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Knife
03:28
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If I could take this knife
I'd amputate the thoughts straight from my mind
And leave myself down here drooling on the tiles
Dress the wound with wine
Though I can't stand the taste
I feel it's bite is what is keeping me alive
I'm a little bit older now
But as I've grown so has the doubt
Between my flesh and bones
Trying to ooze from underneath
If I could take this knife
Push down until the hilt touches my thigh
Lie in blistering sun and point it towards the sky
This makeshift sundial won't lie about the time
But when I'm tired of facing North
I'll know the will in me has died
I'm a little bit older now
But as I've grown so has the doubt
Between my flesh and bones
Trying to ooze from underneath
Looking over my shoulder now
I'm scared to turn around and see
The demons
But I still feel them touching me
They say your future years are destiny
Working towards something you don't want to be
I never put much faith in prophecy
But it's all come true in front of me
I'm a little bit older now
But as I've grown so has the doubt
Between my flesh and bones
Trying to ooze from underneath
Looking over my shoulder now
I'm scared to turn around and see
The demons
But I still feel them touching me
But I still feel them touching me
But I still feel them touching me
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2. |
Buzz Lightyear
03:52
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Toss and turn at night in sweat
White-tails tie me up in thread
3AM, Buzz Lightyear said
"Get yourself straight back to bed"
Rather die than go repeat
Being ten, twelve or sixteen
Sell my soul to bury these
Dreams of showering nice and clean
I'm trying
Trying to leave this world behind
Outside
I'm searching for a home beyond the sky
Toss and turn at night in sweat
White-tails tie me up in thread
3AM, Buzz Lightyear said
"Get the fuck straight back to bed"
I'm trying
Trying to leave this world behind
Outside
I'm searching for a home beyond the sky
At night
I watch the moon break through the lights
Sometimes I can see
But just sometimes
If this spaceship's going down
All the memories won't keep me with it
Wish me luck out there in space
When my parachute does not inflate
Say "good luck"
I'm gonna need it
I'm trying
Trying to leave this world behind
Outside
I'm searching for a home beyond the sky
At night
I watch the moon break through the lights
Sometimes I can see
But just sometimes
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3. |
Maple Road
02:56
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I'm on a dirt road
Took a wrong turn trying to get back to the highway
Far from the street lights
But off in the distance
I can see the high beams shining
I'll never trust a GPS again
Watch the fuel light blinking red
My co-pilot starts to sweat
'Cause I have no reception
Shit, I don't know where we are
This is how horror movies start
If I crash this fucking car
Remember us just as we are
Out by the V-Lines in the darkness
Trying to see what's on the other side
And my intestines squirm and writhe
From the misadventures of last night
Wish I'd had more than 3 hours sleep
Used my coat and scarf for sheets
Newtown's now a distant dream
The news will call it last place we were seen
Shit, I don't know where we are
This is how horror movies start
If I crash this fucking car
Remember us just as we are
Fly screaming 'round the bends
Never seen a car catch so much air
Good Lord!
The answer to my prayers
Looks like a freeway exit
Shit, I don't know where we are
This is how horror movies start
If I crash this fucking car
Remember us just as we
Just as we
Just as we are
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4. |
Average
04:19
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This one is for all the people out there in the bars
Drinking away another miserable day on the job
And across from the stage drifts another song
That we probably won't remember
When tonight is dead and gone
Out there, there are people more important than us who have died
And I'm at home struggling just to keep my fishes alive
The church and its steeple loom above my house in the sky
Let me get this off my chest
I'm average
This one is for all the people I've loved and I've lost
They're still around
We just couldn't be bothered keeping in touch
With my hands on the wheel
The streets creeping past
I slam on the brakes and stop
When I hear that song in the car
Out there, there are people more important than us who have died
And I'm at home struggling just to keep my fishes alive
The church and its steeple loom above my house in the sky
Let me get this off my chest
I'm average
I'm average, I'm average, I'm average, I'm average
I'm average
Out there, there are people more important than us who have died
And I'm at home struggling just to keep my fishes alive
The church and its steeple loom above my house in the sky
Let me get this off my chest
I'm average
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5. |
Unreliable
04:16
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Sometimes I still drive past your old house
I still see the sheets you hung up
To keep the light blocked out
I fly over the stream that flows
From the bloody North to the wealthy South
I know we've never been aligned
When it comes to hopes, dreams, fears or doubts
I heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing awful
My sources aren't reliable
And I still call us friends
But don't know how to prove it
Don't think the message sent
We'll always have the music
I still play your records
When I'm driving home from shows
I search for deep meanings
That you probably never wrote
Outside there are lights along the docks
That glow brighter than the sun
I know you never liked what I did for work
But I was doing what I loved
I heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing awful
My sources aren't reliable
And I still call us friends
But don't know how to prove it
Don't think the message sent
We'll always have the music
You always used to talk about the fire
And how it kept us warm as the streets burned
How could I help when I never held a lighter?
