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Tombstone Necklaces
03:13
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You said thinking was pointless
And I couldn’t think of any responses
So please, feel free to switch over
‘Cause this one’s heavy, I know.
This one’s heavy, I know,
But don’t worry, it’ll be gone
Just like you and me.
Well we got Baron Saturday in our shoes
And that’s why we move the way we move.
They say needs must
When the devil drives you into the sea.
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout
Tombstone necklaces
Round your neck,
Round your neck.
And lately, I’ve been noticing
Just how far you’ll go not to notice
That the only thing you really own’s the fire behind your eyes.
Can’t see much where I wrote it out, oh no,
Only ink-spots and tatters
Like you and me.
Well there are more people alive
Than seconds in the whole of your life,
So good luck being good or lucky
It’s all you need.
Oh but I know,
oh but I know,
oh but I know.
Well don’t you see,
I couldn’t help but wonder
If you wonder?
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2. |
Life of the Party
06:00
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Ain’t this some party
Where the context doesn’t matter.
Twenty-five lawyers and bankers
And one Arts-grad slacker.
Their slicked-back arsehole questions
Don’t make sense at all.
“What do you do?” I do what I do,
And it feels stupid, childish and small.
Blend in? Like hell I will.
These people freak me out.
So, so, so, so...
So few people
Fill entire sterile spaces.
The perfect kids,
All queens and kings and crooks
And fucking racists.
Yeah here the lowest thoughts
And dumbest fears are highest fashion.
These ragged shoes,
This three buck wine?
Well that’s about the worst thing
They could ever imagine.
Blend in? Like hell I will.
These people freak me out.
So, so, so, so...
Sorry man I know that I can come off kind of brash and I certainly appreciate the offer to let me crash on your couch.
And I didn’t mean to imply that none of this is worth shit but I’ve known you for a while and I think that you might be losing sight of life a little bit.
Yeah, the last time you seemed real
We’d been drinking in the park.
You said the summer’s cool-change petrichor
Could break your heart.
Well I guess back then you had more than just
The one damn thing to do,
But it seems like all that’s atrophied,
And by extension so have you.
And yeah, you know a lot about corporate law
‘Cause you read all those books on corporate law,
But I don’t give a damn about corporate law.
This place is so expansive
But you motherfuckers make it feel so small.
I’ll shake your hand tomorrow,
We’ll split and that’s that.
I won’t see you for a year.
So think of me the next time
You sit in office white lights.
You’ve always got next year.
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Those termites you always crow about,
They ain’t eating our walls,
Oh no, no, no.
They eat their own.
And there ain’t a tree for a million miles
They could call their home
But they’re working up an appetite, so
They’re just getting started.
So let’s root ‘em out,
Let’s root ‘em out.
It’s that or let ‘em wreck it all,
And that job is ours.
’Cause we built this place,
We own this place,
And we’ll burn it down
to keep this place.
This place is ours.
Atlas held up the heavens
For a long, long time.
Eventually he’ll have to set ‘em
Down a while.
We were all just acting like
we could build our way out.
And people always talk about
The place where the dirt meets the sky.
But you can walk for miles
And it’ll still be on the horizon.
Well it’s hard to tell where our heads all end
And the sky begins
But we like it that way so,
We just didn’t notice.
We made crazy plans
and those plans are fucked,
But we ain’t fussed
‘Cause we’re stepped in so deep,
Well, you know how it goes.
So we’ll step on through
Though the river bed’s muddy
And our shoes are getting heavy
But, but, but
We’re almost there.
But if our heads are sky
And our shoes are dirt
Then there’s seven metres
Of shit between
And they just can’t meet.
Like Atlas holding up the heavens
For a long, long time
Eventually we’ll have to set ‘em
Down a while.
Ignore it, it’s uncomfortable to think about.
Wouldn’t want your clockwork conscience going walkabout.
We told ourselves given time we could work it out.
And we ain’t lying,
But we might be wrong.
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All across the planet
There are bodies and sounds
And the bodies are built
From the dirt from the ground
And the dirt plays host
To the people who yell,
“Man, what on earth am I doing here?
I said what the hell am I doing here?”
And the sound goes up to the sky,
And the sky doesn’t say anything.
And the sound goes up to the sky,
And the sky doesn’t say anything.
And the sound goes up to the sky,
And the sky doesn’t say anything at all.
Damn my salted eyes.
Our bodies are bent on raising hell,
‘Cause we couldn’t find a way to elevate.
So we put our brains in diving bells
To send them up, send them up.
And the sound goes up to the sky
(And the sound goes down to the dirt)
And the sound goes up to the sky
(And the bodies go down to the dirt)
And the sound goes up to the sky
(And the sound and the bodies go down to the dirt)
And the sky doesn’t say anything at all.
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5. |
World Won't Break
04:34
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You got some money, got some land,
Got what it takes to make a man,
Oh, do ya? ‘Cause I don’t.
You found a way to get ahead:
Fuck risky, you’ll take safe instead.
And that’s fine, But I won’t.
I wanna sleep away the day,
But I will wake up anyway.
Pour me a drink and I’ll be fine.
I know it’s pointless chasing bliss,
But things cannot go on like this,
‘Cause if the world won’t break
Then I might.
Been here a while now, y’know,
Shouting random words
Into a microphone.
I don’t got cash but I got plans,
Is that enough to make a man?
Do you know? ‘Cause I don’t.
See what you did to get ahead:
Fuck happy, you’ll take bored instead.
And that blows my mind.
I wanna sleep the whole damn day,
But I will wake up anyway.
I’ll have a drink and I’ll be fine.
I know there’s no such thing as bliss
But things cannot go on like this,
‘Cause if the world won’t break
Then I will.
Been here a while now, y’know.
Who’d have thought these plans
Would move so slow?
Been here a while now, y’know,
Screaming pointless words
Into a microphone.
I wanna sleep the whole damn day,
But I will wake up anyway.
I’ll have a drink and I’ll be fine.
Wasting time chasing bliss,
But things cannot go on like this.
‘Cause if the world won’t break
Then I will.
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6. |
Gallows Humour
04:06
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And they’re hanging by the back teeth
All those sullen, silky liars.
And they spoke and spoke, said nothing,
Now their jaws are getting tired.
Driving for the ocean
Where we’ll say it all in detail
While the rain breaks sun from Sunday
And creates these other people.
When the gallows humour takes us,
Well we’ll step right off the harbour
And I’ll laugh myself the way down
While I’m breathing in the water,
Singing: Devil may give a shit.
When we died you went that way
And I went this
And all my thoughts
Just drifted off.
Thinkin’ dim,
Shoutin’ loud,
Stitch us in.
Tear us out.
Devil may give a shit,
But I, I don’t know.
I don’t know if you will.
I don’t know if you will.
You may give a shit,
But I, I don’t know.
I don’t think that I will.
I don’t think that I will.
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Cathouse Canary Melbourne, Australia
Cathouse Canary were formed in 2009. Pre-apocalyptic indie rock, shambolic but lively, loud but kinda sweet.
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