JAZMINA CININAS

(I’m) ready for editioning, editioning
Gotta get it over the line, you know? But
Someone’s left a mess again, a mess again
Studio is covered in grime all over
 
Never clean it up, what a grot! Ink all over the blanket
Missed a spot, gettin’ hot
Under the collar now
 
Why, why? My, my, my, wooh!
M-m-m-mucky roller
 
Can’t read the label on the tin, even a hint
Underneath a layer of green, all over
You’d reckon that it was a sin, to use a bin
Where the hell’s this spatula been,
Moreover?
 
You never clean it up, such a grot, ink all over the blanket
Missed a spot, gettin’ hot
Under the collar now
 
Why, why? My, my, my, Wooh!
M-m-m-mucky roller
M-m-m-mucky roller
 
Lead break
 
When I open up the ink, why is it pink?
Looking like the scene of a crime. You know,
There’s something with a mighty stink, beneath the sink
The universe is sending a sign, to go

Never clean it up, such a grot,
Ink all over the blanket
Missed a spot, gettin’ hot
Under the collar now

Why, why, why, why why? Wooh!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, my my, Wooh!,
M-m-m-mucky roller
M-m-m-mucky roller
M-m-m-mucky roller
M-m-m-mucky roller
 
Ooooh, Why? Mucky roller
Ooooh, Why? Mucky roller
Ooooh, Why? Mucky roller

Berton Averre & Doug Fieger (The Knack), My Sharona, 1979

My workshop brings beginners on board
Cause my prints are better than yours
Damn right, they’re better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
My workshop gets more punters in doors
Cause my press is bigger than yours
Damn right, it’s better than yours
You can use it, but I have to charge
 
I know you wanna
Learn all my secrets
Unveil my mysteries
But talent can’t be bought
You must perfect the art
Come on, let’s start!
 
La-la-la-la-la
Warm it up
La-la-la-la-la
The plates a’heatin
La-la-la-la-la
Roll it up
La-la-la-la-la
Got my backing sheet

My workshop brings beginners on board
Cause my tool is sharper than yours
Damn right, it’s better than yours
You can use it, but I have to charge
My workshop gets more punters in doors
Cause my black is deeper than yours
Damn right, more even than yours
I can teach you but I have to charge

You know I’m gonna
Make it look easy       
Techniques you won’t believe
The way I wipe
Will blow your mind
Now stand in line
   
La-la-la-la-la
Speed it up
La-la-la-la-la
The class is waitin’
La-la-la-la-la
Ink it up
La-la-la-la-la
Got my paper soakin’
 
My workshop brings beginners on board
Cause my rack is bigger than yours
Damn right, it’s better than yours
You can use it, but I have to charge
My workshop gets more punters in doors
Cause my edge is cleaner than yours
Damn right, it’s better than yours
I can teach you but I have to charge
 
Oh, now you’ve been inducted
Make sure you look this way
Give me your full attention
My every word obey
Maintain an even pressure
Same time maintain your cool
Follow the golden rule
Hand behind your tool!
 
La-la-la-la-la
Roll it up
La-la-la-la-la
Even application
La-la-la-la-la
Line it up
La-la-la-la-la
Check out my registration
 
My workshop brings beginners on board
Cause my press is bigger than yours
Damn right, it’s better than yours
You can use it, but I have to charge
My workshop gets more punters in doors
Cause my prints are better than yours
Damn right, they’re better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge
 
Cancelled?
What do you mean, no bookings?
They’re doing Rona’s workshop instead?
Oh, for god’s sake!

Pharrell Williams & Chad Hugo, Milkshake, 2003

Julie, Chorus, Julie & Chorus
 
Mayo, Mayo
Deadline looming gotta learn to screen print
May, I say May, I say Oh, I say May, I say Oh, I say
Mayo
Deadline looming show me how to screen print
 
Booked the gallery the pressure’s on
Deadline looming gotta learn to screen print
I need you Rebecca, show me how it’s done
Deadline looming wish that I could screen print
 
Help me Rebecca with my colour separation
Deadline looming and I need to screen print
How many dots per inch to get the right gradation?
Deadline looming show me how to screen print
 
Is it one colour, two colour, three colour, four?
Deadline looming and I need to screen print
Six colour, eight colour, ten colour, more?
Deadline looming show me how to screen print
 
May, I say Mayo
Got my squeegee and I wanna screen print
May, I say May, I say Oh, I say May
Makes it look easy show me how to screen print
 
