1. |
Point No Point
03:00
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You’ve no conclusion but confusion,
In a state of dissolution,
Making promises, breaking promises,
To yourself.
Toast your health, I hear you’ve lost your sense of self,
You won’t find it in cash wealth,
Or by being someone else so teach yourself.
The difference between you and I,
So you won’t fuck up those words when you lie.
Teach yourself, the lines,
You’ve scripted in the night, so no one can tell,
No one can tell you’ve come from hell.
Full of mistrust you’re acting tough,
Trying to keep your head above,
Water fills your lungs but that’s, not good enough.
Trying to keep your feet on sand,
Currents are diminishing current plans,
There’s an iceberg ahead, keep the course you’ve always kept,
Don’t trust yourself.
Or the difference between you and I,
Subtle differences they’re always, hardest to find.
Tiptoe the line, say you’re fine, the worst always claim they’re well,
So no one can tell, no one can tell they’ve come from hell.
And I’ve seen, track marks breeding.
Oh I’ve seen, kids arms bleeding.
I’ve seen the best of us knocked out,
And taken by self doubt.
And buried in the ground what’s that about?
And buried in the ground what’s that about?
So break away, live another day,
Come what may, oh come what fucking may
I believe in you.
You know you should too, you got a friend in me,
And I in you, a friend in me, and I in you.
You got a friend in me, a friend in me and I in you.
And I in you.
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2. |
Penrith
02:14
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Here’s to the suburbs, of Western Sydney,
Those years that took the worst of me, made them something pretty.
It’s not so wrong the way I live, it’s not so wrong the way you live,
If we live together, we’ll all suffer much better.
When it was up to me I chose a change of scenery,
I flew west with best intentions, made the most of new consequences.
In my defense I’m building fences, sun’s almost set I’m feeling restless,
Property lines sure seem senseless, I just need a place to sit.
And rest a young bored mind, not borderline,
Diagnose by biased minds, pharmacies can buy,
When all men have a price, we decline,
Devalue human life.
Whenever it’s up to me, I’ll opt for the change of scenery,
It’s not life gets the best of me, I’m not getting the best of it.
Sometimes I’m bored sometimes I’m sad, sometimes the universe understands,
Sometimes it don’t I’m not mad, I’ll get the best of it.
God won’t speak through my guitar, I am not Jerry Garcia,
I have lived a life too far, away from signs, I’d deem clear,
I found clues amongst the news, there was life in chords and rhythm,
Six steel strings, words to sing, is all we need, to build heaven.
To the suburbs, of Western Sydney.
Those years that took the best of me, and made them something pretty,
To the suburbs, of Western Sydney
Those years that took the worst of me, showed me there’s nothing here left at,
Rock bottom for me.
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3. |
Kings
02:25
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We’re losing we’re losing, compulsory consuming,
It’s our way of, it’s just our way of,
Avoiding, destroying, what’s actually important,
More than products, we’re more than products.
Trading in assembling minds for assembly lines assembling,
Our demise I’m petrified, honestly it’s no surprise,
Suicide the global kind, virus violating the hive mind,
Advertise advertise, you too can create, truth from lies.
So free me, yeah free me, I want to think more clearly,
You’ve got a conscience, take that in solace,
Can’t buy me, meaning, or sell me discounted definition,
Self validation, exceeds obsession.
Get paid upgrade the chains that weigh you down each day that’s not insane,
Shackled feet, obsolete, don’t need a crystal ball to see,
Future’s paid by you you’ll see, sponsored by your tendencies,
Buy your way to your feelings, long live those slaved consumer kings.
Long live the slaved, consumer kings,
Owned by all their own owning,
Long live the slaved, consumer kings,
Owed by all, and everything.
Long live the slaved, consumer kings,
Long live the slaved, consumer kings,
Long live the slaved, consumer kings,
Owned by all, and everything.
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4. |
33
01:57
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You’re always looking over, everyone else’s shoulders,
Eye’s caught by chaos we can’t see,
Your world is almost over, your fault for being sober,
Drowning in bottles not the sea.
No light of the situation, not scared of expectation,
Churchill if he shot that shit all day.
But I once was told, you can’t fight, getting old,
I know you’re trying every single day,
And if, comforts a sin will Hell let, those punk monks in,
While we suffer in paradise, cause the fuckers let the next door junkies in,
Stop pretending to be cursed, know damn well it’s not the worst,
At least you’re breathing.
Ignorance is blissfulness invisible to indifference,
If you want me I’ll be a step away,
From the world and all its problems, because most just aren’t worth solving
And the real ones get ignored anyway,
I used to undermine humankind there was no real reason why,
I shouldn’t when they refused to change,
So I turned my head, then I fled, left everyone else for dead,
Thought my life was saved but it.
Turns out existence is overrated,
And most debated but it’s never complicated,
Let’s get high and celebrate it,
I’ll bet that caterpillar’s ready to die,
No idea of butterflies, when he builds,
His cocoon he calls a coffin,
So fucking what.
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5. |
Highpoint
02:00
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I find the lessons hard to swallow, when the shadows only show up,
In the quiet I get tired, so I’ll just learn to swallow,
Days are hard the liquors harder, nights are calm the storms begun,
In the morning I’ll be sober, give it time, won’t be long.
And it’s not that hard to breath, why does it labour me?
Feelings hard but quittings harder, and I’m stuck here in between
For the record there’s a debt owed to all of us,
It’s lost, to a passionate good enough,
Our days are numbered, they’re not over,
You doing this alone? I ain't doing it sober.
And it’s not that hard to breath, why does it labour me?
Feelings hard but quittings harder, and I’m stuck here in between
Oh I know that we’re nothing, that doesn’t mean shit,
Purpose ain’t owed or designated, it’s born from minds, let’s create it,
It’s born from minds let’s fucking create it.
And take back that debt that’s owed to all of us.
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