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As they walked through the valley of death, through the ruins from pillages of towns and villages,
The crew talked of turning back but the captain knew through lightning crack,
They’re holding out for the big league…
Opposing front bench full of backseat drivers, insulting the attache,
Sweaty suit, gridlock, overnight stop, a chauffeur confession they’ve wasted another day,
They’re holding out for the big league,
Prussia to Russia a problem for a prince, when there’s shelling outside and the core is rotten,
He sits inside and waits for planes to crash, holding out for more than a pat on the bottom,
They’re holding out for the big league
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Heathen Sound
03:18
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A city that won’t be known, rocky mountain picture show,
Be abstained in absentia, section your sister to know what it meant to ya,
Tune into the evening show, coal powered stereo,
Riding coach on the astral plane, don’t you dare mention his name,
Bedside christ to ease the pain,
Heathen sound, walk walk away,
Heathen sound, walk walk away,
Itsy bitsy teeny a wink to show, it’s like the kinda thing you see in movies though,
It looks like something you wouldn’t go, there’ll be a line I hope you know,
Boat fair for dildo’s on the weekend almanack, tail wags the dog and the owners a maniac,
Provoca stretching is in vogue, there’ll be a line I hope you know,
Malkmus Pollard Stipe and Cope,
Heathen Sound, walk walk away…
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Log in to plan the great escape
But there were plains to catch and trails to vape
Bike chain caught in your summer dress
Dig through the skin but there’s nothing there
No, there’s nothing there…
With slippery fingers desperately cling to ceramic hope
The tea and sandwich committee who blames all involved
With dreams to live beyond thunderdome
Where daughters steal and they’re afraid to come home
The pick axe bible won’t go through the skin
And I know that we are not mannikins
No, it’s never mannikins involved
With slippery fingers desperately cling to ceramic hope
The tea and sandwich committee who blames all involved
But I’ll do my best not to ruin your day, as I make my way to the hole
The footsteps of a world on its knees, yeah its gotta eat your soul
You don’t have to jump high if the roof is low, this cramped oddity says so
But I’ll do my best not to ruin your day, as I make my way to the hole
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On the Grid
02:31
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It may seem pedestrian, but I’ll tell ya so,
I don’t luxury in being able to know,
You come into my yard I will not follow you home,
I like to look around a synch with the tone,
Roll call in time, standing in line, empty inside, we all feel fine,
I want to be a tool with limited power,
my only real desire is to earn by the hour,
I want to stand in line and never mouth of,
just keep completing jobs as coins roll into my slot,
I keep on pushing forward, ignoring the pain,
they burn through us so quickly they don’t bother with names,
and even if we’ve known each other right from the start,
I’ll quietly look on as they are sold off for parts,
I don’t want to talk about a plan of attack,
I know that they’ve got groups of people to deal with that,
I don’t want to know what’s happening out my front door,
we’re all in this together but I’m keeping score,
Roll call in time, standing in line, empty inside, we all feel fine,
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Speechless
05:26
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Where they parked their car there was a meth lab,
Knew there was trouble when they poured the slab,
Take part of local history, make it new,
And split it in two,
Can’t find a space, man, day or night,
They’ll squeeze it in even if it’s tight,
Keep turning council tricks until it’s through,
And turn it into,
Capitol gains, and they disperse,
They have improved, they’ve made it worse,
There is one reason why they won’t stay and see it through,
They split it in two,
Where to be found when shit collides,
They’re dining out on the subdivide,
The monument to compromise is due,
They split it in two,
Destroy and make new, transform one into,
Destroy and make new, transform one into,
They’ve got their heads in council thighs,
They’re dining out on the sub divide,
The monument to compromise, F you,
You split it in two,
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Schrodinger's Dad
03:38
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Step for man, you were there, giant leap to only you know where,
Bob Ross, Bon Scott, but you could do better,
Implying you’re the who invented it, assuring that you could’ve prevented it,
You, you’re Schrodinger’s Dad, your cat determines the weather, but…
Who put you so, who put you so alone,
Snapshot of life through the filter of you, wright and wright, but you…
You’re the noise on the skyline, my hand grenade’s caught in your hurricane,
Back seat doctor, timing seek, hindsight cure magnifique, and you…
With burning bush and tune in hand you know, but…
Who put you so, who put you so alone,
Stop looking down, you’ll see the light tonight,
Who put you so, who put you so alone…
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At All
02:46
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In an attempt to make things better, I think we made them suck,
it's hard to see the good for changing, it's all converted pizza hut's,
feeling overdone or past your prime, salad days in the chicken line,
to live your life shining or see the light dying on your living room floor,
but you won't see it clear, you won't see it clear, you won't see at all,
gardeners, mechanics, and Cobain tragics live with choices made,
it is what it is, a spade's a spade, but honking when you're horny doesn't get you laid,
I don't know should we, it can't it could be,. I say boogie you say whoa,
those pity suckers, star crossed bludgers, do not get involved,
but you won't see it clear, you won't see it clear, you won’t see at all...
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Slip up, just one mistake and, dam bursts and the city divides,
Disrupt, distrust, mistaken, the friend you cannot confide,
Sympathetic to the tear it’s making…
Now life’s put on autopilot, by the model planes of aviate,
Chastised by the public jury, consumed to pro create,
In the palms of nasty giants, you’ll rest in peace, and get well soon…
Helium in an old balloon, dead last in the zeppelin race,
All the joy to many millions, strangers to confiscate,
To rest in peace, to get well soon, let the strangers stand on your face,
The dragon slayers must be knighted, now they’re hunting for another pray,
And they’re gone…
Hit the ground, pistol sound and they’re gone,
Laying down as you’re told,
Flee the ward, be mistaken, former love they won’t know it’s you,
So rest in peace, and get well soon…
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These Days
03:09
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These days where I can’t run, length of time you’re back at one,
Days where I don’t know, say goodnight and let it go,
And the days, they settle to their own, problems solved alone,
Then I wake up,
These days that won’t abide, kill the donk and let it glide,
Parts aren’t worth the sum, bain of Trashwood’s favourite son,
And the days, a never-ending song, have we been dying long,
Tears I can wipe off, pray hope, reload, let it go…
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Safer Indoors
09:50
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Even though I’m not involved, it’s lots of fun, I think you still,
If I seem to miss it know, I’m reading slow, I’m climbing hill,
Modesty in my daydream, the future has been solved,
Those who get past the front door, 2, 3, no more, or so I’m told,
It’s sunny outside, I’m safer indoors,
They’re playing outside, I’m safer indoors,
Solitude though joy may bring, I am not beige to your thing,
The walls seem thick from the outside, don’t worry I still hear you sing,
I’ll look for a place to eat, while you look for your health,
And if you say ‘you wanna come?’ I might just say ‘nah I’m cool’
It’s sunny outside, I’m safer indoors,
They’re playing outside, I’m safer indoors,
They’re living outside, I’m safer indoors,
It’s passing me by, I’m safer indoors,
Works for me but, I…
Don’t know better than you though, so…
Let’s meet up in the middle, and…
Reconnect with the world outside,
It’s calm in here down to the letter, you say it’s safe but I know better,
There’s bombing outside, I’m safer indoors,
There’s burning outside, I’m safer indoors,
There’s gun slinging crime, I’m safer indoors,
There’s mortgage subprime, I’m safer indoors…
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Bellissimo Fingers Melbourne, Australia
Independent record label based in Melbourne, Australia
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