Help me Rebecca cause I’m losing my composure
Deadline looming and I need to screen print
I need me your secret for determining exposure
Deadline looming show me how to screen print
 
Is it one minute, two minute, three minute, four?
Deadline looming gotta learn to screen print
Six minute, eight minute, ten minute, more?
Deadline looming show me how to screen print
 
Mayo, Mayo
Got my squeegee and I wanna screen print
May, I say Mayo
Makes it look easy show me how to screen print
 
Show me Rebecca, work your magic with emulsion
Deadline looming and I need to screen print
I can’t get your angle or your smooth flowing motion
Deadline looming show me how to screen print
 
Mayo, Mayo
Deadline looming and I need to screen print
May, I say May, I say Oh, I say May, I say Oh, I say
Mayo
Deadline looming show me how to screen print


Harry Belafonte, Banana Boat Song, 1956

He grinds it slow with 60 grit
His scraper bar’s just the right fit
Knows his way ‘round gum Arabic
The perfect squeeze of the nitric

God of, god of lithography
King of, king of lithography
God of, god of lithography
Lithography

Six foot two and so good lookin’
Had a studio in Brooklyn
The asphaltum's gettin' sweeter
Think I’ve got a crush on Peter,
Really moves his levigator
Yeah I’ve got a crush on Peter

Hey!
Hey!

He’ll let it etch just long enough
Gets talcum when he needs to buff
You’re in safe hands he won’t forget
To roll it up and keep it wet

God of, god of lithography
King of, king of lithography
God of, god of lithography
Lithography
​
Six foot two and so good lookin’
Had a studio in Brooklyn
Likes to take it, nice and easy
So he’s buggered off to Fiji
Never fills in, no excuses
He’s a miracle of tusches
Really moves his levigator
Yeah I’ve got a crush on Peter
Lancaster, Lancaster, Lancaster, Lancaster

​
Nirvana, Smells like teen spirit, 1991

Turpentine
And the breathing ain’t easy
Eyes a’burning
And my skin is so dry
I’ve got an itch
Over half my body
My mind is a’hazy
On a solvent high

​One of these mornings
I’m gonna wake up wheezing
Organic vapours
They’re the reason why
Acetone and
Methylated spirits
I’ve got my inhaler
Standin’ by
​
Turpentine
And the breathing ain’t easy
Eyes a’burning
And my skin is so dry
I’ve got an itch
Over half my body
My mind is a’hazy
On a solvent high

George Gershwin, Summertime, 1934

If I’ve entered once, I've entered twice
But I always get the same advice
“While we thank you for your entry fee,
This won’t be going on your cv”

And I got rejected last time
Becoming quite a pastime
Damn elusive print prize
It’s always no, no go, oh no

Wanna develop professionally
Can I have a funded residency?
Put my application in today
Dreamin’ of a printing holiday

But I get the standard letter
"You're gonna have to go one better
Don’t start packing yet, cause
It’s still no, no go, no go”

​And I got rejected last time
Becoming quite a pastime
Damn elusive print prize
It’s always no, no go, oh no

Another knock back, there’s no doubt
Got no friends in my bank account
My studio back-rent keeps on mounting
Why didn’t I take up accounting?

Well, I got rejected last time
Becoming quite a pastime
Please be yes just one time
Instead of no. No go, oh no
Cause it’s always no
It’s no go
You still say no
No no no…
​
​Mick Jagger & Keith Richards, The Last Time, 1965

I’ve got something to say that might cause you pain
I’m afraid you’re gonna have to ink that up again

You’ve gotta keep your hand flat
When you wipe back
(You’ve gotta keep it flat when you wipe back)
‘Cause I’ve told you before
Ooo, you can’t print that

Used relief when it should have been intaglio ink
Now your paper is sticking
Tell me, what were you thinking?

Gotta keep your hand flat
When you wipe back
(You’ve gotta keep it flat when you wipe back)
‘Cause I’ve told you before
Ooo, you can’t print that

Wipe your edges clean
Is that a fingerprint from your glove?
How long has it been
Since your paper was wet?
What? Not soaking it yet?

​I can tell by the CLUNK that the pressure’s too tight
You’ll rip a hole in the blanket if you don’t set it right

You’ve gotta keep your hand flat,
When you wipe back
(You’ve gotta keep it flat when you wipe back)
‘Cause I’ve told you before
Ooo, you can’t print that

Ooo, you can’t print that…

Keep your paper clean
Is that a fingerprint from your glove?
Don’t wanna cause a scene
But just by the way
You’ve got ink on your face!

