1. |
The Arborist
03:03
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Burn the leaves
Light a match
Firebug
Lumberjack
your skin is mirror
I trace with my finger,
when the light is gone
or a map of a city
inspiring envy
for the residents
I sleep beneath the overpass
I fly above it like a hawk
I fly above it like a hawk
cursed by a hunger
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2. |
O.R
04:38
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I listen to you snorin’
so I know that you’re breathin’
It’s never inconvenient
It’s a sound I recognise
you’re sleeping through the beepin’
every pulling of the curtain
but I know you hear hummin’
cause our noises harmonise
nihilistic nurse disturbs the pillow, low your head
and mumbles something audible underneath their breath
they say
all love is terminal; we love until we’re dead, or
no longer operable, there’s no O.R suitable
to make our love extend, but if
loving you is possible beyond what can be said
then I have very reason to believe we’ll love again
I’m tapping at my wrist watch
you told me it was broken
I’m taking it for granted
I’m winding back the short hand
it’s technically the weekend
and now your face is changing
the nurse returns to say my visit has to end
and mumbles something audible underneath their breath
this time its personal, I’ve something to defend
our love is surgical, it cuts well past the bon, and these
pins and needles remind me that I’m home and I am
under an aesthetic to help soften the blow
of all the melodrama and the trauma that we’ve known
they say
all love is terminal; we love until we’re dead, or
no longer operable, there’s no O.R suitable
to make our love extend
but if
loving you is possible beyond what can be said
then I have very reason to believe we’ll love again
I have every reason to believe we’ll love again
I have every reason to believe we’ll love again
I have every reason to believe we’ll love again.
our love is surgical, it cuts well past the bone
and these pins and needles remind me that I’m home
and I’m under an aesthetic to help soften the blow
of all the melodrama and all the trauma
all the melodrama that we’ve known.
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3. |
Long Play
02:41
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sweat is rollin' down my forehead in this cinema space
we've never met, but I recognise the pain written on your face
singing your story, knuckle to the nose, too easy to fall in love
I need to find closure, don't wanna be alone, but I’m scared that I’m not enough
turning on the air con, just for a minute, filling 40 pairs of lungs
a cocktail of pheromones spillin' from the glands,
and I shape your name with my tongue
it ain't a mistake if you wanna repeat it,
it ain't a mistake if you wanna repeat it
love isn't a game, but so many play it, no wonder why we're all so jaded
a couple days later, flippin' through the paper
lookin' for some part time jobs
I see they need an undertaker, an empathetic griever
to help another through their loss
too many treat the dead as if they're headed to a better place
as if we are rewarded for doin' what we're ordered
from the cradle to the grave
from the cradle to the grave
I wanna hurt
I wanna hurt the one that hurt you
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4. |
Playing Dead
02:40
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I'm always looking for something
but I can’t tell if it's real
I'm playing dead to imagine your reaction
and exactly how you deal
I'm always looking for something
but I can’t tell if it's real
I'm playing dead to imagine your reaction
and exactly how you deal
light a candle!
wash off the lipstick
it's my instinct
time is tragedy
tip your waitress and thank who made this
tip your waitress and thank who made this
call my friends and my family
while I'm asleep and tell them what went wrong
pick out the pallbearers, the grave robbers
and show them how it's done
I'm always looking for something
but I can’t tell if it's real
I'm playing dead to imagine your reaction
and exactly how you deal
I'm always looking for something
but I can’t tell if it's real
I'm playing dead to imagine your reaction
and exactly how you…. deal
I’m always looking for something (always looking for something)
I’m always looking for something (always looking for something)
I’m always looking for something (always looking for something)
I’m always looking for something
I'm always looking for something
but I can’t tell if it's real
I'm playing dead to imagine your reaction
and exactly how you deal
I'm always looking for something
but I can’t tell if it's real
I'm playing dead to imagine your reaction
and exactly how you deal
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5. |
Paranormie
02:56
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Is anyone there?
I get the feeling that somebody’s watching
the hairs on the back of my neck are standing
a silent warning
is there anyone awake right now?
somebody please
I know you wont believe me
but there’s someone in my house
they've cut the power to the lights
paranormie
awake til morning
when they ignore me
paranormie
awake til morning
when they ignore me
and I am underneath my bed
does anyone care?
