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1. |
Waterfalls
02:58
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Look at the bastard
The greenie bastard
You’re a beautiful woman
Such a beautiful women
I’m a bloody bastard
Lick your own tongue
That’s what you are
Nothing but a big weird kid
Have you met my friend Jesus
Try and rip the
scab off that one
It’s the animal for you
I’m wonderful
I’m standing tall
I’m beautiful
Like waterfalls
Like waterfalls
They’re gonna beat me brainless tomorrow
Dispose of me at dolphin island
With the Rubber and the HSV’s
Smells like the boys had fun again
I’m a complicated atomic arrangement
Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant
You tyrant
And the fear defines
And the fear defines
The fear defines itself
I’m wonderful
I’m standing tall
I’m beautiful
Like waterfalls
Waiting for a mission
Pig
after pig
Cow after cow
Village after village
Army after army
The better angels of our nature
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2. |
Mansfield 6.0
03:16
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High visibility!
I think I’ve found the ability
To turn my thoughts into a knife
And cut through all the bullshit of the modern life, I said
High visibility!
There is every probability
That what I am is what I feel
And what I feel I am is the son of man
Waiting! for the show
Waiting! for the show
Waiting! for the show
Mansfield 6.0
Hi visibility
Biochemical propensity
To let these things get out of hand
Onto the oval out of the stands
I’m a boxcar, I’m a racer, I’m a flagon of port
I’m a pinger, I’m a fuck boy, I’m a Canberra Rort
You think you know who I am
I’ll snort a bag for lunch and then I’ll hit the cans
Waiting! for the show
Waiting! for the show
Waiting! for the show
Mansfield 6.0
Waiting! for the show
Waiting! for the show
Waiting! for the show
Mansfield 6.0
What I am is what I am
Wisdom from the bottom of a Mother can
So your great grandad he fought for this
another countries flag and a mountain of piss
And now I’m dancing on the Westgate having a beer
Waiting for the show
Next thing baby what do ya know
Mansfield 6.0
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3. |
Jack
03:22
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I’ve got an itch that I cannot scratch
Right down in the middle of this ageing back
Three things that we cannot say
Invasion, genocide, Australia Day.
We’re the violence
we’re the godsend
we’re the Virus
We’re the wokest,
we’re the leftest
we’re the silence
Look at the ground, what do I see
60,000 years staring back at me
What you think about that Jack?
31 years and I’m talking back
What you think about that Jack
60,000 why don’t we give it back?
At my school, they taught the Russian revolution,
The stump jump plough and the Roman constitution
No Bennelong, Namatjira, no William Barak
Beds are burning always gotta give it back?
No Truganini, Jandamurra, no Billy Barlow,
No referendum, stolen children, no Eddie Mabo
No language, no treaty, no respect for the land
No problems, no solution, nowhere left to stand
What you think about that Jack?
31 years and I’m talking back
What you think about that Jack?
60,000 years we gotta give it back
I took a walk down to the lighthouse today
Looking for a plaque there that should say
That 14 were massacred here on this day
Women and children cut down where they lay
How deep are your pockets?
How deeps your coal mine?
Nothing is as deep as the deepest of time.
Menzies ghost on the dock of the bay,
sitting in our arm chairs sipping chardonnay
Barriers and bands and frontier walls,
Made an effort to silence the voices of old
What you think about that jack?
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4. |
Shame
02:58
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Wake up again in heat of the day
Turn on the TV got nothing to say
Nobody sees me
I’m sick of this town
What was lost will never be found
33 summers and a Sunday
Can’t shake it off it’s eating away
It’s filling me with
Shame
Shame, again
Crossing my heart, hoping to die
Throwing me on the discard pile
Drive out to Brompton
Nothing has changed
Never cared much anyway
33 summers and a Sunday
Drink my way through to Monday
It’s filling me with
Shame
Shame, again
The snake that calls me by my name
Things can never be the same
Tainted blood and tainted brain
I’m too old to play the game
The clock keeps ticking down the days
The clock keeps ticking down the days
The clock keeps ticking down the days
The clock keeps ticking, it’s ticking
It’s filling me with Shame.
