1. |
Hold Tight
02:42
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Hold, hold tight to me
Never, never, never let go of me
Never, never, never let go of me
Hold tight
Crane my neck the whole sky I see
But the brightest star standing next to me
I've got the brightest star, and she's standing next to me
I've got the brightest star, and she's standing next to me
Never, never, never let go until it's done
Then catch me like you'd catch a fallen star
Never, never, never let go until it's done
Then catch me like you'd catch a fallen star
There are times when ya gotta be patient with me
My manners can slip so carelessly
My manners can slip so carelessly
Hold tight
But when I goof off, goof off with me
I was made for you - you were made for me
I was made for you - you were made for me
I was made for you, and you were made for me
Never, never, never let go until it's done
Then catch me like you'd catch a fallen star
Never, never, never let go until it's done
Then catch me like you'd catch a fallen star
Catch me like you'd catch a fallen star
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2. |
Fucked up Party
02:26
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This is such a fucked up party
This ain't my idea of fun
Being here's such a chore
Each and every guest a bore
This is such a fucked up party
I feel I'm stuck in Wynyard dunny
All I wanna do is hide
If I can't run, surely I could hide
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Can't wait till the night is over
Can't wait till the night is done
I'm dying to grab my coat
I'm dying to catch that cab
Can't wait till the night is over
Can’t wait till it's all and done
Am I the only one not pissed?
Whose breath doesn’t smell like shit?
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh god please, please don't sit next to me
Dear please god, please don't sit next to me
Noooo, woo hoo hoo
Good god, bad breath, please don't sit next to me
Good god, bad breath, please don't sit next to me
Noooo, woo hoo hoo
It’s obvious to see
The blame all rests with me
Why did I come? Why did I come?
There’s no this or that
No hands tied up my back
Why did I come? Why did I come?
Come. Let’s go!
Yeah! This is such a fucked up party
This ain't my idea of fun
Every hour seems to drag
Every conversation such a nag
Can't wait till the night is over
Can't wait till the night is done
So where the hell’s my coat
And where the fuck’s my cab
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Extra :-)
What the fuck's in this dip?
Who decorated this shit?
So hard to be polite
Not start a single fight
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3. |
Pucker Up
02:16
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Ah, you didn't believe me when I said I'm tired
You didn’t believe me when I said it’s rigged
Oh, squashed in here, I feel so tight
You stole my arms
So we got a lost soul, or we got a little crawling
Got a lost soul, or is it out of reach?
I wanna kiss so get ready, pucker up. Muah.
Why don't, why don’t the girl don't sing
And it never gets far
Now we're over here, and it’s not that good
Now we're over here, and it’s not that good
Well hey, hey, hey, I, I feel
Well hey, hey, hey, I feel
I feel, and it never got me far
I feel, and it never got me far
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4. |
Lite as a Feather
03:00
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Shit sandwich fell, deli counter to the floor
Out popped the filling, hard-boiled egg and some slaw
In ran a pooch, lightning bolts through the door
Out went my lunch, clamped tightly in its jaw
You’ve got the weight of the whole world resting on your shoulders
You’ve got the weight of the whole world resting on your shoulders
Lucky that you've got a strong back
Lucky that you've got a strong back
Yeah, I've never burst, never broke at the seams
Never over friendly and certainly never mean
Shoelaces slap against my calves in the rain
Gotta find my lunch. Gotta find my last eight bucks
You've got the weight of the whole world resting on your shoulders
You've got the weight of the whole world resting on your shoulders
Well, you’re as light as a feather
You’re as light as a butterfly
Lovely little butterfly
Couldn't wish for more
Well, you’re as light as a feather
You’re as light as a butterfly
Lovely little butterfly
Couldn't wish for more
When I find the pooch, my sandwich is no more
But look at his eyes as he raises his paw
I think I’ll take you home, and I'll feed you some more
I think I'll take you home, and I'll feed us both some more
But you’re as light as a feather
A butterfly
You’re as light as a feather
You’re as light as a butterfly
Lovely little butterfly
Couldn't wish for more
You’re as light as a feather
You’re as light as a butterfly
Lovely little butterfly
Couldn't wish for more
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5. |
Back Pack Sweat
01:31
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I'm a terrible flyer, but off I go
Didn’t book my meal, or the exit row
At the airport now, it’s so hot
Got back pack sweat
Feel a grot
Eyes search mine
As I avoid
And I focus on all the notifications
Yeah
Of course, I'll write
Of course, you'll call
This is just a break
We both swear that's all
I'll have my eye mask on
Pretty soon
Rack up my Frequent Flyer points pretty soon
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6. |
Frequencies
04:38
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This quiet is offering frequencies
Louder than any fucking dBs
It’s painting in oils, it’s painting in mud
It’s painting in pus, it’s painting in blood
There’s the lesser Gods and the lesser devils
Hiding in the cupboards of all the different levels
Scratching like a pick along Blackie’s strings
Scratching at my throat, I shout, I can’t sing
Ha!
