Hati Ke Hati (Heart to Heart) is an album produced in Indonesia and Australia, combining Contemporary Music and Traditional Javanese Gamelan. Its inspiration is drawn from a continuing dialogue, between Western and Eastern cultures and styles of music. Hence the title of this album which describes the essence of this dialogue - one that is found in its expression of what is true in the hearts of all, while still celebrating the difference and beauty of our respective cultures.

SONGS

1. There's Nothing There   2. Black February   3. Six Degrees Of Separation

4. Stealing Heaven   5. Garbage Man 6-9. (Acoustic versions)

MUSICIANS

Ned Branchi, - Original Composition, Lyrics, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Lead Guitar.

Hari Tito - Arrangement, Traditonal Gamelan, Piano.

Budi Panuntun - Saron, Traditional Instrumemts.

Fajar Agung Pambudi - Saron, Traditional Instruments, vocals.

Gepeng Wahyudi - Cello, Traditonal Instruments.

Henock Santoso - Piano and keyboards

Bergas Tanjung Iswara - Trumpet

Erwin Suryajaya - Bass Guitar.

Adrian Adriansyah - Drums

 CREDITS

Produced by Ned Branchi

Songs 1-3, Engineered and Mastered by Mas Felix, Mas Prass and Pak Ting

at Blass Studios, Yogyakarta, Indonesia, 2010.

'Garbage Man' Engineered and Mastered by Wisnu "Jahat"

at Elssy Studio, Yogyakarta, Indonesia 2009

'Acoustic Versions' Engineered & Mastered by Tim Millikan

at The Loft Studio, Victoria, Australia

All songs remastered by James "Oysters" Kilpatrick, Australia, 2010

Front Cover, Original Artwork by Heodinni Kandhihawa

CD Design & Detail by Ned Branchi

All rights reserved Ned Branchi © 2010

LYRICS 

THERE'S NOTHING THERE

THIS IS HOW WE DREAM OUR LIVES MY FRIEND
LOOK WHAT IT BRINGS YOU IN THE END
A MOUND OF DUST A PILE OF ROCKS
KEEPS YOU DREAMING
YOU NEVER DID BELIEVE THAT IT WAS TRUE
YOU'D BEEN DECEIVED SOMEHOW YOU KNEW
BY THIS MIRAGE THIS BARRAGE OF DECEPTION
THAT BINDS YOU LIKE A SLAVE TO A MACHINE
AND THOUGH THERE'S NO ESCAPE
YOU KNOW I FINALLY FOUND MY FREEDOM
IN THIS PRISON CELL
THAT JUST DISSOLVES AROUND ME
EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE YOU FACE
YOU ERASE MY PAIN 
LIKE A GENTLE SUMMER RAIN
I'M NO LONGER HERE
YOUR NO LONGER HERE
WE JUST DISAPPEAR
INTO THE AIR THERE'S NOTHING THERE
THERE'S NOTHING THERE
EVERYTHING'S HERE

THIS IS WHAT WE DREAM FOR MY FRIEND
FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END
THROUGH BROKEN SKIES AND BLINDED EYES
TRIED TO SEE YOU
LOVE IS JUST ANOTHER WORD YOU USE
YOU NEVER DID BELIEVE IT WAS TRUE
IT'S JUST A REFLECTION
THAT BINDS ME LIKE A SLAVE TO MY DREAMS
AND THOUGH THERE IS NO HAPPINESS
I FINALLY FIND MY FREEDOM
IN THIS PRISON CELL
THAT JUST DISSOLVES AROUND ME
EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE YOU FACE
YOU ERASE MY PAIN 
LIKE A GENTLE SUMMER RAIN
I'M NO LONGER THERE
YOUR NO LONGER THERE
WE NO LONGER CARE
WE JUST DISAPPEAR
INTO THE AIR THERE'S NOTHING THERE
THERE'S NOTHING THERE
EVERYTHING'S HERE

