1. |
Football Star
01:25
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Blaaaahhhh-ahhhh-ah
Blahhhhh
Football star get out my lounge-room
You’re a fossil and not wanted here
Your bigoted personal views
You’re no role-model of mine
Blahhhhhh
Big football star-arrrrr
Big football star!
Fossil get out of my lounge-room
Fossil get off my TV
Football douche
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2. |
Melbourne Weather
02:03
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In Fitzroy we walked on through the Melbourne rain
It fell on our backs and then the sun came out again
We kept on wandering
And we went to the corner 7/11
and we drank Caribbean slurplies and Jamaican rum
and we felt the sugar rush right to our heads!
Then we took our jackets off because the sun came out
Then we put our jackets on because it rained and then we took our jackets off.
We went down played Tatts on the corner and had midis of Carlton Draught. It made our headaches so much worse and it made our sugar highs that much worse. So we went back out those big old doors into the Melbourne Weather.
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on, jackets off, Melbourne Weather!
Jackets on and jackets off.
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3. |
Hurt
02:52
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Toughen up’s the message they taught us,
Emotions are feminine and feminine is weak,
So I pushed them all somewhere deep inside,
And it’s cost me so much, it’s cost me so much!
I hurt myself while we hurt each other
My softer side is it good forever
I hurt myself while we hurt each other
This masculinity ain’t so clever
HURT YOURSELF!
The world has taught us patriarchal rules,
To control, to dominate and consume.
Too many men have raise their hands
and it’s cost so many lives, it’s cost too many lives!
I hurt myself while we hurt each other
To find our hearts we must endeavour
Won’t hurt myself, I won’t hurt another
We have to find a new way together
I hurt myself,
You hurt yourself,
We hurt ourselves.
Enough is enough too much blood has spilled!
Too many men have lost their way!
I’m sick of feeling ashamed for my gender!
It’s time that we all grew the fuck up!
HURT YOURSELF!
HURT YOURSELF!
HURT YOURSELF!
HURT YOURSELF!
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4. |
Politics Of Exclusion
02:38
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We’ve been stealing their time,
Four hours at a pop,
Been rewinding their clocks,
Like we saw in a movie.
We’ve been turning off their lights
To make their nights go on,
Starving their white skins of light
To make them more like ghosts.
In their damp basements
they hear of the world
through a broken radio
broken unwhole tales.
We feed our subterraneans,
liquified untruth,
Been rewinding their clocks,
and then they rose.
In the dark behind the times
We grow our anaemic assassins.
In the dark behind the times,
are ghosts, are ghosts, are ghosts!
In the dark behind the times
We grow our anaemic assassins.
In the dark behind the times,
are ghosts, are ghosts, are ghosts!
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5. |
Diagnostic Criteria
04:06
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When I was younger I had the sense
that I was broken, a useless child,
like my existence was an affront to normality
and I’d walk into rooms and feel sorry for being there.
I’d diagnose myself
with every label
under the sun
I’d diagnose myself
with every label
in the DSM 3, 4 or 5.
And I’d place myself on spectrums!
They all seemed to fit!
I read diagnostic criteria,
all the boxes, they were ticked!
I sat in your office at twenty years old,
three-hundred an hour.
And you told me to stop drinking
but it’s the only thing that helped,
and you got out your books
and you got out your tools
and you got out your books
and you got out your tools
and you got out your books
and you got out your tools
And you placed me on spectrums!
They all seemed to fit!
You read me diagnostic criteria,
all the boxes, they were ticked!
Diagnostic criteria!
And you placed me on spectrums!
They all seemed to fit!
You read me diagnostic criteria.
And we destroy each other
Trying to prove our points,
fighting ignorance with arrogance
and calling out shadows.
And we destroy each other trying to prove out points
fighting ignorance with arrogance
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6. |
Australia Fair
03:56
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Australians all let us rejoice and spit and scream and fuck
As we dance upon this stolen land of beauty rich and rare
This treasured golden soil, it’s bleeding into the sea
Through trails once made by the Wagyl
Advance Australia Fair
Advance Australia Fair
For those who come across the seas we’ve boundless plains to share
If you’re white or close enough
Oh, and be Christian too.
Let’s trample upon this sacred land and turn history’s page.
Let us cover up this genocide,
Advance Australia Fair
Advance Australia Fair
For those who’ve come across the sea, we’ve boundless plains to share.
What a fucking bunch of shit!
What a fucking bunch of shit!
Because we won’t share,
turn these boats around,
we won’t share,
let these people drown!
Let these people drown!
Let ‘em drown turn the boats around.
Advance Australia Fair
and I don’t care.
Advance Australia Fair
and I don’t care,
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
Anymore!
Let ‘em drown, turn these boats around
Let ‘em drown, turn these boats around
Australian’s all let us rejoice
coz we are young and fucked!
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7. |
Freo Love
05:06
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Walking along South Beach,
ankles in the water,
watching the dogs play in the sand happily.
Sitting on the dunes,
watch the sky turn pink,
the sun it sets over those docks,
those cranes look like dinosaurs…
There’s nothing pure as Freo love!
There’s nothing pure as Freo love!
Sitting at the Nash’
A-quater-past-five,
Finish uni at Notre Dame and going for a pint.
The drinks are cheap at that time
and I’m here with my friends.
The sun is sets over those old buildings -
I’ve lost it now...
There’s nothing pure as Freo love!
There’s nothing pure as Freo love!
Sitting in this tiny room,
my Transperth bus is leaving soon.
I can’t move,
I’m caving in,
These broken picture frames remind me of you.
Always alone, always alone, always alone,
without you
Always alone, always alone, always alone,
without you
without you
without you
without you...
Masturbating in my apartment!
Apathy is choking me!
Masturbating in my apartment!
Apathy is choking me!
Always alone, always alone, always alone,
without you
Always alone, always alone, always alone,
without you
without you
without you
without you
without you
without you!
Masturbating in my apartment!
Apathy is choking me!
Masturbating in my apartment!
Apathy is choking me!
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