So please listen to me for the very last time
You call that editioning? I call it a crime.

You gotta keep your hand flat,
When you wipe back
(You’ve gotta keep it flat when you wipe back)
‘Cause I’ve told you before
Ooo, you can’t print that . . .

​John Lennon (Beatles), You can’t do that, 1964

I’ve been drawing for a lifetime
Done a course at CAE
I have dabbled with some drypoint
Time to get me my degree
If I make it through my interview
Then I’m gonna try with all my might
To get more than a credit
Set the printing world aflame
Better sign me up for Open Bite!

Now it’s the end of February
And the academic year has started
I wanna go to RMIT
I wanna go to RMIT

Wanna get my education
In an old undies factory
Using printing apparatus
From a forgotten century
And if sometimes I don’t know what to do
And I need some ink
We’re running low on blue
Or a press needing setting
There’s a tech not far away
In the office by the gender-neutral loo

​Now it’s the end of February
And the academic year has started
I wanna go to RMIT
I wanna go to RMIT

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

I wanna go to RMIT
I wanna go to RMIT
And it’s okay
When
There’s no milk for my tea
Cause best of all
It’s right
Across from ALDI
Yeah, best of all
It’s right
Across from ALDI

I wanna go to RMIT


Hunters&Collectors, Throw Your Arms Around Me, 1984

I wanna be a star, mama
Of the printmaking firmament,
So I jumped into my car, mama
And I bought myself a roll, of the best linoleum

Well I sharpened up my tools, mama
So I could make a print like Rew’s
But they won’t obey the rules, mama
They’re going off in all directions, and it
looks like number twos

Give me a sign oh won’t ya, mama
Will I ever make the cut?
Pour me a wine oh won’t ya, mama
I’m almost ready to give up

Thought I'd change it up a gear, mama
I hear reduction's all the trend
But I've been printing half a year, mama,
And still there's no sight of the end

Maybe I need a lighter touch, mama
I wanted this bit to be black
But then I slipped and cut too much, mama
And now I’ll never get it back

​I’m going psycho ain’t I, mama?
It’s caused me nothing else but grief
I blame the lino on it, mama
How the hell is this ‘relief’?

Well I'm filling up with doubt, mama
And my ink is full of crud
And my registration's out, mama
And I've just pulled another dud

I’ve got a band aid on each thumb, mama
Lost me a pint of blood, or three
And my arms are going numb, mama
Now my carpel is a’tunneled, and my back is killing me

I’m going psycho ain’t I, mama?
Don’t think I’ll ever make the cut
I blame it on the lino, mama
Oh mama, why don’t I just give up?

​Leon Payne, Psycho, 1968

I met her at a gallery in Collingwood
Where they serve champagne and some rather good Cambonzola
Z-O-L-A zola
She limped up to me with a
cheeky grin
Had her leg in a cast from kickboxing
In Altona
Unless I heard wrong?
Maybe it was Werribee?
 
She asked “Do you wanna do a folio
With an animal theme and a travelling show
in October?
Said I’d think it over
But I know that the moment she hands me a badge
Of a nautical seagull puffing on a fag
I’m a goner,
I can’t deny Rona,
Ro ro ro ro  Rona
 
With her tattooed pets and sharpie hair
I’m seeing Rona everywhere
Tell me, what is it about this girl from Geelong
And her fringe-dwelling misfits that just wanna belong?
 
It’s insane to edition to sixty-four
But when she asks me the question I say “Of course!’ to my Rona
R-O-N-A Rona Ro ro ro ro Rona
Rona R-O-N-A Rona, Ro ro ro ro Rona
 
I slaved every day, From dusk until dawn, I slept on the floor, I can’t feel my knees!
Rona can I have an extension please?
 
A fortnight to go and the nightmares begin
Seeing visions of amputees in animal skins made by Rona
Wont leave me alone 
Reprobate cats with Soviet tatts
Head hunting Dalmations
What’s up with that?
Tell me Rona,
A dodgy persona?

At the point where I start to loose my hair
I remember the flippin’ questionnaire
As I’m tearing the tissue paper to the same size
I’m haunted by lagamorphs with Aaron’s eyes

Finally handing my folio in
It’s another print prize she’s beaten me again! Bloody Rona,
R-O-N-A Rona, Ro ro ro ro Rona
Rona, R-O-N-A Rona, ro ro ro ro Rona…

Ray Davies (The Kinks), Lola, 1970