BLACK FEBRUARY

Our blackest days we’ll say, Victoria's ablaze
And I’m helpless in it’s gaze
So many taken by the flames
So many homes razed to the ground
We give thanks for the brave,
We will weep at the graves 
Of the fallen
Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters,
Never seen again
We all feel the pain
From the Fires of February
Our blackest days we’ll say, Victoria's ablaze
We’ll rebuild again
But the fire’s taken everything 
And it’ll never be the same 
It’s a shame to think someone is to blame
We will remember, no we won’t forget
The fires of February
We give thanks for the saved, 
We will weep at the graves 
Of the fallen,
Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters,
Never seen again
We all feel the pain
From the Fires of February, Black February

SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION

SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
BETWEEN ME AND YOU
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
ITS ALL I CAN DO
TO BE NEARER CLOSER TO YOU
LIKE A PAIR OF FEET LOOKING FOR SOME SHOES
LIKE A CABLE RUNNING THROUGH A HUMAN STEW
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
BETWEEN ME AND YOU
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
ITS ALL I CAN DO
IS TO BE THIS THEORY'S FOOL
ITS APOTHECARY TOO
TO ESCAPE THE DEPTHS OF LONELINESS
IN MY QUEST FOR YOU BY
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
BETWEEN ME AND YOU
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
ITS ALL I CAN DO
IN THE ANNALS OF ANTHROPOLOGY
I PLUNDER OUR URBAN MYTHOLOGIES
AND I KNOW THAT ITS NOTHING 
TO DO WITH HEAVEN
THE DEGREE OF SEPARATION 
WOULD HAVE TO BE SEVEN 

SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
BETWEEN ME AND YOU
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
ITS ALL I CAN DO
IS TO BE THIS THEORY'S FOOL
ITS APOTHECARY TOO
AND THE INSEPARABLE IS IN QUESTION
BUT NOT PROVED BY
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
BETWEEN ME AND YOU
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION
ITS ALL I CAN DO
ITS LIKE A CANDY FOR MY MIND
THE WAY THAT I STILL TRY TO FIND YOU
AND IT SEEMS SO CRUEL 
SO UNKIND TOO
BUT THE CRUELTY LIES 
IN THE MIND THAT STILL TRIES
TO FIND YOU!

STEALING HEAVEN

HEAVEN KNOWS 
YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND
HEAVEN KNOWS
MY HEART HAS SEEN BETTER TIMES
HEAVEN KNOWS 
HOW I HAVE WASTED MY LIFE
HEAVEN KNOWS
I'VE WAITED ALL THIS TIME
TO BE STEALING HEAVEN

HEAVEN KNOWS 
WHY THESE ANGELS CRY
HEAVEN KNOWS 
THAT HEAVEN IS A LIE
HEAVEN KNOWS 
THAT HELL IS A STATE OF MIND
STEALING HEAVEN

HEAVEN KNOWS
I'VE BEEN STEALING HEAVEN FROM THE SKY
HEAVEN KNOWS 
I'VE BEEN STEALING HEAVEN FROM YOUR EYES
HEAVEN KNOWS 
I'VE BEEN STEALING THE STARS FROM THE SKY
I'VE BEEN STEALING HEAVEN

GARBAGE MAN

GARBAGE MAN, I AM WHAT I AM
WITH EMPTY HANDS, IN THE GARBAGE CAN.
SOLID WATERS, FROM SEA TO SEA
A NAKED BODY, A GALLERY
GARBAGE MAN, I AM WHAT I AM
WITH EMPTY HANDS, IN THE GARBAGE CAN.
A RAPE VICTIM, SO ARE YOU
ALL THROWN AWAY, NOTHING USED
A MUSEUM OF THE UNWORTHY
A PRAYER TO THE GOD OF GARBAGE
GARBAGE MAN, I AM WHAT I AM
WITH EMPTY HANDS, IN THE GARBAGE CAN.
A LOVE SONG, A BABY'S CRY
A FLOODED HOME, A BLINDED EYE
A MAUSOLEUM, AN EMPTY GRAVE
A HYMN TO THE GHOST OF GARBAGE
GARBAGE MAN, I AM WHAT I AM
WITH EMPTY HANDS, IN THE GARBAGE CAN.
GARBAGE MAN, I AM WHAT I AM
WITH EMPTY HANDS, IN THE GARBAGE CAN.