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Fast Love
03:35
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Make yourself present when out of town,
In need of a partner when you’re struck down,
The way that I witness you’ll never know,
And I’m on the stand, yeah I take the stand
when you don’t show
Trial when you wanna
Try it when you need some
From me, fast love honey
Trial when you wanna and you try it on me
Always loving me now,
Never liking me later,
Why you gotta lead me in just to loose me huh?
I wonder if you know what makes it feel so good?
And footing up Pitt St, you know I’m wishing that
there’d be two ways to it.
Not up the post to be cut down,
A playful game, but still needs to be wound,
Halfway, I’ve been a long time now,
I wrote many letters, I drew you a nude,
But maybe time and place is just when
and where we move,
I’m running out, It’s out
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2. |
Plans For You
03:09
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Word is that my pay won’t show
Been told “they got plans for you”.
Always smiling as I’m coming to
Your day’s are spent black n blue
Helps knowing that all along, truth was stomped
You lay down while holding harm
But you know that I won’t
Be - the one - in your arms
Wrapped - in the creek - with barb
Only living alone now
But I ain’t just one
When I’ve payed my dues
You better pay for my fun
So when I shake your hand
Measure out for more than just some.
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3. |
People And Their Stories
02:35
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Behold Behold Behold
Truth we be what you can get away with
That doesn’t mean what you’re stealing I am buying
And I ain’t gonna show up as your plaintiff
But no more will I be running by your side
So away you go
Set up your play and show
No matter how you foul
You’ll hold your head up high
The things you want only you can tell
But don’t think that while scrambling excuse has no trail
Hell you’re bent, no bond no rent
Just up end and spill the past out as a stumbled dream
Always looking, looking around
Shaking hands all over this side of town
Pay your debts
Not the jury
Don’t just be another person,
With just another fucking story
Wise eyes see the dent in your smile
Your botched job at smithing denial
You put chance in the frame
Then to fix it you hammer and hammer and hammer again
Paint over the bust, the quick fix
New arrivals they ain’t privy to the rust
Smother the injured
Out of commission
Out of the way, that’s your play
Dipped & dried & dipped & dried &
dipped & dried deny deny
But those you play from the inside they’re gonna burn you out
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4. |
(Out) On Bail
03:00
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I’m on bail my mentors said,
You don’t gotta be good, just be better than them,
I dropped the ball, to them I failed
Now I’m here dreading what the others got veiled
I don’t want their shelter
Even though all my meals are payed for oh no
But no one knows nothing & nothing’s being said
You just wake up with a summons in a hospital bed
The door’s locked I’m pinned
Wait now for the strike of the gavel & pen
There ain’t no instruction to help yah
Nah they’re gonna use that book to belt ya
And let you have a bit of a start
Yeah so they can beat your body apart
The good times wont last
Yeah after they beat my body, beat your body
Opinions set by the prompted board
Tongue in your ear but you know it’s a sword
Got no contacts, you know I’m hurting
I can feel fear as my family is nursing
It ain’t no good to see me out this far
In public view, trying to go to the shops
Push knuckles back, gammy hand pride
A constant memory of a constant fight
Been fun through all the phases
But I don’t wanna miss my time in Texas
Yeah it’s been fun through all the phases
But I don’t know if I got the patience
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5. |
Sydney King
02:30
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Sydney King what do you crown?
Dependent addicts are loyally bound
Sydney King keep carrying on
But be sure you’ve tied the hook through that note true and strong
Rinse this city through, I’ll remember
Eyes kept on your fall
Pumping ego, nothing more
Talent, short lived
Evil hunts the weak
Penance still comes
Even if you blacked out before the deed was done
How foul the taste you force into another’s mouth
So that your curtain wall wont sink into its lonely swamp
Sydney King you talk a lot of shit
But I suppose pretty pictures fluster reason & wit
Underneath, Sydney King this is what history tells, Sydney King I’ll remember how you fell
Misfortune, misfortune, misfortune unto you
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6. |
Ransack Blues
04:15
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The first time you came over,
Well you sure did leave me sore,
But since then I’ve been waiting, I’m waiting for you
With an axe handle at my door,
You left stains on my carpet and you didn’t bother to take of your shoes,
I got the Ransack Blues,
You sprawled out on speck, and I know that got you thinking,
That maybe your last visit could “get me more than the drink I’d been given”,
Well what you did, that was cruel,
You ripped up my joint,
So next time you better let me know when you’re coming through,
You’re crazy like a cut snake, and I blame you,
For these Ransack Blues
And I’m anxious, I’m very very anxious, for you to let me know when you’re coming by next, let me know. You just let me know.
You got black beneath your nails,
You ain’t, never helping me out,
And I’m always the one taking the recycling out,
You come over for free rides,
I ain’t giving them out,
Yeah I’m going to the pub, and hell you know it ain’t my shout
You gotta hold yourself,
Hold yourself up,
I ain’t taking you home
C’mon pick yourself up, pick it up,
Nah, that don’t mean you come round,
You gotta kick in my door?
I’m gonna be there baby, I just want you to come once more,
I wanna wait for you,
I wanna wait right there,
I wanna see your face,
I wanna make it disappear
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7. |
Cecelia
04:06
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Defeated,
Dip the key in
We got some Blokes from the bar hanging at the pub
That are fiending to get a feed in
But with worms in your guts you’re never getting filled up nup.
