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Melbourne Bitter
02:03
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We'll never work in this town again
As if we ever did
It's been nothing but days off sick
Sweating out
That old familiar fever
That cold familiar shiver
But we've never felt better
Under the weather
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2. |
Threads
03:36
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I am condemned
to a tangle of loose ends
None of this is at all how I pictured it
in my head
When I stitched us together
and I tore you to shreds
These threads
We’re slowly unravelling
You can’t always be
so torn in two
I’m holding on to every breath I have left
In a diving bell beneath a nervous wreck
I'm coughing up all the gut feelings
I couldn’t stomach any longer
And they say...
If you’re gonna write
Then you write what you know
All too well
So here’s one all about running
too hard and too fast
And burning out real slow
We’re burning
I’ve been coughing up all the gut feelings
I couldn’t stomach any longer
Now I’m so sick of giving up
If you’re gonna write
Then you write what you know
All too well
We were running too hard and too fast
We’re burning now real slow
We’re burning
We're burning
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3. |
Destructive Summer
03:43
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Lately I’m hearing something
It’s drifting in and out of phase
Fragments of a conversation
From years ago, louder today
What have we dragged here that matters now?
Got nothing new to talk about
I’ll let that wake up call ring out
When I check out
Yeah I think I can hear something
Who has time made fools of now?
Everyone I know in this town
Now I don’t know if I’d even make
The bathroom wall
All I am now is more of the same
Ashtray-eyes, gutter-lungs, and stormwater-veins
Draining out north-east of everything
I’m just flooding out fires
That just might’ve raged
on and on and on and on
and I
and I
I can’t sweat you out
When it’s getting colder every night
I’ve spent summers worth the forgetting
But I will remember it all this time
Remember it all
Remember it all
Feel your head burning up
Like we’re in high-summer still
Tie your wrists with fairy lights
Running up the power bill
Yeah we’ve got our reasons to stay
And our reasons to leave
And a fever-dream of a history
Isn’t it just so sea-sickening, all the things that we find that we can’t ever keep?
It goes on and on
and on and on
And I
I can’t sweat you out
When it’s getting colder
I’ve spent summers worth the forgetting
But I will remember it all this time
Remember it all
Remember it all
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4. |
Special
04:10
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I’ve got a dream where
A comfortable muzzle
Cool and calm makes a mess
Of my temples
If you could just see the inside
Of my skull
It would explain it all
When I get up the nerve
And feel by surging worth
Like petrol burning in my veins
A certain cure for all my shakes
I’m taking you with me
By the wrist
For the rest of whatever all this is
Until then we’ve gotta wake up
Early in the mourning
We’ve been fighting fire with gasoline
And now we’re burning alive
Come on, come on
We’ve got the rest of our lives
To find out how time flies
when you’re running
There must have been a heavy
hang to the air in that forest
There’s gotta be a clue I can
make sense of in the trees
Do the dead miss us?
Are they whispering in your ear?
From some other place
Not too far away
Screaming come on, come on
Wake up, wake up
We’ve been fighting fire with gasoline
And now we’re burning alive
Come on, come on
We’ve got the rest of our lives
To find out how time flies
when you’re running
And I’m not special
but it’s fun to pretend
That I’m the only poor fucker
contemplating the end
on the first day of the financial calendar
And you’re not special
but it’s nice to pretend
That you’re the only light sleeper
trying to wake up the dead
every morning at 12:01AM
Just to spend every minute
of one more day with them
I understand that I’ll never understand
I understand
I'll never quite understand
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Bitter Lakes Melbourne, Australia
We're not happy 'till you're not happy
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