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And just when I thought I lost my way again, you came back, and taught me how to live again. Well seasons change like letting go, I’ve been as far as I’ll never know. And children, oh my, they’ve started to say: “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Weighed down, feet were straight but my head went left. You'd love to see that all in all my legs were spent. And when did you, fail to lose your pace again. Don't wait around for more to come - I'm sure it will.
And just when I thought I lost my way again, you came back, and taught me how to live again. Well seasons change like letting go, I’ve been as far as I’ll fucking go.
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Your Modern Life
04:37
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I feel like dead weight on this ground we lay, 63 just enough to break my scales. "Chew it or throw it away,” is the price we pay, in light of all that were here but now’s come to pass, all too fast.
Hunts like a bird of prey with those razor eyes, learns to draw life from a stone when the river runs dry. Feeling the way we are is the way we’ll be always. While there’s gold in your hands but the pain of that modern life (your modern life).
Darling, you don’t have to try you do not have to try. There’s no one else by your side.
Train all you want you could try lift a thousand tonnes,but brace for the weight of the earth when the reaper comes. Feeling the way we are is the way we’ll be always, in light of all that were here but now’s come to pass - home at last.
Darling, you don’t have to pay, you did not have to save for this.
Isn't it alright to play, weren't our legs all made for it? Critics they’ll mock and they’ll gawk, they will squeak and they’ll squawk.
Cynics they’ll crush - rather crawl. I’d rather blow this house down.
I feel like dead weight on this earth we made, 63 just enough to break the scale. “Chew it or throw it away,” is what I will now say. Now there’s blood on your hands, common plight of that modern strife - that will change you life.
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Camping
06:11
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Beaches lean softly as my mind rains heavy. Tarps cover children sealed for when I’m ready. We dug up their bodies from a well in the peninsula - I just left them to die out camping.
It doesn’t matter what you do or who your friends are, I wrote this song just to tell you where I’m at. And was it in the skin just peeling off your back? “Decompose, so no one knows”
I won’t lie, to save face, but I can’t try to be not impressed. And outright, won’t save my name when I said I won’t be part of that game
or when I said, “I want to see you on my own."
But that New York dream didn’t look so good on me anymore and that photo frame didn’t look so great around my picture no more. And those teenage dreams - why would you scream and shout your life into that microphone? Counting out the footsteps to your bedroom, zipping back the cloth when there's no headroom, riding off the floodways to your next coup, like we do.
I think something was born out camping? Go decompose.
Why’d you have to get lost out camping? Please come home.
“Be composed” it’s all I know.
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Little Bright
03:17
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My Little Old Me
04:41
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Two hearts speak softly, it makes no sense to me. Feel our lungs concrete - It'll all work out eventually.
Open the doors tear down the blinds. The sun is up just let in some light. He's feeling up then he's feeling blue, here's another track and it's just for you. Now is the time to set the record straight.
How did it come to be you're my only friend? I'm educated but I don't know what you meant. For days running through my head, yeah I'm frustrated to lose my only friend.
What's the name of your favourite song? Is it one we can dance along to? I'll let you know if I like it to. I got some flaws but I'm rarely late, now here's my song to celebrate. Come all for one down to our show.
He's a little lonely. My little old me.
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Western Front
04:07
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All along the Western Front we used to hide we used to hunt, all alone. And I, for one, was not afraid of silly games the wild played, on the western front - let's go.
Liar liar, what have you done? Empty barrels, men forgotten. And everywhere the bullets fly, death and decay fills the sky. I know we tried so hard.
All along the Western Front we used to hide we used to hunt, oh so long ago. Cause I was pushed off the train and onto a boat this was not my idea it was not my fault. There's hell to pay - let's go.
Liar liar, what have you done? Become another man forgotten. And everywhere the bullets fly, death and decay fills the sky. I know we tried. All along the Western Front we used to hide we used to hunt, oh so long ago.
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Poisson Croissant
04:40
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I'll meet all the people that there is to meet, thrown out of my home I'll land upright on my feet. I'll settle this score, I'm never looking back. I'll put in the hours to earn some guy's respect.
Before I see the world I will be too old but my body doesn't care I'll be worth my weight in gold. You and I both we're loose at the seams, caught up in a crowd where heads are higher than our dreams.
But I won't sleep for days. I feel it every time I look to go outside. And my oh my.
We will both be dead when the world comes to an end so send my love to God there's nothing she can mend. It starts in my head and comes racing out my nose, I won't take the bus just to drive you home.
But I don't eat for taste.
It hurts like it did for good measure, if not at all for your drinking pleasure. Maybe this year I'll see it through.
And this is the taste that we look forward to. I'm feeling great well how about you? You and I both, forever seeing white, spend some time to play had you never heard of that?
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Fly like a bird, fight like you train. Make sure it hurts, never take the pain. 'Cause you'll never slow so feel every blow as we slowly run out of time. And the flesh it glows, sweat drips to my toes as we slowly run out of time.
Pull the stitches out one by one we weren't born today so find a way to make them stay.
And I'll never know just how far I'd go, so let my wipe off the grime. Life will never slow, so roll with the blows, 'cause we all run out of time.
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Summer’s just a short time, when you think you will regret it. Distance is a far off place when I’m feeling apologetic. Time’s a thief to some new idea, or when you feel like it’s okay. Cause it’s here I feel so close.
She’s about to lose it, if he don’t pull his weight, but if he don’t think its worth it is it bad for him to wait? Age is a freak for some new found craze, or when I'm freer than a bird - why’s it here I feel so closely about these things?
And its why I need some hell to arise from these notes, yeah we know. And its what I feel when it starts to align with my goals - can we go?
Winter seems a long way, when its your last weekend at home, Easter came way too fast like commitment set in stone. If ever there were some better time, would someone please lecture me, cause it’s here I feel so strongly about these things.
For tragedy comes quicker than we know, so don’t go.
You’ve gone set it off way too soon: bombs dropping away to our moon. You've gone said it all way too soon: guns cocked in the wake of the bloom. Way too soon.
And good god I’m sitting here now, when will this machine plateau? Fly me home.
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Adelaide's premiere happy shoegaze band.
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