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Doomsday Ballet

by Bad//Dreems

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1.
Morning Rain 03:13
People are stupid People go around Fanning the flames while their houses burn down I slipped on the phone I told you my name You were the morning, and I was the rain People are changing But I haven’t changed Since you were the morning and I was the rain You were the morning And I was the rain I saw the last war A good episode A fantastic performance but the players were jokes I am a dilettante Hedging my bets When I should be out there wringing their necks Since you were the morning and I was the rain You were the morning And I was the rain You were the pressure, and I was the pain You were the morning And I was the rain Take any number, more of the same You were the morning and I was the rain Take any number, it’s more of the same Because you were the morning and I was the rain Show me, morning, rain Take any number, more of the same You were the morning and I was the rain Take any number, it’s more of the same Because you were the morning and I was the rain Add up the losses, choose any game You were the morning and I was the rain Shit never changes, it’s more of the same Since you were the morning and I was the rain
2.
Piss Christ 01:59
La di dee La di day Im scared of the USA Hide hide hideho I’ve got no place left to go I don’t need you Piss Christ! Fe fi fo, fe fi fum Smell the blood of Americans Obla di obla da Don’t believe a thing you say I don’t need you Piss Christ! They made arrangements to build a wall They made arrangements to kill them all I don’t need you Piss Christ! I’m a Piss Christ! He’s a Piss Christ! She’s a Piss Christ! I got a Piss Christ!
3.
Sonny 03:26
Sonny I don’t know what’s right I feel I’m dying all the time They’re calling for you down the line Bring the bastards home on time Saw you on the mountain Saw you on the hill Saw you by the wishing well Saw you by the river Saw you on the bridge Sonny go and ring that bell Sonny I don’t know what’s right I feel I’m dying all the time Please me, please me, before I go Lead me down the line Isolation in your bed Isolate my mind Saw you on the mountain Saw you on the hill Saw you by the wishing well Saw you by the river Saw you on the bridge Sonny go and ring that bell Isolation, in my mind Isolation, down the line Isolation, in my mind Isolation, down the line Sonny I don’t know what’s right I feel I’m dying all the time They’re calling for you down the line Bring the bastards home on time
4.
Woke up early this morning To find out I wasn’t woke at all So I drove to work in my big black hearse And parked my privilege down the hall It’s a ribald intervention And Samson killed the lion They asked me for my pronoun I sang me, myself and I Double Dreaming There’s no atheists in foxholes He said as he shook my hand And then his chest exploded, and his arms blew off and his head rolled across the sand I found a sickly donkey And I rode right into town I confessed my sins to the local drunk While the sun was going down I confessed my sins to the local drunk While the sun was going down Break down the animals Shake down the undergrowth Double Dreaming
5.
Making my way down Thought I had it figured out But the city keeps on changing Everything is rearranged I can see the red soil I can smell the bloodwood burning I’m going back to Harry’s Station Right back to Harry’s Station I never did want for much But I crumble under your touch It all seems so far away Just a dream of yesterday Holy ghost in grandma’s house Cool breeze heading in from the south I’m going back to Harry’s Station Right back to Harry’s Station It’s alright, I was only thinking of you Until I shot through I didn’t know what to do I’ve been making my way back Chasing the dirt track Chasing my salvation Right back to Harry’s Station Back to Harry’s Station So, let it rain Lay it all on me I’m coming home I’m coming home Harry
6.
Cannonball 04:20
I can sleep for days I could hide away Never have to say Boss is on the radio He keeps calling but he can’t get through I put the Triffids on the stereo Feel a whole lot better Oh, anything you say Throw it all away Back to yesterday Because I’ve been wondering What it’s like to know it all There’re just not enough hours I’m a cannonball Time after, time after, time after time Just want to know it all I’m a cannonball The sky is an anvil Stretches out across my mind Can’t get around it Gotta’ stay right under The boss is on the radio And I’m a shadow on a lonely stretch But there’s a crack of light in everything That I should paint right over Time after, time after, time after time Just want to know it all I’m a cannonball I’m a cannonball I’m a cannonball Boss is on the radio He keeps calling but he can’t get through I put the Triffids on the stereo Feel a whole lot better
7.
Salad 03:15
No empathy inside of me I turn the page, staring at the screen American carnage and a taste for the sordid, I asked for chaos but I only got order I can’t dance I can’t cum in the shower I sleep for days and I don’t get paid Another fucken playlist curated for the beige.. I fell asleep in the knacker’s yard Identity politics and a cruise guided missile Straight to the heart of the matter of fact I had a bender for 7 days, Richard Wilkins was there and his face melted off The war is boring and you’re boring too Wrap your dick around a Coke can, give them a run for your money Now I’m a creature of my southern comfort No way, get fucked, fuck off! Live and die in the public eye, you body shame me until I swallow my pride I give you all what you wanted of me But you don’t win friends with salad anymore I broke the city with a knife in your lumber.. I’m sunbaking on a feral beach Sitting in a drunk tank on Melbourne Street Put your tips in early and the beers are free Life and death in the public mess Moral porno on the TV screen I drew the short straw if you know what I mean Red top, hunt em’ down, mean machine Back and forth since ‘77 I was looking for hell but I only found heaven Up down and around and around Now the mighty have fallen with their feet on the ground My words are your words Your words are my words
