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A manifesto of our friends written in beer stains on the floor
A broken glass, the way we laugh, it’s been a while since we talked
‘Cause I lose track of time
And I still think of you and smile
Open minds to closing doors
I fucked up mine like you fucked up yours
I’d be willing to try if you don’t mind
My failing sight and my tarnished record
Fish and Dick united at last
You left your leopard print slippers on the basement floor among the broken glass
I sat in the dark writing answers to questions you never asked
Like “how’d you get those footprints on your heart?”
Eye to eye for a moment so that I can tell
Between the valleys and the peaks of your sweaty sheets are you living well?
Inside your stride, echoes of the days you fell
Every day you come home is a day that treats me well
‘Cause I lose track of time
And I still think of you and smile
If I could get what’s in my head well and right
I would come to Adelaide and be your wife
I’ve been blind, built a wall between fantasy and life
Where there was never meant to be a divide
Hip hop Sundays down in Adelaide, I’ll stay longer than a month this time
And you’ll find we realign to the cadence of our morning sighs
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Dagget
02:28
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Here I’ll sit, make it fit, I’ll be toiling
I’ll catch my father when he’s falling
In this filth I’ll be still and I’m missing
I’m missing the way that you move
We talk about the dark days as if we never lose faith
Every time they rise, we greet them with surprise
An uncertainty that runs so deep we forget
We forget to breathe
I’ve been making plans that involve all of my friends
Stave off this convoluted haze, come live in this cave
Where we’ll sit, make it fit, adorning mornings with stories
Adoring the absence of all that inconsequential shit
I’m just a faggot if you believe the words
Of the stranger from his car on the corner as he turned
You’ll be Norbet, I’ll be Dagget and we’ll
Damn well do what we please
Take what’s unimportant, this forlornness, and sort it
‘Cause you can’t live while you yearn
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idly by
02:37
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You dig your heels in
For good reason. You say you’re not leaving, there’s nowhere to go
You just wanna get high
The city sight’s streaming red lights ‘cross the ceiling and I’ve got the feeling that all of this is just a lie
All of this is just a lie
And we’ll sit idly by
It’s self-inflicted, I don’t need this anymore
Barely breathing on your kitchen floor
All this calamity was once a good friend to me never thought to ask it why
Standing in front of me, over or underneath, I hope we can get by
I can’t remember when they took away the safety is it too late to atone
When you’ve already fallen and the ground where you’re crawling is a mess of flesh and bone?
We chose this, we’re broken, the mess we’re wading through
Feels hopeless, keep going and when it’s through what will you do?
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Breathing
03:28
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All this torment, ignored the warnings
Now it's dawning, forced to forfeit, crowd’s applauding
As we’re bleeding dry another evening
Fingers teasing out a reason for indulging
We call it normal as we’re falling
Drinking forties, not recalling the next morning
Discordant assortments
Of thoughts without importance contorted
Into something I could convince myself with
To open up my eyes in the morning
It’s not a crisis, it’s far more lifeless
More a tightness inside of my chest. You’re the kindest
Person I’ve met but we’re falling out of time
So we’ll watch our own demise knowing we can’t fight it
Just breathe. Just breathe away the pain
You know that it’s too late, it’s happening anyway
So breathe. Just breathe away the weight
Just impersonate someone else’s brave face
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Dumpstar
03:28
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The words you spat; “can’t live like that”
With a drink in hand and a plan to hatch
Listen to idle will kill ‘til you’ve had your fill
Stumble out the back ‘cause you’ve got some guts to spill
I just want to die
Your glassy eyes reflected mine
I get like this when I get fucked up
When it’s cold and dark and I’m bruised and cut
I’m surprised that I survived
You had your fill in a little round pill
Another empty bottle on your window sill
I just want to die
It weighed a tonne so you’d given up
Another month gone by another door slammed shut
I’m surprised that I survived
I tried looking on the bright side, it crossed my mind if I don’t like it I’m fucked
I tried walking in a straight line, it crossed my mind
I didn’t like it cause I find it doesn’t rhyme with the birds in the trees
I didn’t like it when the blood dripped down past your cheeks into
The words you spat; “can’t live like that”
With a target set on your own back
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Never Learnt to Fly
02:30
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Joel lost a bet
Should have stayed in bed
Should have never left his home
He’s got nothing left
Just a sign that says
“I know you could but please don’t”
He said “don’t come crying to me when this
All blows up in your stupid...”
