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Beach Boys
04:27
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Rush, my heart
Could it be starting to come apart
Do you wanna cook dinner?
I don’t mind
Peel away the feeling
Like fog upon a clearing
Won’t you tell me something
I don’t like hearing
Maybe you should write a song
For me
“10/10 but what happens when…”
She writes letters out of NSW
“The beach boys are coming but they won’t do nothing,
So I’ll spare you the details”
Take your time
I’m sure that I will be fine
I won’t be splashed across your headlines
Take you time
There’s no reason to resent me
I’m not a target or an effegy
They just don’t love me
Eh?
The beach boys followed me down to Southern Cross
They matched my pace across the twilit park
Oh, when you get home I’ll go out after dark
But I’m not going near the beach
I thought we left flag wavers long ago
But there’s still people in Manly who just stay home
They’ve got board shorts baby and mobile phones
Yeah the beach boys called and they want us to go home
I’ve seen it twice
They gather ‘round in broad daylight
The beach boys watching everything thing I’ve done
I need you babe
Everytime you’re away
They come ‘round and I run and run and run
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2. |
Nailskins
03:43
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a collar on you hold all the details that i ain’t ever saw
the kind that kinda keeps my nailskins always hanging raw
it rolls like a coin always turning in ways that i can’t ever call
and time and time again i drink the darkness of the reservoir
don’t sweat it i get it i get along with the waiting and the birthrightwrong
but i’m alright with the right alright? she said “it seems so right”
and i could hear it from the kitchen you could feel it through the walls
as i resolve to reaching and lean into the fall
a collar on you hold all the details that i ain’t ever saw
the kind that keeps my nailskins raw
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Play it down
I was never falling over myself to come to town
I was wasted
City always let’s you down
Hey my lamb
Colour all your portions like a leg of festive ham
I’m a patriarch
City always let’s you down
Hey my babe
Rubble covers every contribution mothers ever made
It was wasted
City always let’s you down
Hey my babe
I’m sorry for excusing my behaviour with a fleshy blade
I was wasted
City always let’s you down
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4. |
Walk Down
03:39
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i get instant regret for time spent living
with you in my head so let’s square
i made my bed it’s an old bed
but there’s still life in this girl yet
i don’t know why we can never pass the time
you think it’s dumb waiting for the words to come
so make it i’ll check it say the words and i’ll walk down
i’ll bypass the park picking up pieces of asphalt
the soles of my toes eat the tar keep walking slow
the heat starts to go the key is to keep moving
between the shadows
i don’t know why i’m stuck on the northside
you think it’s lame but everyfuckingone’s the same
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5. |
Narwhal
03:13
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Animal
03:59
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Hey, I’m an animal I graze on my own lawn
I am red meat and my eyes are coloured fawn
Say, when you touch your tongue on mine, my appetite
My days I’m grazing but I creep out every night
And when we get too tired, just from hangin on the clothes line
Lord I try
But when I’m with my friends I am an animal again
Say, is it bad to simplify somebody’s needs?
I knew once but I got old, don’t lie to me
Say, do you feel safe alone with predators and me?
I am them, they are dumb, we are beach boys every single one
And when we get too tired, just from hanging on the clothes line
Lord I try…
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7. |
City II
04:14
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the rust is a reducer the paint’s a pair
i brush the claws of the myrtle caught in the back of your hair
i used to be taken by the sensation of all the edges that
we could feel but never join so we take a trip
to dakabin and we drive back again
my parochial eyes cut a slice of the australian dream
we take the deagon deviation (a test in patience)
o tempora o mores you say (i think we’ll be ok)
its no surprise that i’m raking through brakelights
and the city is gone i used to rely on the patterns
and the gridlines now the city is gone
will you still need me each time the city is gone?
history repeats and shit becomes champagne
before too long i was a twentytwenty visionary
for so long but now i can’t see over the walls
that the writing is on so i’ll tie up my sins in my
thinwhiteskin and get gone but there’s a holy understanding
am i standing by or holding on?
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8. |
Soy Casa Daily (Pals)
04:13
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There’s nothing in it
6gbs/minute it beats hanging out in real life
There’s nothing in it
1 para limit it’s a great place for people to hang out
It takes 10minutes
There’s nothing in it the parkway is shining like daylight
There’s nothing in it
It takes 10minutes but you need someone saved in your speed dial
Violence, smiling he moves all his stuff in
Violently, a doorbell is ringing a silent and sorry conclusion
It’s funny is it? In my opinion your bloke jokes are turning you senile
Screen cap you in it, publish and print it you thoughts seem increasingly penile
White ribbon ready, cut to old Wayne and Eddie making light of a girl on their turf while
Sporting opinion making short work of women and their friends are called things like
Sunny, Flynn, Hugo and the rest of their pals...
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9. |
Long One
04:17
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we go in alright and i keep going ‘til i’m hypnotized
i get it you cannot give it so i’ll give it some time
you seem to see alright but i’ve been having trouble
with my eyes i caught you clockin it i never can lie
there’s nothing good tonight i check the reservoir and
i test the light it’s all around me but you’re nowhere in sight
and my move is where you draw the line but honey
i was taken in my prime so get hold the operator
i been holding some time you are the long one
every time the needle skips i open my eyes standing on
a second i dream in lo-fi every other time is just a speck
on the teev i could be your white noise if you’d listen to me
every time i drag the needle back to the start im a drip of
some distant memory
i cannot give it so i’ll give it some time
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It’s 8
Bruised and purple stains
By the time the clinic closed it was too late
Hate, I have extraordinary hate
Direction: imperfection on my plate
But hey, I’m climbing up to my sunrise!
You can ride on boy. Ride on to yours
Hey, I’m climbing up to my sunrise.
Fucking ride on boy, ride on to your blue light
I woke up
Never found any place so choked up
And now I’ve got a floor full of eyes and white bandaged handcuffs
Flora, reflections or a brand scented candle
Oh but I’ve got my own ways of swallowing things I can’t handle
It’s 8, I woke up yet again
I thought I would be light, I thought I would be called “the late”
Fade, recall when I began to fade?
But if you wanna stop it now you’re twenty years too late
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11. |
Humid Nature
04:13
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take me back in time or on another line
pull out the finger of fate extend and oscillate
when will it start coming good you told me that it would and
i believed ya as part of the procedure i paid you by the hour
to build another tower the sky is too blue anyway
and you run from the rain but don’t think that i hate ya
i have a humid nature so lead a horse to water
and hold his head right under everyone wants to belong
(it’s easier than wrong) so buy a new umbrella and
throw it in the trash and someday when the river’s roaring
and it won’t stop pouring and the reservoir is gorging until
your city’s gone you’ll say take me back in time
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