1. |
Luny
02:21
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In dire straits, don't know what to do,
Closing out of death from living in your zoo;
The time is right to write in flux,
Watch the axe fall as Donald ducks.
I'm going,
I'm going now.
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be-
Wobble your head like you just heard something pithy,
The man behind the mask is Alan Smithee;
Do the twist, do the jive, let me know you're alive for now,
The second coming came and he told us not to have a cow.
We're all going,
We're all going down.
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be-
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be back,
Baby be back.
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2. |
Don't Cry, Chérie
03:06
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Did you run out of money? Did The Man get you down?
Did those stupid critics try to run you out of town?
Did you have a bad break-up? Does the weather here suck?
You shouldn't care what they say; no, you should not give a fuck.
Are you going to act? You would look great on the screen,
Does your weird garage-folk no longer fit in the scene?
Was your long-term career heading into the gutter?
Did you realise there's more to life than sex, love and peanut butter?
Don't cry - oh my chérie, how can it be?
Don't cry - mademoiselle, why won't you tell me why you're leaving?
Did it get too depressing living life as a vegan?
Did you make up your mind while watching Sara and Tegan?
Their set was rad - yeah, I saw you in the wings,
No one could ever feel sad watching the Quin sisters sing.
Are you having a baby? Is it boy or a girl?
Are you scared of bringing new life into the world?
Did your ukelele break off one of its strings?
Was it some combination of these disparate things?
Don't cry - oh my chérie, how can it be?
Don't cry - mademoiselle, why won't you tell me why you're leaving?
Don't cry - poor Stéphanie, how can it be?
Don't cry - mademoiselle, why won't you tell me why you're leaving?
Don't cry,
Don't cry,
Don't cry,
Don't cry.
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya,
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya,
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, yaaaaaah.
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3. |
Horsey Come Home
04:08
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You left town, you left home, left the iron on,
Burned a hole in the zoo;
Your mustang, it gallops from sea to shining sea,
But when'll it gallop for me?
When are you coming home?
I wanna see you, I wanna see you,
When are you coming home?
I wanna see you,
And your drummer boy, too.
It's alright, it's okay; you don't have to say,
"They" instead of "she";
It's a new world and a new time; it's no longer a crime,
To love who you want.
But when are you coming home?
I wanna see you, I wanna see you,
When are you coming home?
I wanna see you,
And your drummer boy, too.
Do you know how long you have to go?
Tell me, please, before the crows start falling from the trees.
And when are you coming home?
I wanna see you, I wanna see you,
When are you coming home?
I wanna see you, I wanna see you.
When are you coming home?
I wanna see you, I wanna see you,
When are you coming home?
I wanna see you,
And your drummer boy, too.
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4. |
Witches Of New England
04:15
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Another one,
Holding up a leaf before the sun,
To see the veins.
The olden days,
Coming back to curdle in your blood.
You can't fight back,
With the witches of New England calling you by name;
Just the same,
Take a picture, write a letter, send a postcard in the mail;
All hail the audience,
Audience.
You want it all,
But I'm not made of magic.
In what elusive paradise,
Does this make sense?
You can't fight back,
With the witches of New England calling you by name;
Just the same,
Take a picture, write a letter, send a postcard in the mail;
All hail the audience,
Audience.
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5. |
Roman Candles
04:53
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It's hard to paint winter at night,
When faced with a summer so wet;
I stare at the stars above,
And I see your face, my-
Eyes must be playing peculiar tricks on me:
I know it's Melbourne but Brisbane is all I can see.
Like squatters, we hang around Earth,
Told to take what we want right from-
The day we step blinking, wide-eyed into sunshine,
That streams out of LCD screens.
Roman candles, Goths and Vandals,
All the scandals of our youth;
Raging lava killed your father,
Would you rather it took you?
She's done something with her hair,
It looks great but I can't let her know that I-
Know the real reason she left,
And it had nothing to do with pudding.
You only get one, there's no reason to waste it,
So why would you waste it on me?
Roman candles, Goths and Vandals,
All the scandals of our youth;
Storming horehounds, forty-four rounds,
There are no sounds like the truth.
Wrapped in armour, you can't harm her,
Now I'm calmer - stars above;
Wait, there's still more: Rory Gilmore,
Never found her one true love.
So I melt here alone in my car,
And I wonder who you really think I am;
'Cause homie, there's one thing I've learned:
When you play with fire, you're gunna get wet.
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Go Go Fish Brisbane, Australia
Fossilised indie rock cautionary tale. We played unneccessarily verbose garage pop with boy/girl vocals and a cheap guitar.
(: 2010-2015 :)
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