1. |
Song About A Boy
03:49
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I hate when you say my full name
Because every time it’s like I’m in trouble again
Hope we’re still friends
And it’s neither of our faults that the feelings I’d find
We’re under my nose the entire fucking time
Well that’d be right
You rubbed my back under my shirt to say
“This is probably not a good idea”
I face the wall and laugh, “no worries mate
I’ve been sleeping alone for years.”
And now we talk through mutual friends
And I’m still so unsure how I feel about this
We met we found some common ground
Over sounds we make and I really fell for it
And I know that we’ve made this awkward
But you’ve learned the burning children in us are forward
We made an uncalculated risk
So let’s just leave this lying where it is
Our pupils were dilated we were captivated
Fixated with something that I forget
In some tent
Hunting through our mates grog, the weather was hot
We were doing lines in my car and laughing
At people passing
We watched a band you whispered in my ear
“I can’t bloody wait to watch you here”
Saw your eyes from miles away in a drugged up haze
Why was it all okay?
Can fingers blush I swear mine did
When they traced around the edges of your belt
My hands were numb, your breath ragged
And I know you knew exactly how I felt
And I know that we’ve made this awkward
But you’ve learned the burning children in us are forward
We made an uncalculated risk
So let’s just leave this lying where it is
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2. |
R.E.G.O
02:59
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i say admit your a masochist
pretend you don't exist
we both know you're too awake to go home like this
go to the doctor
you stressed your mum out
don't disappoint her again
it's been 3 months now
I'm waiting at your work
we'll take the backstreets home
so you can smoke a second cigarette
feel it like a warm breeze on our backs
haven't you always wanted to feel like that?
our parents raised us
believing in love
mine stuck it out
yours gave it up
but which was better?
my regos overdue
my green slip too
you'll have to walk home but i'll have a rollie waiting for you
on the back stairs
We'll take them up the hill
we'll yell into the wind
we'll shake hands in our fake wedding rings
feel it like a warm breeze on our backs
haven't you always wanted to feel like that
haven't you always
haven't you always
feel it like a warm breeze on our backs
haven't you always wanted to feel like that
haven't you always
haven't you always
she says she's a masochist
she says she don't exist
haven't you always wanted to feel like that?
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3. |
Kitchen
04:53
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I woke up and you were in the kitchen
Our mates were over and you were working on fixing
All of their problems that mostly start from drinking
Those orange curtains sure bring out the blush in your cheeks
I won’t get tired of waking up next to you
Hung in bed after drinking the same old booze
Yeah the rooms stale but the wind is blowing through
You’re staring all around the place and I’m staring at you
You’ve got my back mate
You know I drink coffee instead of tea
You hate the things that I hate
And that’s just fine with me
I woke up and you were in the kitchen
Talking with my mum as she was bitching
You couldn’t care less but you sat there unblinking
Those orange curtains do bring out the blush in your cheeks
I won’t get tired of waking up next to you
Hung in bed after drinking the same old booze
Yeah the rooms stale but the wind is blowing through
You’re staring all around the place and I’m staring at you
You’ve got my back mate
You know I drink coffee instead of tea
You hate the things that I hate
And that’s just fine with me
You’ve got my back mate
We hold each other’s hair
When we’re feeling sick mate
Or when I’ve left my change at home
You buy my beers love
You kiss me even when I’m unclean
You hate the things that I hate
And that’s just fine with me
That’s just fine with me
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4. |
Bruises
02:57
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The first boy I kissed was in a close friends pool
A bet from the boys thank god he pulled through
He got thumps on the back
I felt uneasy with that
And walked home touching my lips like a bruise
The first guy that touched my skin with more than his eyes
Left it with ghosts I still speak to at night
That say I wasn’t strong enough
For what I thought was tough love
And years later I learned it wasn’t fine
I used to love the way all choirs sound
But something about them’s different now
See the church it claims
Too many these days
My friends lives were worth less than their gowns
Getting judged from the pews through stained glass
At my faith flailing like a flag at half mast
But with young boys unsafe,
And the unjust ordained
I won’t pray to dusty pages of the past
I’d like to believe there’s more than just us
I’m an atheist who enjoys the stars
Not the ones in magazines
My mother reads but never keeps
Sometimes I mumble prayers in my sleep
I used to be scared of midnight silhouettes
That my coatrack was a murderer standing by my bed
But these days I’m so lonely
Instead of a scream
I’d probably ask him to hold me instead
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5. |
Airport Cafe
02:59
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An old couple at the airport for the cafe they like
Feeling terrified and warm at the exact same time
There’s so many days in those delicate cups of coffee
They hold in their hands what he will never have from me
A small purple bag in a colour she used to hate
Before realising it reminded her of lavender and grapes
And in the end it’s just a colour and such thoughts are such a waste
For now that shade resides in the under the eyes on her face
He watches her as she ponders on her long favourite purse
She observes the fuss with a smile so good it hurts
He wears a slim golden chain he’s not quite sure where he got
He’s just worn it his whole life and thinks it’s better on than off
And there’s no flight they’re catching any time soon
They just enjoy observing life on their odd little afternoons
And I enjoy watching them but sometimes it gets me in a mood
Because with all your light I could never dim you
I’d never want to.
