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Morning Rain
03:13
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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
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2. |
Piss Christ
01:59
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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!
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3. |
Sonny
03:26
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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
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4. |
Double Dreaming
03:08
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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
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5. |
Harry's Station
03:40
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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
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6. |
Cannonball
04:20
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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
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7. |
Salad
03:15
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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
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8. |
Sally's Place
04:29
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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
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9. |
Low Life
02:52
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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.
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10. |
Northern
04:17
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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
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11. |
Younger
04:12
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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
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12. |
Gallows
03:58
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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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Bad//Dreems Adelaide, Australia
Bad//Dreems were born during an Adelaide heatwave in the summer of 2012.
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