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Thunderstorm for One
05:44
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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
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More True More Rowdy
05:59
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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
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3. |
Gale Force Wind
01:01
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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?
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4. |
Nature Doco
04:17
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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
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5. |
Four Digits of Death
05:04
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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
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31st of May
06:30
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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
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
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Two Steps on the Water was an emotion punk band working on Wurundjeri land (2014 - 2018)
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