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5. |
Mallee
04:20
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It’s a race to the bottom
So stick your heads in the sand
Hear the wind kiss the surface of the river
Set fire to our sins
Washed up on the fatal shore
Dashed upon the rocks
Soaked in gin and holy wine and
Riddled the pox
Watch the ticks take the cattle
Watch the blood stain the sand
There was a massacre, on the mudflat
And the squatters moved in
Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs
Send the boys to die on foreign soil
Then co-opt their legacy
To sell warm beer at the football
And piss on their memory
Tear the pages from the books of history
Settle in for the 6 o clock rot
Then turn a blind eye for a century
And Walk it off
Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs
Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs
Weighed down by ball and chain
Weakened by disease
I’ve been raised like a mongrel
I ain’t got no pedigree
The politicians peddle
The newsman builds the pyre
Got me nailed to the cross
As the flames grow higher
Trampling sacred ground
Cursing at the sun
Leering at the ancient land
The ending has begun
Crawling through red dirt
Pulling down the trees
Poisoning the water holes
You call that young and free, don’t pay
Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs
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6. |
No Island
03:12
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No man is an island
So I come swimming back to you
I confused my faith with blood sport
So What the hell am I to do
I’m alone again tonight
On the 7:30 flight
It’s a primitive form of something else
Kingdoms will fall over you
Heaven will fall over you
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t really feel that good
I don’t ever feel that good
No man is an island
And nothings ever true
I can’t think my way around it
So I just sit and think of you
I’m alone again tonight
You’re fading out
of sight
And I
Just slip
Away
The bells now are tolling for you
The storm clouds come rolling in for you
And heaven is falling for you
My kingdom is falling for you
I don’t, I don’t
I don’t really feel that good
I don’t ever feel that good
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7. |
Southern Heat
03:52
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Paradise and a total war
talk to god but it don't mean nothing
Bodies swinging from the old drive in
100k an hour down Pt Wakefield road
Tick tock it’s a nuclear era
Saw your face on the doomsday clock
The syphilitic lawyer got his own jet air plane
Take the kids to school he’s a millionaire
Another sole survivor
Another racist prick
Rotting in the southern heat
Rotting in the southern heat
And the sea is burning
We’re all getting sick
Rotting in the southern heat
Rotting in the southern heat
I see the new age, I see the doom
I sawthe desert fall from the moon
See the malls
Suburban streets
I see the park where we used to meet
What brings you here
What makes you worry
I’m under sold
I’m never sorry
I’m over bored
Oh fuck
Oh fuck
Another sole survivor
Another racist prick
Rotting in the southern heat
Rotting in the southern heat
And the sea is burning
We’re all getting sick
Rotting in the southern heat
Rotting in the southern heat
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8. |
Black Monday
02:38
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Knocking on the gold watch
Sucking on the rat tit
sleeping till the days gone
Never seen a good sun
Black Monday
Profit where the buck stops
Crying at the bus stop
Gurning in the new year
Thinking of the comedown
Black Monday
Co-Opt
The feeling
Co-opt
the future
Anaesthetic
Paralytic
Thank you for coming
Who are you calling
Dripping like a drain pipe
Spatter on the priest head
Rotting in the back streets
Wrestle with the bed sheets
Thinking I should sort it out
Sinking in a sea of doubt
Riding on the old wave
Digging up a new grave
Seeing colours in the night
Fucking while the lovers fight
Crawling to the mountain top
123
Filthy non believer,
nobody believes her
Hanging up the guilt plan
Well fuck me
Universal failings
Tearing at the railings
Dying on the mad mouse
Did you see
Hollow men and incense
Running up the dog fence
Bloated like a boozer
Stuck here on another
Black Monday
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9. |
Collapse!
03:06
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Fall through the weekend
I’m a loaded gun
Call in a favour
But we don’t have fun
Heaven’s floor collapses
I wake up in the fields
Waves of terror crashing
The shores refuse to yield
And I lose myself
And I lose control
And I
lose myself to you
Collapse!
Raw power no innocence
Still water under burning sky
The capital engulfs everything
No time to live
Not time to die
I’m the shadow of a dying god
I’m the silence in the darkened room
Stretch the sinew of a futile war
On the edge while the ocean looms
And I lose myself
And I lose control
And I lose myself to you
Collapse!
I’m the shadow of a dying god
I’m the silence in the darkened room
Stretch the sinew of a futile war
On the edge while the ocean looms
Collapse!
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10. |
New Breeze
03:04
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Who do you think you are?
Another Roman on holiday
Days not spent they’re just frittered away
A way to get your kicks
Sprawled in the tropics like a dying whale
A weak link in the great chain of being
Anaesthetised by the
stinking mundane
No ways to get your kicks
Hard up for money
Hard up for pain
Hard up for a roof in the pouring rain
I’m hard up for touch
I’m hard up for love
One, two
Pissing in the new breeze
Hee-Haw!