He climbs too high
Help me down. Help me down. Help me. Help me.
Never learnt to fly
Help me down. Help me down. Help me. Help me.
He said “these dark days are upon us”
And like the city bus he want to jump in front of
We’re always late, smell like waste
And we’re controlled by a son of a...
He didn’t choose this
He didn’t choose any of this
He sees red, I’m told
He sees red, I know.
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False Starts
02:52
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Sit and smile trying to keep warm
I’ll stay a while ‘cause your car won’t run
Your breath fogged your window as I wrote this song
Thinking about, thinking about what went wrong
I said I know, but I don’t know
You’ll think I’m crazy, I’ve been here before
Spread my thoughts out on my friend’s dashboard
The words you spoke on a Post-It note
“Death By Piano”. Will you light my smoke?
You’ll get some petrol in your cola can
You smell of whiskey and you’re holding my hand
You’re kicking rocks as you pull on my heart strings
Ignore your Dad when he says mean things
You try real hard, always a false start
Sharpen your wits on a broken heart
Let me carry you like you carried me
Don’t be alone if you’ll make yourself bleed
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Broken Screens
04:24
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Lost count of hours since I last showered
Lost track of days, it holds no weight
I’ve broken the screen through which I perceive
Seems to me that broken screens are filtering
Everything we see
A generation lost like moths
Drawn to the ambient glow of a phone. Don’t you know? I Know
A generation’s lust is lost when the
Contact of eyes and hands is replaced by
Likes on Facebook and a list of virtual strangers we call friends
I’m afraid we’re shedding like a womb and pretty soon
As month by month we lose all that good shit there will
Be nothing left to do
Nothing left to lose
Like kids who want to make love but what the learn to do is subjugate
Like in the pornos they subscribe to with their mates
Hardly need to leave the house
Can’t remember when you last went out
Killing time with Netflix now
‘Til your friends log into WOW
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9. |
Bench Seat
02:26
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Sitting next to me on a bench seat, you could barely contain
Your lament for the government as the chemicals raced ‘round your brain
You said “I don’t want to be here. Are you ready to go?”
“I’ll never be rich and now they’ve made it so I can’t afford to be poor”
Idle hands and a penchant for madness, you tuck your flask down the front
Of your pants a manoeuvre you’ve practiced since your mother used to drive you to work
You said “I don’t want to be here. Are you ready to go?”
“The constant threat of this obstinacy puts all its weight right here on my soul”
Your temperament left you short of breath as you poured it all out on the floor
You haven’t a cent and your overdue rent tops the list of shit that you can’t afford
You said “I don’t want to be here. Are you ready to go?”
“I’ve counted 10,000 ways in which we’ve been lied to and it’s turning me into a ghost”
Enact this; step backwards
No reason, just leaving
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Lyrical Nausea
02:57
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I quit drinking for the third time this week
And I’ve stopped blinking because I’m afraid to fall asleep
And I hope you feel better but that letter you wrote that said I shouldn’t speak
Made me wonder whether I’ve ever done anything for anyone who wasn’t me
We bend and fold and we get old, only reaping what we sow
And what we’ve sown as we’ve grown older bore empty bottles and a lone marauder
When your stories told and you’ve grown old and you’re only left with what you know
I’ll be glad I never sent all those letters that I wrote
And I’ve been climbing walls and my stories are tall, how about yours?
Have you been falling through floors and hearing your neighbours thought? Have you found the cause?
Reality means less to me
Just one more chorus and I will force it just to free myself of you
This isn’t for us, thought you’d adore it ‘til I read the words I wrote
The cause of this chorus and lyrical nausea is
I never saw a fall like this, hardened clay that forgot how to bend and twist
Poor timing, this might be another cuewe’ve missed
Stop fighting, remind me how to bend and twist
Reality means less to me
Just one more chorus and I will force it, won’t live like this
Just one more chorus and I will force, bend and twist
Just one more chorus with a place to sit
Just one more chorus where my remorse will live
My remorse will live
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