A paycheck is ripe for the blokes on site,
So they’re gonna hammer on Cecelia’s tonight,
Swallow smoke,
Piss up your pay,
Reason with your shadow let it lead the way,
Ladi-fucking-dah, at your Shangri-La
King hits to homewares Live, Love, Laugh.
“Little bo-peep want a sweaty cot? The kids are at home, can we crush at this spot?”
Volunteer your story to your new chosen friend,
Treat it like a rag through the back of your head
Follow suit, dirty the bowl,
Dread dripping from your pockets as you power home
Cecelia Cecelia,
“How much do I have to pay yah?”
Cecelia Cecelia,
You'll never have enough for her to ever kiss yah.
Cause when the fellas look away you get on your knees and saying:
“I need yah, I need yah! How much do I gotta pay yah”
Time's up yah beggar
Cos once your dollars done you know She's gonna leave yah.
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8. |
Dead Land
03:18
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Hold my hand over the fire
Immolation is on us
While trying to stamp down or blow it out
We didn’t catch ourselves as causing the fuss
Flagstone terrain with Terra
And it’ll be terror that swells the pavement’s cracks
And when the word comes to start knocking
You’ll either answer or be out in the harbor you’re a threat
DEAD LAND
Nothing is gonna grow until the last breath is had
DEAD LAND
Finished by the flames of the bush we used to have
Shake your head, but you’ll be shaking as you die
We’re the dry spell no matter what tears we cry
The first stone be flung when lead by lying bastards
‘The force through which the green fused pushed’,
Culled, cleared, & pastured,
Prayers to Machiavelli’s standards
Help your hell slip into its speeches’ skin
Dismissed country, prepare the urn,
Bleached, burnt, and broken, a purposeless herd,
DEAD LAND
The Red mist of embers won’t steer clear of the flag
DEAD LAND
We’re the mistle on the gum, we put the hammer to our thumb
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9. |
Cum In The Street
02:33
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The unit is bust
All built up to then trash the lot
No sanctuary to play with stones then throw up
By seeking arrangements
The water soured
Can’t pretend to not taste it
And I can tell yah now that the bird in your hand was better than the two
With eyes in the bush
Flat on the dirt road calling me for a push
You stack the cards but what you’re dealt ain’t never enough
Ah hell and I know that it’s tough
When retrain don’t beat the rush
Cos now when we meet
It’s slight of hand
Gotta keep discreet
Don’t wanna look at you and ask myself
‘What do they want from me?’
With shuffled feet,
You take my hand,
We cum in the street,
You’re crying mad,
What a fucking drag to think
“That’s all they want from me”
You know you’re looking at trouble
When you wont see eye to eye
And your chances sure don’t double
Trying count the legs in your cup of wine
Straighten up,
When the crowd’s round and you wanna talk
Are you moving out?
Or just on your way, on another walk?
It’s now about winning
Who’ll stick around till the other is beat
Whose shoes will shine
And who will be slinging cloth in the heat
You can’t expect to be living, living on love alone,
So tell me honey where we’re heading, if we ain’t going home?
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10. |
Average Death
02:21
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18-44 enough said,
Or is much a muchness with an average death?
Life is steady around the rumbling peak,
Yeah an Aussie woman settles it once a week,
But where we burrowing?
For a laugh?
In the danger of an unlit path?
Perhaps the coroner’s is out of view
But don’t let the string lead back to you
Don’t let it lead back to you,
Where ya digging? Where you burrowing to?
Loud when you slam that door,
But there ain’t much to putting holes in the wall,
If you’re out whipping with the garden hose,
You’ll be just about that,
Dirt. Blowin’.
A dagger is still sharp behind your back
And that’s your confidence in giving a slap
You show the process of feeling hopeless,
Being verified with an outlined mark,
Men will be boys and boys will be pumped,
Thinking “things are pretty good, we’d just better shut up”,
But the home wont break and you’ll still get by,
If girls under 15 ain’t 1 of the 5.
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11. |
Headland
03:12
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“13 it don’t matter I’m gonna bash yah, fuck matters that I’m older?”
The words you hear while learning to keep your mouth shut.
“And here’s a bit of riff-raff stick that up your nose and come back, I bet your old man is gonna be around tonight.”
“So keep your chin in,
But don’t put your head down,
You’ll be copping blows from the back if you’re proud”
“At the Table Of Knowledge
You are beyond the call.”
Finally feeling on top of it all at the headland
No damage from the Dee Why brawl it ain’t all bad
Finally feeling on top of it all at the headland
Sometimes devotion is how much endure until you get cred’.
Cut you down the side,
Run you down the stem,
You’re soon to come of age, and you don’t wanna be a boy,
Just a briny little boy,
With lights going out before the news,
Up the pines,
Adjourned to loose,
Sometimes we win, and other times…well other times, fuck it!
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12. |
Playin Dead
04:07
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I feel my neck pinch,
As their paws scrape at the pile,
And their teeth click,
They’ve been waiting for awhile
We’re playin dead
Try not to drool,
Darlin,
Don’t let your eyes flicker,
There’s still a knocking at the door,
Swallow it all in just one go,
Cos if nobody’s lookin and your fangs are filled with poison you can,
Get what you want,
Yeah nothing compares to when the skin just tears and you can,
Take what you want.
Yeah nobody’s lookin, you’re filled with poison and you,
Take what you want.
Sharpening stones,
Before the final flag is flown,
Draggin home your pillow of fresh feathers and bones…
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