So I'll just fan the flames 'til you return
We used to be in this crime together
Split the score and went out separate ways
I'll never spend one red cent
But I'll count the pennies every day
I heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing awful
My sources aren't reliable
And I still call us friends
But don't know how to prove it
Don't think the message sent
We'll always have the music
I heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing awful
I'm so unreliable
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St Kilda
03:06
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I just spent a whole week's wage on the parking
Now I'm walking the streets
Passing people asleep
So I'm keeping my voice down
Have to keep an eye out that there's nobody watching
While we fuck on the beach
Breathing in deep
From the refuse that's all around
Got to make it to this show
I know she wouldn't mind if we didn't even go
We'll see it snow
Before we ever make it 'cross this road
Still miles away from resting in my grave
Stumbling home, walking dead
I'll never set foot in St. Kilda again
I just came here to get a taste of the music
Now I'm too fucked to drive
Didn't think I'd get high off a second-hand joint
Standing side of the stage watch the audience lose it
This musclebound thug still owes me 10 bucks
But I'm not going to press the point
Driver of a taxi cab
With a baseball bat in hand
I watched it all unfold from the window
On the passenger side
As we drove off into the night
Still miles away from resting in my grave
Stumbling home, walking dead
I'll never set foot in St. Kilda again
In St. Kilda again
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7. |
Friends Fall Apart
04:13
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I can't find my way back
These intersections all look the same
I'll watch the rooftops become waterfalls
On Sydney Rd in the pouring rain
I'm watching couples fight along the way
Well, I guess Brunswick's for lovers
Another miserable fucking day
There's somewhere out there
Where the nights don't seem so dark
So, I'll just stand outside this waterhole
And watch my friends all fall apart
They fall apart
I said "when you're crying
You can rest your head on me"
He looked at me smiling
And said "you're wiser than you seem"
I swear I've been here in a dream
Or I can forsee the future
Keep throwing out the script behind the scenes
There's somewhere out there
Where the nights don't seem so dark
So, I'll just stand outside this waterhole
And watch my friends all fall apart
He said "you talk like you're 53
But you still look like you're 17"
If I was sober enough to think
I wouldn't want to count every age I've been
And I don't know what to say to help
When I don't even know how to help myself
That might be something to think about
When you're riding shotgun in my car, passed out
There's somewhere out there
Where the nights don't seem so dark
So, I'll just stand outside this waterhole
And watch my friends all fall apart
There's somewhere out there
Where the nights don't seem so dark
So, I'll just stand outside this waterhole
And watch my friends all fall apart
Friends all fall apart
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8. |
Serengeti
04:21
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I'm at a loss for direction
Coffee shops are pretentious
And so are these inner city bars that don't stage bands
Trying to find some affection
I sound like Charlton Heston
After mixing poisons poured straight down the hatch
My body's ready for the feds to come dissect me
When they've had their way
I hope I'm laid to rest
Dressed in my dressing gown
I just want someone to hold me
Because someone just told me
That the best bar in town is closing down
Closing down
Looking over my shoulder
As I strut through the cold of
Summer nights in Melbourne town with my phone switched off
All the buildings are closed up
Tags on the walls as the doors are
Boarded over and due to stay that way forever more
My body's sweating
Serengeti
Feel so far away, don't even recognise
The streets I've walked so much
Sending postcards to strangers
Dying for conversation
But this city's had its mouth sewn shut and...
I don't get paid to sing
But I'll keep choking up
Choking up a set
And in the face of things
I'm trying to sober up
Sober up again
Keep trying not to whinge
I'm sure they've heard enough
Heard enough I've said
And in the face of things
I'm trying to sober up
Sober up again
I'm at a loss for discretion
Boiling right down to the essence
My vision starts to blur from all the drugs I didn't take
My body's sweating
Serengeti
I feel a continent away from my local these days
I don't get paid to sing
But I'll keep choking up
Choking up a set
And in the face of things
I'm trying to sober up
Sober up again
Keep trying not to whinge
I'm sure they've heard enough
Heard enough I've said
And in the face of things
I'm trying to sober up
Sober up again
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9. |
Paint
05:13
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I keep a book of my thoughts
In the front I take note when I'm feeling awful
And in the back I write down
When I feel confident or beautiful or happy
I won't say which side is dominating now
I'm Old Testament, all left out like an orphan
Living in these tattered old rags
I'm a beast defined in biblical proportions
It's toxic just to breathe of my breath
I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins
I keep the walls of my room
Plastered with posters of bands I loved in high school
And haven't listened to since
And I don't have tattoos
I haven't even drilled through my ears in the bathroom
It's just too hard to commit
I'm a testament to lack of self-approval
All dressed up in black
My heart doth pump with pain of its removal
That beating was the best I ever had
I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins
I'm starting to enjoy the silence
To not hear music how I used to
It's a constant struggle trying to write it
When I've only lived vicariously through you
I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins
In my veins, in my veins
In my veins
In my veins, in my veins
In my veins
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