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Intro
01:31
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The Gutter
02:41
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There’s nothing wrong with the secondary class There’s nothing wrong with the middle class There’s nothing wrong with lower class
The problems lie within the high high class
And when I see it in the secondary class
I will tell you in a sense that doesn’t last
And when the problems come between the people and the streets I will tell you face to face to face to when we meet
I like talking to brick walls
They’re the only ones that listen to my calls Obsessive compulsive disorder
Is like looking at a four leaf clover
And when I see it in the secondary class
I will tell you in a sense that doesn’t last
And when the problems come between the people and the streets I will tell you face to face to face to when we meet
I am sick of waiting
I’m sick of waiting
I’m sick of waiting
I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick
The gutter The gutter The gutter The gutter
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Alternator
03:54
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Early morning, seven in the West End
We about to bounce, miss turn into a bitter end / we’re coming to a bitter end? Two cans of wings, I hate those things
But it will get me by
Now from the start, we drive up to the trash home But this occurrence has brought us to a heavy low I need coffee, nothing can stop me
Oat Cappuccino
Five dull brains, all contained With more info than I’ll know
Salt has risen, thickness in the air Everyone’s at a heavy low
I need an Alternator
Setbacks appear and appear
The lifeline called, they’re almost here The tool on tools thinks he’s the shit
I can’t deny
The streets on streets are all I see We didn’t make it out of the BNE Let me out with necessities
Waste of time
Five dull brains, all contained With more info than I’ll know
Salt has risen, thickness in the air Everyone’s at a heavy low
I need an Alternator
Just wait there, at the side of the road I need an alternator to get me home But how would I know
You see me, without a care Nothing to give nothing to despair I won’t forget,
No
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4. |
Interlude
01:35
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Ward 52. No one’s got the truth
My seat is stone cold pledging for the juice Dripping right down in my canular
The man with moth tats says granular
Pursuit together it was too soon together
With a peace of mind boy don’t give up on luck My muscles and joints burn into the sun
My ears are ringing it can’t bother me enough
Say they’re from the start, but these people broke my heart Cut out the fat, how am I gonna give a fuck
Now it’s, past tense, I’m immune suppressed
I feel this prednisone right beneath my tongue
Pipe down and pull it up all against me Don’t stitch me up and go give me a biopsy I’m four percent off a transplant
Now stab me in my side
And while, I lay down on my back healing these scars
Taller it ascends, I feel like it will never end
And now, I’ll contain this plasma and fill it will (with?) souls that I’ll never learn Well brother think you got it bad I’ll tell you someone’s always got it worse And if I die I’ll see the reason on what has happened to me
I’m on dialysis, pick line to my neck
I see the blood flowing over my fucking chest What a sight right in front of my eyes
But I’m on the valium high
And at the end of the day, why should I complain
The man behind the kit is going through a hell of a strain A shame it’s floating over, restricted and timeless
Reach for the reason, I don’t trust the seasons
But now, I lay down on my back healing these scars
Taller it ascends, I feel like it will never end
And now, I’ll contain this plasma and fill it with souls that I’ll never learn Well brother think you got it bad I’ll tell you someone’s always got it worse And if I die, I’ll see the reason on what has happened to me
This prednisone This prednisone This prednisone With mycophenolate This prednisone This prednisone This prednisone
I don’t know what’s a stake
This prednisone
This prednisone
Ten in a million man I’ll never know This prednisone
This prednisone
Can’t waste no time like what they did More than one standard on the grid I’ll see once, I’ll say it again
Ward 52 is the ward I’m surviving in
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False Narrative
03:14
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To die or survive
Hope, into what I desire
I’ll paint a new picture
More than a new fixture Stick figures, multiple in time
A character to pretend
Dancing with myself again
Selfish, six pills, double dose, my grumbled guilt A false narrative I will try
Let me follow the others Let me follow the others I wanna discover
With my idols above us Let me follow the others Let me follow the others Let me follow the others Ay
We are polar, opposite in radar
I button up my new look, it covers up what I overtook You and me, forever bleed
A long existence, a time sheet
This narrative is a part of me
For no one knows, and only I can see
A character to pretend
Dancing with myself again
I know that new change
Comes new regret on each day
A false narrative I will try
Let me follow the others
Let me follow the others
With my idols above us
I wanna discover
(The fear, the drive, the choice is up to me, a tree so still is all I can perceive, so melancholy, all want, not need, for now)
Let me follow the others
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I don’t want to be idolised
I want to be the person that you see waste away
I want to be a character in the feature film
That slowly slithers away
And when I’m standing there, facing you
I want you to look at me and feel nothing
Because I am nobody
You feel something because of you
Not because of me
I hear what you say
You say I do?
I feel the emptiness of your shallow thoughts
That you create and expect me to do something with Because the key to connection is designed by you And the key to love is happiness
And happiness is found solely within yourself
Don’t desire me
Desire you
Don’t idolise me
Idolise you
Stop. Panic. Stop. Drive. Crash. Die. Stop. Start. Stop. Panic. Stop. Drive. Crash. Die. Stop. Start. Guilt
Guilt
I want to be sad and I want to be sad with you I enjoy the unattainable goal
I’d take someone I love to the Andes
Just so I wouldn’t have to explain it to them We could experience it together
The greater that made itself
And what could I do with anyone
If I couldn’t protect myself
And there’s reasons why I can’t tell you everything It stems from parts of myself
And you should listen to the silence
Listen to your silence
Oh go on I’ll give it a go
Pass me that silly book
I wish this road would last forever
I turn the headlights off
So I can’t see the double lines
I’m driving forever
I’m fogging up the windows
I’m stirring in the guts
It’s raining on my shoulders
And there’s coffee in this cup
Stop. Panic. Stop. Drive. Crash. Die. Stop. Start. Stop. Panic. Stop. Drive. Crash. Die. Stop. Start. Guilt
Guilt
Hell bent on taking it Life
Hell bent on taking it Life
Guilt Guilt
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8. |
Outro
00:46
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dust Newcastle, Australia
A contemporary take on Australian post-punk, characterised by immersive guitars and genre bending instrumentation.
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