Release, the grease
Wash out!
 
Release!
 
Yeah, release!
 
The grease!
 
Oil and water were never meant to mix
Hope the theory holds or else I’m in a fix
Three Hail Marys! Can you feel the fear?
Washed my image out. Oh God, please reappear!
Lube up the tympan, lower down the bar
Got my sponge, got my nitric in a jar
Ease the pressure! Don’t want my stone to crack
Done my second etch. No turning back!
 
Ah, wash out!
Release, the grease
Wash out!
Ah, wash out!
Release, the grease
Wash out!

Chic, Le freak, 1978]]>