8.
I never really want to go Back down to Sally’s place She, she had everything I need Wrapped in her warm embrace I didn’t have to go It doesn’t make it right Don’t care about tomorrow Or the coming of the night She doesn’t care for you She doesn’t care for me She won’t be there tomorrow She’s not there when I’m in need Here we go again I’m back home with all my friends And we go down Back down to Sally’s Place Don’t think about tomorrow You can beg and steal or borrow So you can stay Stay here at Sally’s Place I try to run the other way I’m running a losing race Let myself go back again Back here at Sally’s Place I didn’t have to go It doesn’t make it right Don’t care about tomorrow Or the coming of the night She doesn’t care for you She doesn’t care for me She won’t be there tomorrow She’s only there when I’m in need Here we again I’m back home with all my friends And we go down Back down to Sally’s Place Don’t think about tomorrow You can beg and steal or borrow So you can stay Stay here at Sally’s Place
9.
Low Life 02:52
Have you heard the winner? A real humdinger He’s banging on the gallows like a chimpanzee Oh yeah, I seen that fella A real bottom dweller A write up in the news like a lowlife, see? Punch in, punch out Clock in, clock out Blood in, Blood out I’m a low life Have you heard the truncheon? A real good hitter Swinging like a poll on election day Oh yeah, I’ve got the gumption I’m no fence sitter I’ll swing it while I wing it what you got to say? Punch in, punch out Clock in, clock out Blood in, Blood out I’m a lowlife and I’m sky high I got bent round like metal And I’m as grounded as the moon I don’t mind the violence I just seem a bit confused I’m an anachronism So my daughter says have you seen the state of the news? what happened to your values? Punch in, punch out Clock in, clock out Blood in, Blood out 123 is what they didn’t teach me, as you can see. I was blinded I was out of my mind I’m a clock in, clocking’ out, Punch on in and punch on out, Dying breed, spread my seed, Crush it into chicken feed The modern age, it got me as well And now I’m tied up, sinking fast Straight down to hell Now look at me, tell me what do you see I’m just a god damn lowlife like you want me to be I’m a lowlife baby.
10.
Northern 04:17
Got myself undone I spent two weeks on the run Bought some crystal had some fun Just like we used to do Stole a car and drove down south To my mother’s boyfriends house Came down for three days on the couch Just like she used to do I Woke up alone In the distance there’s a phone In my heart a sinking stone So, get me out of here She told me I couldn’t stay Said I’d just get in the way Of her and the old man And their new kids Told them they could go get fucked Bought a knife for fifteen bucks From the K-Mart down at Tea Tree Gully mall Midnight Blue, in my room La’s Spent the day getting high Felt so lonesome I could cry Bussing round and round the northern city heat Saw the Smoke-mart down the street Took the knife in there with me All I got was eighty bucks and Winfield blues Midnight blue, in my room La’s Sat there waiting for the cops On the footpath by the shops All the cars just kept staring as they passed by Send my love to all the boys You know that I had no choice In my dreams I hear your voice I know it’s right Midnight Blue, in my room La’s
11.
Younger 04:12
When I was young I used to wonder What the fuss was all about I never had a head for numbers But I tried to work it out I woke up early on the weekend To play football for the coach I never thought about the future I guess that’s what I miss the most I’d lie awake in summer dreaming Of all the girls I hardly knew Spend all day down at the Grinch house Burying bottles in the dunes I stared in wide eyed wonder As the parts were handed out And everything had meaning There were never any doubts La La’s I don’t know why we can’t get along I don’t know where all the time has gone Now the world is burning slowly And no one seems to give a damn I’ve got the backlash blues I’ll stick my head right in the sand Now I just keep from going under Swimming hard against the rip Try my best to keep a balance I know one day I’m gonna tip I don’t know why we can’t get along I don’t know where all the time has gone Head of memories, life becomes the sea Walk on
12.
Gallows 03:58
I’ve been down so god damn long, that everything looks up to me They crawl all over me I’m out on loan On my back without a bone Eat your words man Eat your heart out Bloods in your hands Eat your heart out Because the baby’s at 16 weeks it just started kicking, Ain’t that cool? The lights are still on at Ballville, maybe I should go and cut that lawn I’m at your beck and your call, your call I’m at your beck and your, Every time I deliver the goods again, I don’t know why I do But I keep crawling back, crawling back I keep hanging on I just keep crawling back, crawling back I’m always hanging on La’s

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released October 18, 2019

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Bad//Dreems Adelaide, Australia

Bad//Dreems were born during an Adelaide heatwave in the summer of 2012.

Their 4th album, ‘Hoo Ha!’ is due for release May 19, 2023. Produced by Melbourne luminary, Dan Luscombe at Soundpark Studios, 'Hoo Ha! is the Adelaide outfits most emphatic offering to date.

Pre-order now and receive an exclusive link to the reissue of their back catalogue on extremely limited coloured vinyl.
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