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Flood The Tamar
02:41
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The night takes the weight of the past day
As I wander streets that I don’t know the names of
Above me is empty black, in front buildings of grey
The street lights attack the milky way
And the blackened sky reminds me of the countless nights spent lying on the balcony
With the best of company
A beer or 12, a deck of cards, my blurry vision brings out the stars
hidden by the city lights
We look over a river of mud
I silently will it to flood
And when the levee breaks and the town drowns
The balcony will keep us safe and sound
And we’ll never have to go back down there ever again
All anyone in this town wants to do is leave
I say we stay and claim it as our own
We could tear this whole place down
And build it up into a brand new home
And where is the love? Certainly not here
One by one all my old friends disappear
Running away for jobs we need but don’t want
So let’s fucking drown the whole fucking lot
Play drinking games until the town is gone
We'll discuss what we knew all along
Our greatest friendships are built upon
Happenstance and alcohol
We look over a river of mud
I silently will it to flood
When the levee breaks and the town drowns
The balcony will keep us safe and sound
We’ll never have to go back down there ever again
No we’ll just get drunk up here instead
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2. |
I'm Shit At Apologies
04:17
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I was ready for your party
I had hardly seen you in the past 12 months
I was busy fucking up my life and getting drunk
Then I turned on my phone and I heard about what had happened
Your boyfriend told me, all he could say was
There’d been an accident and you definitely were not okay
And I’ll be honest it didn’t hit me as hard as it should have
It didn’t even make me cry because I had pretty much said goodbye over a year ago
And the distance gets greater
I feel like a traitor
See you on Facebook think I’ll talk to you later
It’s hard to find the time when all we have is memories of a high school life
And I talked to your mother after another
Half-assed attempt at being your brother again
I’m just way too obsessed with the bullshit in my own head
But sis you know I still love you
I just wanna be family again
So if you let me lean on you one last time
I’ll be there if you ever need a crutch again
When you finally got out you slapped me in the mouth
Then you hugged me and screamed “where the fuck have you been?”
And I didn’t have an answer
So I just brushed you aside
And the distance gets greater
I feel like a traitor
See you on Facebook think I’ll talk to you later
It’s hard to find the time when all we have is memories of a high school life
And I talked to your mother after another
Half-assed attempt at being your brother again
I’m just way too obsessed with the bullshit in my own head
But sis you know I still love you
I just wanna be family again
So if you let me lean on you one last time
I’ll be there if you ever need a crutch again
And I didn’t visit your hospital bed
I’m so sorry but I was scared of what I’d see
But when I found out you could walk again
I swear it was the happiest I’d ever been
And the distance gets greater
I feel like a traitor
See you on Facebook think I’ll talk to you later
It’s hard to find the time when all we have is memories of a high school life
And I talked to your mother after another
Half-assed attempt at being your brother again
I’m just way too obsessed with the bullshit in my own head
But sis you know I still love you
I just wanna be family again
So if you let me lean on you one last time
I’ll be there if you ever need a crutch again
I’ll be there if you ever need me again
No I won’t disappear again
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3. |
Barbed Wire Fence
04:32
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I’m afraid to look out my window
And see the world staring back at me
The light it burns my eyes
Through the glass I don’t dare to see
So I'll just stay inside
Keep the curtains as closed as my mind
The television screen beams
Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to be free?
Remember when you said wanted to be free, my friend?
I show you my songs
You’ll tell me not to yell so loud
Well are you proud of me now?
Are you fucking proud of me now?
Remember when you said
You wanted to be free my friend?
It’s their prison or your own
At least out there you’re not on your own
It’s all in your head
The barbed wire fence you've built
It isn’t there
‘Cause I’m sick of being the guy
Who’s the first to say something but the last to act on his words
And I guess these songs let me do just that
But I swear that’s gonna change soon
So let’s tell it how it is
The day I claimed freedom was the day that I gave up
‘Cause I ain’t fighting for anything
When it takes 2 hours just to wake up
And 18 years ago, to that very day
I was born to a loving mother and some prick who ran away
And it didn’t take me long to figure out
That choosing who you want around is what family’s all about
Remember when you said
You wanted to be free my friend?
It’s their prison or your own
At least out there you’re not on your own
It’s all in your head
The barbed wire fence you've built
It isn’t there
It isn’t there
It’s just a
Bottle of whiskey that you’ve sipped back
A bullshit system that you just can’t hack
You can run but you’ll always come back
You’ll never be brave enough to make an attack so
Call up your friends
Spend all your money
They’ll laugh at your jokes
As if they’re really funny
Down a few beers and play a few games
Distract yourself from what really lies in your brain
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S.L.S
02:19
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This bloke in City Park, he turns to me
He says “You know this place ain’t what it used to be”
I tell him, “Man, I don’t know what to say,
I was born in ’95, I haven’t known it any other way”
Well it turns out, he had no account
Of what life was like back then
And it seems like everyone around today
Has nothing good to say about Launceston
And just sometimes, you know I feel the same
But please don’t think I mean to complain
We could make this more than just another city
But I’m not quite sure if that still interests me or anyone around here at all
Most of the time, the people seem alright
When I stay locked up in my room or go to shows every night
Don’t need a car, I’ll walk to where I need to be
Ignore the people and places that can’t seem to leave me be
There’s a bunch of kids spoiling for a fight
They make fun of the walking man, that’s not very nice
All the franchise stores only grow stronger
I find myself buying more than I wanna
This place means nothing, nothing to me
Yet I doubt I’ll ever leave
Maybe one day we’ll see
What community really means
This place means nothing, nothing to me
I find it hard to believe
That one day we’ll see
What community really means
Until that day this is just another city
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Look me in the fucking eye and tell me
that working for millionaires
in exchange for minimum wage
is a fucking privilege
I’ll be okay
I won’t ever have a job like that
Or at least I hope not
And I buy whiskey with money from the government
‘Cause they don’t give me enough to pay any rent
So I sit in my grandmother’s house and write stupid fucking songs
I only hope I get to do it somewhere else tomorrow
And I insist
This life is a life worth living
So close to freedom I can taste it on my lips
This is all I’ve ever wanted
To stand in a room
And shout along to my thoughts just like this
I apply for jobs to get everyone off my back
But if I ever actually get one I have no idea what I’d do
I’m not lazy I’m just doing what I want to
So why aren’t you
Trying to make something more of your life
Life is what you prevent them from making it
I know it’s hard
I may not feed myself with this guitar
But if I end up sleeping next to it
On the tracks out by the showgrounds
That’s fine by me
So what am I supposed to do
When the world pushes me away
And tells me that I’m the one to blame?
So what are we supposed to do
When the world pushes us away
And tells us we’re the ones everyone should blame?
So what am I supposed to do
When the world pushes me away
And tells me I’m the one to blame?
Well I’m not going to live in their cage
So put me in a van
There’s gotta be a way
For me to escape
A life as a slave
Maybe I’ll write some songs
That people wanna pay for
Save up some change
For food every day
And enough left over
For me to make my way
To the next place
A life on the run is better than the one they have for me here
And I swear
This life is a life worth living
And I’m so close
So fucking close to being free
Working in a bank was never an option
It’s not a matter of choice for me
This is the only way of life for me
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BrodyGreg Melbourne, Australia
I play chords and swear about things.
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