Having pop punk feelings in a country​-​western body

by Two Steps on the Water

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HPPFIACWB is a record about a whole bunch of stuff: being trans, and gender in general, and regret, and lovelessness, and nature (pronounced 'nay-cha'), and language, and bodily fluids. Feel free to read into it as you will.

More True More Rowdy [Official Video]
>> www.youtube.com/watch?v=44Btjm-YQhY

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released December 31, 2015

June Jones plays guitar and sings on all songs, and plays bass on Thunderstorm for One.

Sienna Thornton plays violin on all songs, and sings on all songs but More True More Rowdy.

Jonathan Nash plays drums on all songs, sings on Thunderstorm for One, Gale Force Wind, and 31st of May, and plays bass on More True More Rowdy and Nature Doco.

darcy t gunk (coral ceto) plays piano accordion and sings on 31st of May

Nick Diprose plays the violin solo on 31st of May

HPPFIACWB was recorded in July of 2015 with Liam Barton at the Bank in Preston, Melbourne. Mixing was undertaken by Liam Barton and Mladen Milinkovic, with Sienna, Jonathan and June in attendance.

HPPFIACWB was mastered by Mikey Young in October of 2015.

Cover photo c/o Paul Daunais (instagram.com/pauldaunais/)

Pictured: Serena Jara (www.serenajara.com)

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Two Steps on the Water Melbourne, Australia

Two Steps on the Water are a Melbourne-based emotion punk/heavy folk trio making sad music that "really rocks"

Currently recording our second album to be released in 2017.

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Track Name: Thunderstorm for One
Crying to myself on the street
thunderstorm for one
The street is empty but I am full
under a setting sun

I do not cry because of you
but I think you hope I do

If only wet mascara
smelt like rain on dirt
If only I were braver
prouder, or immune to hurt

Lord let me paint my face
and put on my dress
and go out dancing
I wanna not care
that it's not allowed
Not allowed
Fists might await
but I won't care
I won't care
People might hate me
but I won't care
I won't care

You saw me walking down the street
hat and headphones on
Singing silently to Big Girls Cry
Hips like a pendulum
Track Name: More True More Rowdy
Like hands around the glass eyes
So are these Sundays cloudy
A deafening calm
A slept on dead arm
Little dreams of more true, more rowdy

Calling out love from high above
A sea seen from mountain tops cloudy
and I'm haemorrhaging blood
that'll freeze in midair
Little dreams of more true, more rowdy

Portrait of a cowboy in a sports car
A gladiator at home in a sports bar
The mask has been shattered
The pieces been scattered
Glued back together with red bull and jager

The truth can't be found in the quiet of the home
A quote from a Hemingway lookalike
Yelled to his scribe
between two racist jibes
that fell into the wind from his motorbike

I just don't know what to do with me
Does high as fuck count as an emotion?
Fall asleep punching bills
the bongwater spills
and I dream of a dip in the ocean

Portrait of a cowboy in a sports car
A gladiator at home in a sports bar
The mask has been shattered
The pieces been scattered
Glued back together with red bull and jager
Track Name: Gale Force Wind
Words are just air
When has air ever hurt anyone?

Right, but aside from tornados
Boats sunk by hurricanes at sea
What's a gale force wind between you and me?
Track Name: Nature Doco
Like a machine gun made of origami
being fired in the leaves above you
A bird small and chubby is making birthday
plans with Sam and Dougy

Tried to telepathise my love for you
Turns out I was just sat there gawking

It's 10am and you've already been awake
for five glorious hours
A flower cums into the wind and you sneeze
and you're warm but your eyes are sour

I was hoping that you'd get what I meant
by the brightly coloured clothes I was sporting
When you're around I try and be like the ground

Mosquito flies under a stream of piss
like an aeroplane into a waterfall
You got so drunk that you puked your guts out
like it was nothing at all

Tried to telepathise my love for you
Turns out I was just sat there gawking
Sometimes at night, when I close my eyes
I can hear
I can hear
I can hear
David
Atten-
David Attenborough's soft
soft British voice
a-talking

I love cops
I love it when their legs look like the arc de triomphe
Track Name: Four Digits of Death
Warm with nostalgia
at the sight of a number
that's a haircut for an era
back when I was so young that
my parents hadn't been born yet

I guess I could've done better
but I regret nothing that I've done in my life
I guess I could've done better
No regrets tattooed on my chest

Four digits of death
are the calm that we long for
the warmth before words
that we write all our songs for
haven't you heard?

In the toilet floats a flower
Anything beautiful I now deem a fluke
Emotions are kinda like roller coasters
You never really know which ones are gonna make you puke

(Oh death don't come quickly)

OK I could've done better
but I regret nothing and I regret it intensely
OK I could've done better
but I regret nothing and I regret it intensely
Track Name: 31st of May
Throw your fists into the air
It is the 31st of May again
I love you so much
but I could never be your friend

Sarah said that marking this day
was us mythologising out loud
but I've seen her writing those poems
and I've heard her making those sounds

I am a tree recently felled
and somehow we're still in bed
An ebbing plume of factory smoke
has taken the place of my head

I say I think we need time apart
but then I sleep with your jumper to my nose
I wanna push our bodies through one another
but it's a feeling and feelings come and go

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Throw your fists into the air
It is the 31st of May again
I love you so much
but I could never be your friend

If there's darkness before the dawn
is there fire before the dark?
Have you ever had trouble
telling ownership and love apart?

An impostor in the movement
A house built on sugar slabs
It's a certain apprehension
that we're getting it wrong, perhaps

Throw your fists into the air
It is the 31st of May again
I love you so much
but I could never be your friend