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Hey You with the Teeth
00:30
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Fuck you and your smile, surrounded by your friends. To compensate, you put others down again, and again, and again. I pity the fool, this is like school, have you considered the long-term effects? If this is how you derive self-respect then it’s time that you give it a rest. It’s not how you feel, it’s how I feel. You’re the joke and I am still not laughing. It’s not how you feel, it’s how I feel. It’s not based upon intent.
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Better Days
02:47
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Morning has come again, the sun is stabbing me like a maniac, there’s one shoe left on my feet, I need to look for my dignity. So I just keep on and on, one foot in front of the other one, these motions are a lie, there’s no passion in hazy eyes. The feel, the stretch, like a candle running out of length. My god, I’m tired, there’s nothing left of desire. Right here, this sounds, like I shouldn’t have gone out in town, this train is a wreck, services are running at five percent. You can’t say that things will never changeand that we are idiots to dream of better days. You can’t say that things will never change and that we will always be the same that’s pretty lame. Some people have bedroom eyes, mine show a brain cell genocide. I like to watch the sunrise, up drinking from the prior night. The feel, the stretch, like a candle running out of length. My god, I’m tired, there’s nothing left of my desire. My pants are on fire! Put em’ out, put em out, I’ve tried! Is this really what we want, forever stuck on the train that’s all stops. This hole in my heart I fill with single malt, pain gives me something to feel. Maybe just for a bit, we could sit and read, dry out, maybe take some time to take some time. I won’t dry out, won’t let the fun die out. I won’t put a cork in my dreams.
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Endless War
03:00
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We walked out, we pre-drank, the after party ruled us. We snuck in our problems, there was no other option. We made out it's alright, the best years in the gutters. But that’s how I think now, I wish for time to waste. The endless war, time conquers all, the endless war. Life drifts away. The tireless current pulls so strong. I like to float but I wish I’d swum. Awash. Adrift. So many years spent on this raft, rudderless without a path, take my hand we’ll both holdfast.
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Negra Modelo
04:14
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I take the city circle out of town, it goes right the way round. They’re gonna track you down, they’re watching Hayden’s grandma now. The one nine nine’s the party line, I catch it to go out sometimes. They know when you stay out late and if you’ve had a romantic date. A breeze blows the wind, my rights are fluttering, loose connections and signed investigations. This is not the end, this is happening - free to use and free for abuse. You never know about the future, but I think you know that this is just the start. Do you think about the future where the cops know everywhere that you’ve gone and everything you’ve done. Sam sees all. The triple one is a direct run, heading southside. They know you’ve got something to hide, can’t possibly be just to ride. The city glider takes me back, they let you get on the back. They know what time you will arrive, bus timetables they don’t lie. We need to cut and then to suture, privacy acts to protect our future, article 17 ain’t needed to be Australia the free country.
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Viva la resista`nce, Viva liberacion! Eye’n each other like gunfighters, hairs standing on end. A blood red sunset in my hand steadies my nerves, steels my resolve…and then we go! Want not what the want wants! A fight for freedom, but would you know what you were missing if you were never told. Liars, new kings, Capos. A fight for freedom, it’s 24 carat gold, but can you buy the truth if it’s already sold? Arm yourself with knowledge and you can kill ‘em with your voice.
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TV
02:11
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Death, decay, society, more reality programming spreading cancer from the screen, force feed the Aussie dream. You call this shit the news? Breed fear and hate, we persecute. Fear now that you can’t choose. Terror! Terror! Racist flu. Don’t watch it (you watch it, it’s in your fucking head). A corruptible system it can be, taken for granted it’s influence and sway. I used to worry about a buddy falling asleep in front of the telly playing so loudly, listens subliminally to fucking tv evangelists. Tear it down, pull out the plug. Tear it down, just pick up a book. It’s a travesty how money completely has the ability to re-write history to a favourable story, made up all pretty and sold to me as the fucking truth. It’s in your fucking head. Ignorance a glimmering bliss can be smashed apart, disconnected, with a sledgehammer to the set. Your sales pitch is wasted because I am not fucking listening. Tear it down, pull the plug. Tear it down just pick up a book.
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Reggae
02:22
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babylon
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Getaway
03:02
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You hate working, it’s no fun. Slave away the job’s never done. Your boss barks orders and trash while he sits on his big fat arse. You shouldn’t work so hard, you gotta look after your heart. No money, it’s all gone. Nothing left after the bills are done. No rest, working breaks, and for what? No-one appreciates. You shouldn’t work so hard, you need a break, just take a holiday. Gotta getaway, go getaway, gotta get go, go getaway, gotta getaway. Baby, you gotta get away, you cannot take all this every day. There’s nothing left, you don’t detest you gotta pack your working bags and hit the highway for the best. You gotta pack your working bags and hit it.