I get the feeling that nobody’s coming
call you back, I'll meet you there
and I am underneath my bed
each today is yesterday, tomorrow which is now
each today is yesterday, tomorrow which is now
each today is yesterday, tomorrow which is now
each today is yesterday
paranormie
awake til morning
when they ignore me
paranormie
awake til morning
when they ignore me
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6. |
Paper Rock
02:37
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you wanna turn your math into matter
you wanna learn the rules of the game
forget the cape, it's scissor paper rock
no need to sigh or fly off the handle
don't go and bury your head in the sand
stop what you're doing, count all your fingers
you only need a hand to command
learn the shape of scissor paper rock
you'll creep ahead like a snake on a ladder
if you follow the law of scissors paper rock
soak in the winnings, sun to an adder
if you follow the law of scissors paper rock
premeditate and drown out the chatter
if you follow the law of scissors paper rock
follow the law of scissors paper rock
turn every move into intuition
do what you know and whole every pot
you can't compare the
roll of a die to the likes of
scissor paper rock
follow the law of scissors paper rock
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7. |
Apparition
00:28
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8. |
Foreign Substances
03:02
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despite the foreign substances you’re poisoning your body with
and all the ugly looks your mirror chose to be reflected
the endless empty promises you made when you were wasted
only you decide what is to be, if anything
only you decide what is to be, if anything, if anything
of all the half-baked failed attempts to rid yourself of your ego
And how you pushed away your friends when you lost all those kilos
pretending that they never knew what happened in your bedroom
pretending that they never knew about the things you were goin’ through
only you decide what is to be, if anything
only you decide what is to be, if anything, if anything
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9. |
Amnesia
02:02
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two drops of whatever this is,
two drops everyday
to help with my amnesia
to help with my amnesia
to help me seize the day
two stops til I gotta get off
two stops til I'm back again
I catch the bus with Aunt Fiona
the bus with my amnesia
the driver knows my name
by now it be easier
by now I should be better
they've gifted me a picture frame
and I use it as a mirror
I use it as a mirror
to help with my amnesia
two drops of whatever this is,
two drops everyday
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10. |
The Lighthouse
01:30
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A light turning, react to a sound
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11. |
Widower
04:48
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Muriel, ballerina
lost her husband in a bloody war
the ashes lay in a cantina
that she pretends to sip as a ritual
Jonathon, wartime hero
you're not with us any more than she
time decides the widows from widowers
and to have a love to lose is lucky
Grandfather dodged a bullet
conscription avoided
only to meet shots down the track
is it peaceful to go in your sleep?
because it looked like what was left of him
was not surrendering but fighting back
as I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him Sunday
as I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him someday
as I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him Sunday
as I held his shaking hand
I said I'd see him someday
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12. |
Pins n Needles
01:51
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I’m having fun in isolation
stuck in the nosebleed section
and all the worlds a stage
am I hard of hearing?
or too bored to even listen
either way, I cant complain
get busy living or dying
I just want merit for trying
to find an in between
I’m okay, thankyou for asking!
how are you? Okay I’m guessing
I still don’t know what it means
I’m getting pins and needles
and forgetting how it feels
to be normal
negotiating with the godhead
til we’ve landed on a deal
to make me normal
a stranger called about a funeral plan -
“half price on all coffins
Try before you buy”
I said I practice meditation
to get a sense of deprivation,
a coffin would be nice
It isn’t easy these days
my whole existence is prepaid
nothing’s in the bank
I just want to do right by my lady
have a house and a baby
but while I’m waiting for that pay day
I’m getting pins and needles
and forgetting how it feels
to be normal
negotiating with the godhead
til we’ve landed on a deal
to make me normal
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13. |
Where's Your Head At
01:52
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Where’s your head at?
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14. |
Venom
03:48
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we're cooking up a catalyst
to avoid the cataclysmic
it's a duty to our children
to fend of the oblivion
to save them from indifference
we fight infernos with an ember
to breathe in a breath, renewed
where once the air was poison
snakes suffering their venom
we're sucking at the wound
Needless death
treated by the needle thread
passing through the eye
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