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City Limits
02:38
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Hey, everybody I know
Air conditioning for the new trench coat
Salivating on the beach side walk
April weather stays as dry as a bone
Asian grocers with bohemian doors
Student placements run the new hospitals
Traffics shit between 2:30 and 4
Half a thousand heads all lined up in rows
We’re gonna redefine the borders (of the city limits)
We’re gonna excavate the tourists (of the city limits)
Authenticate the forests (of the city limits)
We’re gonna circumvent the walls
Alka-Seltzer mixed with crushed up Nodoze
Sunday breakfast with the boys at the bowls
Heats up quickly when we’re in summer months
Three day weekdays follow four day benders
Hey, everybody I know
Air conditioning for the new trench coat
Salivating on the beach side walk
April weather stays as dry as a bone
We’re gonna redefine the borders (of the city limits)
We’re gonna excavate the tourists (of the city limits)
Authenticate the forests (of the city limits)
We’re gonna circumvent the walls
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2. |
Perfection
01:34
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Peaking to perfection
Holding every little obsession
Standing close with overachievers
Faulting over and over and over
Faceless monsters of invention
Can’t be quoted, only mentioned
Charming locals over Brisbane
Unconcerned with your opinion
Speaking slowly aim for another week
Speaking slowly aim for another week
Dressed and failing to impress
With pockets full of mints and meds
Entailing preamble of success
They say the door is always open
Social boundaries lost to distance
Staring phone screens on the toilet
Fill up winter morning rituals
Faces sounding flushed and pointless
Speaking slowly aim for another week
Speaking slowly aim for another week
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3. |
For The Weekend
03:06
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Open up the door, walk outside to take the trash out,
And I know, I won’t have to talk to anybody,
I would know, they have gone for the summer,
For the weekend, for the year, forever
And see this place is mine, with a bed,
And the dresser, and the bathroom and a wall full of records
Open up the door, let the light in,
I haven’t seen it for a long long time.
In the front seat you would go, and we stop
Near the corner of the road of the fish and chips apartment
I screamed songs till I got bored, researched singers and their bands,
Read the lyrics till they finally lost their meaning
Walk determined on the phone, with the sun its only you,
It’s only you, we made such a mess together
Open up the door, let the light in,
We made such a we made such a mess together
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4. |
Balmain
05:30
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And I’ll tell you I don’t think that it is just quite the same,
With the potholes and drains, and the concrete
Why’d you move there
Driving west to Balmain, where the church hasn’t aged,
And the roads are reminiscent of a South Brisbane plane
Where you heading
And my social life has turned into a booming middle class,
Like an assortment of egos without boundaries
Why’d you go there
The us vs them mentality is as strong as bone,
With a handful of singers with mournful tones
Wait a minute now
(We’re gonna head to the chorus, are you ready?)
And when you’re done trying
You better get right off the road
Until you’ve decided
Who you’ll be, that’s good to know
There’s carbon on the table from an inefficient flame,
There’s an old wooden box you kept for years,
How you feeling
There’s a coffee on the staircase looking about 3 days old,
And half filled cups of pinot noir.
And backie bongs
And when you say it, when you say it, when you say it, when you say it all wrong.
You’ve decided, you’ve decided, you’ve decided you can do it no wrong.
Oh and it’s worth repeating
And when you’re done driving
You better get right off the road
Until you’ve decided
Who you’ll be, that’s good to know
And I’ll tell you I don’t think that it is just quite the same,
With the clothes, the music, and all the coffee shops
Why’d you move here
Driving west to Balmain…
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5. |
Sunny Young Boy
02:26
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6. |
Elephant Rock
06:05
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And as we lined up at the parade,
The 1st time I’ve seen you in days
The trumpeters cry, while the sun begins to rise above Elephant Rock late April
Summers longer than we all imagined
The ocean freeze only starts in May
My shoes begin to wear and my shins splint again, we should’ve rented a holiday
I start to leave before dawn mid June
Where the shower fills steam in the room
The 6:49 is a friend that I hate, I’ve seen him more and more frequently of late
Realistically its not that cold
I sleep within the library walls
And my laptop runs flat from the songs that I have and the tales from New York City
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And for the days that I may have free
I’ll work with colleagues who don’t greet me
Except a rudimentary smile with a silence in between this isn’t comfortable for you or me.
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Haven’t seen you in about a week
But we text very occasionally
My bed is getting cold and my sheets aren’t getting washed, we haven’t been functioning properly
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As you pull beside the road,
And opened the door to let the wind blow
And you told me to smile put my hands by my side, accept the things are there and the fault is not mine.
While my small hands shake and sway
Like a storm on a hill except it’s all in my brain
And the picture it frayed with an anger it stayed like a business man scarred, small and hopelessly late.
Until your eyes they turn face down
I’m a desperate companion, I’m an obvious clown
There’s no accidents preceding, no warped sense of faith, Ill cut thorns from the bush, I’ll cut everyone away
From the bottom of a swimming pool
I exhaled my breath swiftly, stayed as low as I could
And wait for cool winter sleep ins, or warm summer nights, and the long boring hours between every fun time
~
And maybe we could talk about the things that we have done in the past week,
when I haven’t seen you.
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7. |
Uptight
03:38
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The logic it was flawed
You didn’t need nobody to tell you
Overwhelmed by the coming day
Or the fact you left your keys in the front door
Boredom, comfort food and pay
Overstaying everyone’s welcome
Descriptive, idealistic ways
You talk about your stylish apartment
In calm, unpredictable,
Passive self destructive moods
You travelled, half around the world
Just to validate what’s already known
It’s authentic, irreplaceable
But you’d never buy it for yourself
It’s autonomous and relatable,
To you but not to anyone else
You sit at home, watch the news
Try and make some sense of it all
A self taught intellectual
But you don’t have anybody to call
you’re uptight
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