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Apathy Reigns
03:29
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My life is going nowhere fast, every day the same mundane life eating me away. Getting older all my hopes and dreams are slipping away, a stabbing pain deep inside my chest. Secretly wait for the end, a weight is bearing down on me, escaping perpetual uncertainty. Always following the grain letting life slip away, I need to somehow start clawing it back. All the anger inside, bottled up, waiting to explode. A cold and lonely black hole de-materialising my soul. Insides ripping apart. Despair is killing me. No drive, motivation to succeed. Life won’t wait for anyone, before you know it’s come and gone, so start living each day like your final moments on earth. Apathy reigns down on my life, emptiness rises even more all the time. This indecision has plagued my whole life. Now’s the time to make a change. Now’s the time to take charge of my life.
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Genocia
02:00
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I don’t give a shit about your created market. You’re champing at the bit, to get at the profit. Your business is in death, but you don’t advertise that. As you move in for the kill, a shallow veil of bullshit stories made up can’t hide the shredded paper trails. It’s fucking lies before our eyes, it’s a future just like the past. You can buy polluting rights, a phony market to line pockets. They’ve got the dough, watch them as they go. More cash flow from polluting all the world. Business, vested interest, system glitches, 3rd world misses out on Christmas, dirty bitches, shareholder wishes, blood soaked riches, its got to stop. It hurts my eyes to look at the sky, I cough and they are red & dry. Who said the earth was theirs to sell, if we don’t do something soon it will be hell.
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Blockbuster
03:04
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Matty came over at a quarter to eight, he asked are you keen to go out for a skate? Let’s get fucked I’ve got problems at home and Blockbuster carpark is where we can roam. Stole some beer, some weed, cigarettes and a candle. Sometimes we thought the streets were easier to handle. So many days and night were spent at that place, the cold hard concrete was a truth that we could face. Lower class suburban streets taught us things that only junkies would need. When I look back on those times I should have known that’s the life he would find. Just hanging and passing the time, ain’t hurting no one just trying to survive. Just having fun with our petty crimes. The all-nighters they were really the test. Our few friends knew the score we had with the rest. Please Sophie stay with me if just for one night, with you here it all feels alright. And when its cold and dark, raining on the carpark, finding warmth and shelter in a silver goon bag. Or running and hiding from gangs that want to bash us, just for being different or just for being there. Waiting and wondering if they will come back with their big black bats. No money and no hope, just trying to cope.
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Song 3
02:58
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Millions of people, homeless people, the whole world round, with no hope who can’t cope, they just mope, who cannot or will not be part of your fucking system are quietly blown from history. Hurtfully glare with judging eyes at the pleading with their look of despair, you don’t care, contempt at the unkempt, who won’t obey or listen to you are quietly blown to bits, yeah. Litigating Lives. No Shelter. Mitigating Cries. Billions you blow. Decrease welfare, look after who you know. Billions you blow. Shut down programs, bandaids are the go.
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Bottlenecking
02:56
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I should be writing hooks but instead I am reading books. I bet you thought that the seas would part after all the time it took. Well I’ve been on the wagon, fell off, got on again. It’s a perpetual and vicious cycle to drown yourself in good health. Running, hiding. If I can’t remember, it didn’t happen. Running, hiding. Mature solutions to matured problems. It’s a force like perpetual motion, the pull gets stronger, the voice gets louder. It’s out of control like a locomotive, I stoke the fire until it’s full steaming. Reaching out, we fall back down. Reaching out, to drown it out. Always reaching out. A dulled pain, it pours away.
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Changes
02:11
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Takes all your heart, you give it up and go towards the light, and you can’t think and you can’t breathe, and you can’t speak and you just scream from the nightmares that fill your dreams with death. You drink yourself to sleep it seems to close your mind so you can’t see the fear and dark surrounding changes to unquestioning belief. Feed the wolves and save the sheep, your head in clouds with wordless dreams, hold your breath, dive in the sea. Changes. Now what you thought could be wrong, and all your bridges burnt down, and all your plans have just gone straight down the fucking drain. Well what’s this mean for me? More woes. So keep busy like a bee, it won’t show. Change like the wind and blow away again. The answer can't be found in another trend. Change like the wind and blow away again. Just look them in the eye. Changes. The resolution to the suffering is death. Sweet death. Hold your breath, dive in the sea of certain uncertainty.
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forty five Brisbane, Australia
burning with the intensity of six billion suns, we are four guys who have been playing music for some time and go alright at it. We like fast catchy songs and try to put that along with socially aware lyrics. Most of it is about drinking though, alcoholism and self loathing <3. ... more
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