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The world's most liveable city

by Weekday Wolves

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1.
October is getting closer with each and every second day that you might call, yeah I’d come over; it’s funny how time never goes the way you’d planned now you were just sixteen. And that’s why you worry about everything and everyone but yourself once you’ve realised that you are here not somewhere else. I have no plans for November, or the week before and after that now all the days are shorter than I remember; it's funny how time never goes the way you'd planned now you are older now. And that's why you’ll worry about everything. I had to do it for myself, at least I’ll know that I'm being me not someone else.
2.
9 foot mogul 03:34
Yeah I have got to see her in my room; the only place that I’ll admit to have assumed that, baby I lose. For I seem to find beauty in all space; the kind of stuff that’ll make your heart race, will make you move. I went out; a night out with your friends. I made a mess but then I make amends - it’s all new. I went out to kill time as the morning loomed; more alcohol than I’ll admit to have consumed. Baby I lose. And while the ground beneath bare feet is saying ‘sorry for the heat,’ the sun won’t skip a beat and still won’t say ‘you’re right’ to you. Don’t rely on all those promises you thought I’d kept; I should be up but now I’ve overslept, yeah now it’s noon. What I said was not what I meant; she did not take it as a compliment, it was too soon. And while the ground beneath bare feet is saying ‘sorry for the heat,’ the sun won’t skip a beat and still won’t say ‘you’re right’ to you. There’s something you don’t own; all I say is ‘I won’t go.’ I’ll feel bad either way, just to feel bad at the end of the day.
3.
We might be creatures of our own designs - but get this off my back, and get it off my mind. You say you’re alright, so why should I speak to you? ‘Cause I don't need more friends, than I've already got. She knows no shame, so even sometimes she’ll say, “I need you right now.” She’ll field his pain, reach out her stable hand and won’t think twice. Or once. ‘Cause nothing happens anymore. Did shit ever really happen; was it like this before? Summer’s raining; morning’s come. Would it be better just to run? You say you’re alright - but I didn’t need this, didn’t want this, you’d feel impatient to be a part of this. I feel safe with you, but I’m a world away from you, and you are the best thing that I’ve got. But she knows no shame, sometimes she’ll even say, “I need you right now.” He’ll field his pain, reach out his stable hand and won’t think twice. Or once. Cause nothing happens anymore. Did shit ever really happen; was it like this before? Summer’s raining; morning’s come. Would it be better just to run?
4.
I woke up on the wrong side of my head. I woke up more or less a little lot with no clue. Late last night with someone you'd want to be on time with, I do. Late last night with someone you'd want to be on cue. And while we both know the truth, I needed to hear that from you. They say I haven't got a clue, well baby that would make us two. The world has been holding onto you, now it’s time to pay what’s due. I woke up on the wrong side of my head. I woke up more or less a little lot with no clue. Late last night with some friends you’d want to be alright with, and soon. Late last night with some friends you’d want to be with too. But I've only got one you, and hell there's only one of me too. They say I haven't got a clue, well baby that would make us two. The world has been holding onto you, now it’s time to pay what’s due. If I am wrong, why waste a summer on this song? And through it all, you might have hoped the ground would break my fall. I fell through the pavement, yeah I’ve gone down into the core. ‘Cause I woke up on the wrong side of my head. I woke up more or less a little lot with no clue. But is this how you spend your time? It sure is how I’d want to not spend mine. They say I haven't got a clue, well baby that would make us two.The world has been holding onto you, now it’s time to pay what’s due. And maybe I’m a fool, or maybe I have just fooled you?
5.
I’ve changed my mind so many times, I can’t believe what I said was right. I said ‘the suburb’s looking nice this week; birds are out but the weekend’s feeling bleak.’ Just to feel alright alone when there’s no-one else at home. Don’t get mad, don’t get angry at her. This feeling won’t follow you home. When we get old we’ll lose some friends; I never seem to tie down loose ends. And you’ll be 21 next year; a lot to learn, a whole lot more to fear. Now we are not allowed to miss her. As the light above me is getting dimmer. So be the light on the air you breathe on a frostbitten afternoon; all what’s never going to be my life; be my whole life. Just to feel alright alone when there’s no-one else at home. Don’t get mad, don’t get angry at her. This feeling will feel its way home. No one should have to feel alone. And Adelaide’s looking nice this year, the winter’s cold but the summer’s nearly here. And life’s too short to rock the boat; why bother swim when you can float away?
6.
Faces I recall in places I don’t call my home. People that you meet, the roses on your cheeks now gone. It’s easy to say goodnight, too much to say goodbye for good. When will my luck run out? To watch you gloat, winners glow, now the bar’s set low. To walk you home, winter’s low, I would leave so slow. For there is nothing that I could say, just this MoBo song I reminisce to. But every moment that you’re away, I find it hard not to miss you. I worry that I’ll stutter, worry that they won’t hear me worrying about the future; ‘when will it turn inside of me?’ To watch you gloat, winners glow, now the bar’s set low. To walk you home, winter’s low, I would leave so slow. For there is nothing that I could say, just this MoBo song I reminisce to. But every moment that you’re away, I find it hard not to miss you. So when will my luck run out? No, when will my luck run out? I would go outside but the ground it’s burning. Our future the only thing on this globe not turning. For there is nothing that I could say, just this MoBo song I reminisce to. But every moment that you’re away, I’ll find it hard not to miss you.
7.
It's been a year and twelve months since I told myself we are too far gone for this shit. I’ve been caught up in something I guess; but what was that now? You’re alright ‘till you’re not. It's all good until you feel the rain beating down on the hood of your car as I drive myself home. But what do I know? Why should I go? For you are in my dreams just to make it so hard to stay awake. Like the night where I told you to wait, you’d no idea I felt this way. It’s been an hour and three days since I forgot for a moment you existed in your own right; your own mind, your own house, your old ways. But remember that place? Where we stayed. Where I left but it was too late; crying on the floor like you'd made some mistake. Banging on the door like I were eight; you’d know idea that I felt this way. For you are in my dreams just to make it so hard to be awake. Like the night where I told you to wait, you'd no idea that I felt this way. But shit just don't work out that way. My god, we’ll be okay.

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released April 12, 2018

All songs written and performed by Weekday Wolves. Lyrics written by Elliott Sarre. Recorded and mixed by Jarrad Payne at Wizard Tone Studios, Adelaide, between December 2017 and January 2018. Mastered by Pete Maher Mastering. Cover photography by Cameron Robson.

Elliott Sarre - Guitar, Vocals, Piano.
Matthew Howard - Bass, Vocals.
Huy Pham - Drums, Piano.
Joe Steer - Guitar, Vocals, Trombone.

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