Gallipoli to galilee
On a quest for victory
Untamed in the backwaters
Ecstasy! Ecstasy!
A dead cat and a bloody room
Why don’t you tell me what I think of you
Bring out the little dancing mice
Bring out the fires of paradise
Hard up for money
Hard up for pain
Hard up for a roof in the pouring rain
I’m hard up for love
I’m hard up for hate
One, two
Pissing in the new breeze
Hee-Haw!
Oh what a day, what a day to behave.
Oh what a day, what a day to behave.
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11. |
Desert Television
03:47
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End of the day
Another fucking night
queue at the shops
Nothing looks right
Lonely blokes in paddocks
a thousand dying sheep
Nothing but darkness
Till the end of the week
Spinning the wheel
Rattle the cage
Sealing the deal
Bottle my rage
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
Masochist fossicks through the animal pain
Death, muck and myrrh in the halls of the strange
The schizophrenic father tightens up his belt
Picnic on the road before the acid is dealt
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
You’re a fucking animal
Tell me something I don’t know
You’re a fucking animal
Tell me something I don’t know
End of the day
Another fucking night
queue at the dogs
Nothing looks right
Spinning the wheel
Rattle the cage
Sealing the deal
Bottle my rage
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
You’re a fucking animal
Tell me something I don’t know
You’re a fucking animal
Tell me something I don’t know
The bitter mind freezes the apocalypse saddle
Pollenate the kids with the meat of the cattle
Emancipated slaves were never counted and filed
Machines in deeper water and material fires
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
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12. |
See You Tomorrow
02:43
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Contract killing
quality meats
flippant assault
45 standard drinks
just enough to get a man like me loaded
I’ve heard it all before
Slogging through the days
I was there in the 90s
I was there when she bought it
Betty was driving a Mitsubishi Magna
Knitted baby socks hanging from the rear vision mirror courtesy of the
Camry crows
Hanrahan’s on Port Road never witnessed such hunger
The octagonal Pizza Hut with cock and balls on the walls and no
body ever washes it off
Cock and endless balls
I’ll see you tomorrow, wont I?
I’ll see you tomorrow
Time.
Deep time.
No time.
Went to watch the Magpies play down at Alberton with my neighbour who I think might be a paedophile
His name's Dennis
Every year he picks up rubbish for ‘Clean Up Australia Day’
The cops in the estate pin down the kid with pink hair
He was sniffing and snorting like he had a yeast infection in the Arctic
Bring on that northern tropical sun, bake my skin like brisket in a Weber Q
Knock knock
It’s ok Lorraine you’ll be dead soon
Think I saw some stout in the fridge the other day
I’ll see you tomorrow
Time.
Deep time.
No time.
I’ve been thinking about a few things
I’ve been thinking about The fall of Eastern Russia
Nuclear warheads
Great bit fucken subs
Gupta, Whyalla, factory cum drive
Chinese dating apps encoded to track your kids piss and shit
In 1956 the sinister cloud of the atomic bomb appeared over South Australia
Gonna be a big year for television
Gonna be a big year for newscorp
Gonna be a big year for Koshy
Gonna be a good year for pulsar
I’ll see you tomorrow.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Riding the chalk
Lock all the doors
Ordering chaos.
Seeya tomorrow.
Time.
Deep time.
No time
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13. |
Godless
04:49
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Shadows fall behind me
cast from the street lights over head
Acquainted with the night
I let it take me where I’m led
I see the Christmas lights
In nearly every window
Festive melancholy
It just doesn’t feel the same
Walking on
Hanging on
Rolling on
I am Godless
Apartments rise above me
There was a park when we were young
A church on every corner
Public execution
A sign up in the window
Junk for sale that never sells
The sky blue Commodore
chocked up in the yard
Walking on
Hanging on
Rolling on
I am Godless
I feel some old desire
Dragging out like bulldog tide
The dry stone finds the water
Every hundred year
Look me in the eyes and tell me
this is what you always wanted
Now I think I should surrender
It's gone on far too long
Walking on
Hangin on
Rolling on
I am Godless
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14. |
Hoo Ha!
00:58
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Bad//Dreems Adelaide, Australia
Bad//Dreems were born during an Adelaide heatwave in the summer of 2012.
Their 4th album,
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