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My old man loves a slap at the pub
One hundred stiff down the plug
“It’s just money” he says
“Can’t take it when you’re dead”
And fends off my disputes with a shrug
The sad thing dad is we all lag behind
With pokie machines and speeding fines
The bank of life says
We’re all in deep debt
So moneys quite nice to have while alive
So we’ll just exchange
A judgemental gaze
While he slaps and I suck on my ciggie
His wallet’s having as much fun
As the air in my lungs
It’s as bad as him smoking them with me
Ah the age
Ah the ages
My old man loves a slap at the pub
Switched to light beer, it’s nicer on his gut
“It’s better” he says
“Than headaches in bed
And it’s winning me points with your mum”
And well just exchange
An eye level gaze
Before the taxi man gives him a call
“Good to see ya dad”
“You too possum, I’m glad
To see that you’re not smoking anymore”
I lie and walk a block and light another one
Ah the age
Ah the ages
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7. |
Pretty Grim
02:46
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I’m hungover again
Fourth week night on the piss
I’m barely scraping rent
And there’s more of my blood in the bathroom sink
There’s a poster of Uluru
Hanging above my bed
Next to a photo of my mum
And she’s wearing a warm coloured dress
And it says, “my little girl,
Why are you so depressed?”
And I say “mum,
I’m not quite sure anymore”
I’ve got hateful guts
And all my songs are whiney
The spoon wasn’t silver
Just really shiny
I turn her picture around
And pour myself a glass
It’s only 9AM but i guess
That’s where the joke of adulthood starts
“I don’t feel too well”
“Then don’t line up the dust so much
And quit the booze and smokes”
My mother says with disgust
So I take her picture down
And say “I’m so sorry mum”
I’m just tired of trying to impress people
I don’t even love
I just want something to touch
That’ll make me forget enough
Something to make me cry in my sleep
I need something worthwhile to me
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8. |
Clothes Line
03:22
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One night at a bar I’d come to nil
I’d found my world in Surry hills
Sitting in a gutter, looking up
Laughing with a mouth full of blood
Think years back to an open yard
You took my hand and laid me down
Under a clothes line on spiky grass
You came quick and I came last
If the reaper comes to claim me
And all I’ve gotten done
Is write some shitty music
And take some shitty drugs
I’ll smile at him
I’ll laugh at him
I’ll cry at him
I’ll scream
I’ll do it all in pain and passion
Til there’s nothing left of me
One night on a curb I stained it red
It’s me against the world again
I lie back and smear my clothes
A white shirt meets a gushing nose
Think years back to simple drives
We got in trouble when things were quiet
Racked up back when we still laughed
Somehow you remained unscarred
If the reaper comes to claim me
And all I’ve gotten done
Is write some shitty music
And take some shitty drugs
I’ll smile at him
I’ll laugh at him
I’ll beg him to hold then leave me
I’ve done it all in pain and passion
And he will never keep me
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9. |
Worms
02:12
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I can’t keep a plant alive
So tell me how could I sustain the fire
You felt when I was being
Someone else on a stage
I’m just a little worm with feelings
Covered in dirt and orange peelings
And my mates would say
I’m a fan of beige
But I guess that worms do some good
When they’re altogether in a group
And that’s kind of how I feel about my band
This started as a love song but changed direction
I’m still a worm but upon reflection
We’re gonna turn this farmers dirt into gold
I don’t know much about fertilisers
But I’d say we’re all getting wiser
Tending our brain gardens
With a bit of love
Sure there’s weeds we’ll yet cut out
And shit to mow out of our snouts
But we’re all gonna earn
Our green thumbs
When I’m onstage and wanna cry
And run off and call my mum all night
One look at these worms
Has me feeling top shelf
They remind me that it’s okay to laugh
And that all bad shows don’t need to be dark
And if you don’t think that’s gold
Go fuck yourself
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10. |
OUCH
01:46
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You’re an overgrown umbilical cord
I’m a leaking mobile liquor store
I could never be what you want me for
I could never be what you want
I’m constantly away on tour
You just hate being ignored
I’m sitting listening to orchestral scores
You’re making bank and practicing law
You’re an overgrown umbilical cord
I’m a leaking mobile liquor store
I could never be what you want me for
I could never be what you want
I mostly lie around on the floor
I guarantee you’d get so bored
With my growing list of shitty flaws
But that worldly oyster is all yours
You’re an overgrown umbilical cord
I’m a leaking mobile liquor store
I could never be what you want me for
I could never be what you want
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11. |
Bottle'o
02:32
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Pull up at the bottle o
The lady she wants to know
Why I got my crinkled pass port
Instead of my licence
Say I lost my wallet
Life’s a bit of a crisis lately
Yeah I’m a little bit sunburnt
A little bit sad
My cheeks are red
And I think I’ve been had
By that old sun
Tricking me outside
It probably meant for the best
But I’m a reflective surface of light
Jog up the shops for a money dash
Atm doesn’t do careless cash
Catch my reflection in the black of the screen
I’m a disappointing fuck and I don’t like what I see anymore
Yeah I’m a little bit sunburnt
A little bit sad
My cheeks are red
And I think I’ve been had
By that old sun
Tricking me outside
It probably meant for the best
But I’m a reflective surface of light
Guess I’ll just stay in tonight
Take my careless losses as a sign
If I get high enough I can pretend that you’re here
And that my wallet might just reappear
It’s all wishful thinking
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