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Hey Boy
02:47
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I'm not wanting to think about interruptions
Constantly on a bed on indecision
Wondering what it takes to get my attention
Navigating the waves on indiscretion
Hey boy it's your show time
4am's the pumping nightlife
Come the end of winter
Seasons change my eyes turn dry
Grinding my teeth on dollar coins I found
I do it 'cos it drives you crazy
One day when we're older sister maybe we'll be liberated
From mistakes that I've made
Until then brother I don't see any point in waiting
Faded to grey, are you with me baby
It's hard to see past the horizon
I want a golden sun and a blue sky honey
Can't we dream until it turns into summer
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The Quokka
03:52
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Hey little boy, what you got there?
A small little macropod, so fair
Her little smile's making me sing
I run in a ring
Oh so I don't scare her no
Little quokka
Little quokka
Now, to understand the native quokka's intentions, you must understand these three things true:
1. Sometimes mistaken for a wild cat, or giant rat, the quokka is in fact a species of macropod. A family which includes other Australian marsupials such as kangaroos and wallabies.
2. Vegetarians, the quokka eat a plethora of different types of vegetation. But prefer to eat a small selection of shrubs. Having high water intake requirements, the quokka mainly satisfy their thirst through the vegetation they eat.
3. To access their third eye it's common for the quokka to embark on a journey of spiritual means. While physically this manifests itself in interacting with it's natural habitat, in a more ineffable sense, the quokka spend much time navigating simultaneously celestial and cellular webs of existential transcriptions. While it's not uncommon for the quokka to be found outside it's natural habitat (or as we humans might call it "lost"), there is a sublime justification for every and all of the quokka's decisions, actions and impacts on the world around us. We can only speculate of their reason for choosing earth to reside on during our specie's reign. But I digress. We can only interpret it as a sign to be kind, spend time with purpose, make love, take drugs, hug your parents, complement your friends, and make beautiful memories.
So, little boy.
It looks like it wants you to come over.
Do you want to take it by the hand?
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Fairy Bread Babe
04:39
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Festives undue
You were wearing a party hat, there were presents for me
Come look with me
The mushrooms and bugs I found under the tree
Can I tell you
A secret, promise don't spread it, I think you're pretty
I don't wanna be your friend
At this party
But it might be
Time for me to go
I don't wanna leave just yet
From my party
You just might be
Fairy bread babe
He's here with you
That fucking dickhead I swear I could smack his VB
Origami
The paper we used to play with I threw in the street
Tensions high here
Unless it's an issue we have with us let's just be clear
I don't wanna be your friend
At this party
But it might be
Time for me to go
I don't wanna leave just yet
From my party
You just might be
Fairy bread babe
Fairy bread babe
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Fury
05:12
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Wake the boys, we found her under stars
Quick, the lads, the seas are getting ready to part
Man the decks the captain's unfound
Unless we last the storm here's hoping we quickly drown instead
Of sinking right down to the seabed
And filling our lungs with the lead
Of blood of our men that we shed
I know they think of me when they're angry, baby
I think of them when I'm alone
But hatred keeps the memory at bay, honey
The fury of the boy at his show
Hide away, distract me after dark
To keep the mind from racing honey, I'll need your part
Check the brig, the officer's heard
A faithful ear is now receiving comforting words, I'm scared
You're taking up space in my head
So dependent we are on who said
When I hear that it fills me with dread
I know they think of me when they're angry, baby
I think of them when I'm alone
But hatred keeps the memory at bay, honey
The fury of the boy at his show
I know they think of me when they're angry, baby
I'm thinking of them when I'm alone
I'm bleeding in the blood of our wake, honey
Too many had to die for this show
I know they think of me when they're angry, baby (casualties that we)
I think of them when I'm alone (feed to thee)
But hatred keeps the memory at bay, honey (bodies surrounding)
The fury of the boy at his show (fall in the sea)
I know they think of me when they're angry, baby (casualties that we)
I'm thinking of them when I'm alone (feed to thee)
I'm breathing in the blood of our wake, honey (bodies surrounding)
So many had to die for this show (fall in the sea)
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When It Hits
01:36
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Hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Go to sleepy little baby
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
Bees and butterflies
Flitting round his eyes
Poor little thing is crying
"Mammy"
Go to sleep
Don't you cry
Rest your head upon the clover
Rest your head upon the clover
In your dreams
You shall ride
Whilst your mammy's watching over
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
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Hard thoughts on lately
My feelings, maybe
I'm ruminating crazy
That's thinking of you, lady
Come on boy, it's your show time
Let me see you under the blinding night lights
Come on boy now it's show time
Picture me on top of the city skyline
Lately I've been dreaming
Without thoughts of sense and reason
I can't escape the feeling
This might become so fleeting
Come on boy it's changing season
Past mistakes and leaving meaning
Get up boy dry those eyes
How many more times you gonna try
Caribou
Oh, what I'd sing to you
The corner of my room
The corner of my room
Sit and watch you
Oh, what I'd sing to you
Oh, what I'd sing to you
Oh
Take me back to May
And it's sunny on our birthday
The shapes of thoughts that dictate
How I'd forget to wait
Changing hair on the season
Darker tones for brighter feelings
Colouring away the regrowth
Funny to me that we both
Caribou
Oh, what I'd sing to you
The corner of my room
The corner of my room
Sit and watch you
Oh, what I'd sing to you
Oh, what I'd sing to you
Oh
Hard thoughts on lately
My feelings, maybe
I'm ruminating crazy
But wishing for you lady
Come on boy, it's your show time
Let me see you under the blinding night lights
Come on boy now it's your show time
I'm lost for words I'd use to describe
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8. |
These Blackened Hands
03:49
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In his bedroom
We joked about these lines
A life that draws lovers
Is her heart still achin'
Throbbing joints were
Black hands were mistaken
As my blood exits
Hope your hand can be taken
Can't we
Stay in bed
Can't we
Sleep today
I see fog now
On the Western shore
I'll take those nights more
But sure
They're all around me
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