1. |
Faulty Fluorescent
04:29
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Due to a lack of geographical experience
I found myself swimming in suburban sprawl
Idolising slivers of civilization
Saving my opinions for the toilet walls
Thoughts flicker like a faulty fluorescent
Some say there’s no time like the present
I’m sure there’s somewhere that I’m meant to be
Sweet lips how you gonna talk your way out of this
I was living with a greedy hippy
Dreaming of domestic democracy
Walking in the footsteps of the man
Harboured in the hold of her hypocrisy
Thoughts flicker like a faulty fluorescent
Some say there’s no time like the present
I’m sure there’s somewhere that I’m meant to be
Sweet lips how you gonna talk your way out of this
So are you a rabbit in a hat or a bunny in the sack
Lets share a drink and genetic deficiencies
Cause I’ve been hunting halos in every whorehouse
Since I’m sure there’s somewhere that I’m meant to be
Thoughts flicker like a faulty fluorescent
Some say there’s no time like the present
I’m sure there’s somewhere that I’m meant to be
Sweet lips how you gonna talk your way out of this
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2. |
Hand on Her Pride
03:19
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When they’ve given up on nabbing a stray they find a
Means here to entertain their ways with
Incentive in their wallets and a short glass in reach they can
Take their pick of any sweet little peach but is there
Any guilt to how they can slide onto a
Stranger find their hand on her pride and do they
Ever find themselves asking why?
Why?
Not just money in the purse
They can’t all be Belle De Jours
Did she
Walk the tightropes in her arms or have
Intermittent money or someone causing her harm
Do they ever ask how she overcame the fear of
Promiscuous men and their souvenirs and do they
Ever inquire of the kind of lies
She tells herself with their hand on her prize do they
Ever find themselves asking why?
Why?
Not just money in the purse
They can’t all be Belle De Jours
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3. |
Overrun
03:15
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Falling into line through the city
Doing what you think’s necessary
Making money to pay the rent
Keeping everybody else content
There’s talk in the halls
Whispers through the walls
You’re being overrun
Collar grips your neck like a killer
Barely wear your old denim either
Calluses on hands fad away
You haven’t played a note in an age
There’s talk in the halls
Whispers through the walls
You’re being overrun
Like a fashion trend
A past champion
You’re being overrun
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4. |
Darling You Should Know
04:24
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She came to service my urges
My little treasure from the verges
Assessing me from the corner of her eye
She seduced me to confide the nature of my time
I am a man confined by occasion
Working the field of persuasion
Amusing my sense of creativity
The availability of client’s cutlery
Darling you should know no good will come of this
As the details of business progressed
She laid out on the double bed mattress
Stroking the inside of my thigh
She whispered “wont you take me with you next time?”
Darling you should know no good will come of this
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5. |
Bed Like a Coffin
03:28
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She feels like its happened again
She only hears from him after 10pm
She feels like she’s barely involved
Like a soldier that hands out the blindfolds
They never pull the trigger
They never try and stop it either
She furnished her bed like a coffin and she
Died a little every time that she got in
Stares at the ceiling so vacantly
Questions her choice of company
She furnished her bed like a coffin
Pillow talk is hard to sustain
He holds onto her hand tight like a train
Holds onto the rails
But feels like it’ll fail
She furnished her bed like a coffin and she
Died a little every time that she got in
Stares at the ceiling so vacantly
Questions her choice of company
She furnished her bed like a coffin
Wooden bed head, dark polished grains,
Brass bed knobs on top of the frame,
Candles are lit, music is low,
Satin for sheets and pillows
Does he notice?
She furnished her bed like a coffin and she
Died a little every time that she got in
Stares at the ceiling so vacantly
Questions her choice of company
She furnished her bed like a coffin
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6. |
Home By Dawn
04:19
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Oh they shake off and refuse even the subtlest of moves
The shoulders grow colder with the evening
So I observe and navigate through the middle class real estate
To an open back door with the fly screen torn
With only desires consent I stole her while she slept
Left her body delicately on the neighbour’s lawn
Be home by dawn
In the absence of faith conscience evaporates
The sound of breathing, comes drifting softly through the hallways
I took a lamp from her desk, coiled the cord 'round her neck
The muscles in my forearms begin to tense
With only desires consent I stole her while she slept
Left a whiskey bottle cradled in her arms
Be home by dawn
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7. |
Linen
03:42
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Drifting through the strands of fine hair
Draped across her lung
My hands swerve occupy her curves a
Pink rose upon my tongue
A smile seeps at the edge of her lips the
Gesture leaves me weak
Brown eyes looking up my chest line
As she shuffles the sheets
In the Morning, don’t even want to think about it
Cause her scent on the linen can keep a dying man livin’
Oh the pleasure to watch her sundress
Slipping down her waist
And I’ll explore these tan line borders
Like a thief trying to escape
Though I know it won’t work tomorrow
My awe never reseeds
Shudder in shock the alarm clock’s going off
To make a subtle retreat
In the Morning, don’t even want to think about it
Cause her scent on the linen can keep a dying man livin’
You’re my little blue pill
You’re my paracetamol
You’re my morning vitamin
You’re prescription lithium
The way I feel for you
You could never really know
Cause there’s nowhere it can go
There’s nowhere
In the Morning, don’t even want to think about it
Cause her scent on the linen can keep a dying man livin’
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8. |
Red Shadow Crept
03:12
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I knew you as a little girl
I saw you wash out to sea
I knew you were a silhouette
Of what you could be
You’ll never keep me here
Red shadow crept across the step
Red shadow crept
Do you feel self-conscious?
Do you feel insecure?
I’ll give you strength darling
No other’d endure
You’ll never keep me here
Red shadow crept across the step
Red shadow crept
Did it ever occur? How
Sweetly mitten purrs with
Tears in her fur
Red shadow crept across the step
Red shadow crept
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9. |
I Never Intended
04:19
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I Never Intended
I wish there was a reason
I could delegate
Instead I sit here shifting
Food around my plate
The most impairing silence
We had ever heard
But you don’t have to say much
If you choose the right words
If I were a drinker
That hid behind a thirst
And thought I’m emotionally
Impervious
I never intended you
To suffer such betrayals
But I’ve never lowered to
Withholding those details
He’ll never know
My preference to be alone
Is easy to validate
Cause I don’t want loneliness
To be why I date
I never intended you
To suffer such betrayals
But I’ve never lowered to
Withholding those details
You should’ve known what to expect
He’ll never know
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10. |
Portraits
04:51
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Chair and chain
I’ll put your face in a frame
Call and cry
I’ll hang your portraits
Up to dry
Black and White
Aperture
A rapid flicking shutter
Barely light
To see the lines underneath your eyes
Black and White
Brightest star
A modern day Goya
In my heart
I’ll be the definition of art
Black and White
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Louis and the Honkytonk Perth, Australia
Louis and the Honkytonk are a 5 piece band from Perth, Western Australia, Taking influences from Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Zombies, The National and various other bands
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