Ha!
And I lie, and I lie, yeah I lie up to the sky
It’s a reflex, a context, let the bile ride
That’s better
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Ah, frequencies
Oh!
I see spiders everywhere
It’s not their legs I fear
It’s just, it’s just, their patience I swear
Oh, there’s the piss, there’s the vinegar, the chips on the dish
Oh, do you really ever know what the flavour is
It’s the oil and the newspaper soaking up the grist
So scallop up the taters like a textured kiss
Oh, it’s a nightmare even Cronos couldn’t dream up
The nightmare only stops with the cup, oh yeah
Frequencies
Yeah!
I see spiders everywhere
It’s not their legs I fear
It’s just, it’s just, their patience I swear
Frequencies
Frequencies
Frequencies
Frequencies
Frequencies
Frequencies
Oh, I’m a frequent visitor
A frequent liar
I frequently set my mind on fire
Frequencies
I frequent all those lesser places
Free my synaptic spaces
I’m a frequent visitor
A frequent liar
I frequently set my mind on fire
Frequencies
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7. |
Home Sweet Home
03:28
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So share, the word can rhyme with two
But cover to cover the doona's mainly you, oh
But ya nanna's curtains will be breezed upon
Sending kisses down my arm
You’re a snuggled up bug
A lock of hair
With all ya worldly charm
Go!
The yellow salt and pepper shakers
A partial square light from the blinds
Tell me you’re already home
A splash of colour, sleight of hand
The key, the lock, a little nudge
Now I’m also home
The tip, the toe and then that step
I pad across the floor
Smile then turn left
Is it really that early?
Is it dawned upon?
Is there light playing down my arm?
Shall I tip toe after you?
Giggle then pick you up
And love you in my arms
Go!
The yellow salt and pepper shakers
Partial square light from the blinds
Tell me you’re already home
The splash of colour, sleight of hand
The key, the lock, a little nudge
Now I’m also home
I’m late for work, but that’s ok
I’m late most days, but that’s ok
Pick any little phrase
Lock it on ya lips
Let me try and guess the meaning
Don’t give a clue away; don’t give a clue away, oh oh, oh
I've hidden stuff around
The house that will explode
If you take too long to find it
I've given you the clues; I’ve given all the clues away
The fog, the mirror and two portals
Yours is heart shaped
I see that you've noticed that, yeah
Well I pick up your razor and I scrape my face and then
Tap, and a tap, and a tap
Slam dunk the razor in the bathroom bin
As my heart taps, taps, and taps
Go!
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8. |
Humiliated / Humiliator
01:56
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Why would you clutter up the cold?
And let me heat right over your fingers
Pity isn’t something you can do on your own
Pity isn’t something you can do on your own
Lock the doors, unplug the phone
Pity isn't something you can do on your own
Yeah!
And tell the story, then tell the lie, ohh
Let me see where your fingers are now
Yeah!
Pity isn’t something you can do on your own
Pity isn’t something you can do on your own
The shades are drawn, there’s no one home
Pity isn't something you can do on your own
Yeah!
Yeah!
Humiliate
Humiliator
Humiliate
Yeah!
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9. |
The Laws of Gossip
02:38
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Yeah!
Oh, like a rat up an aqueduct, a squirrel up a tree
The natural laws of gossip find a natural company
Ah, ah
Oh, the chase, is it so much better than the catch?
With the story so good, you can fuck up all the facts
Ah, ah
Schadenfreude like haemorrhoids
A dollop on yer polyp in the crease that joins
Ah
These things we know as true
The truth, it cleaves us stronger than glue
And tears us apart
Whether it’s a tickle or a nibble, you can live on it for days
The sweetness and the sour dribble down like mayonnaise
Ah, ah
Ah, a whisper in your ear or a shout to the globe
You’ve told me watcha think, tell me watcha know
Ah
These things we know as true
The truth, it cleaves us stronger than glue
And pulls us apart
The titillation wrung
From a story just begun
Let the blood run free
Let the free blood run
These things we know as true
The truth, it cleaves us stronger than glue
Tears us apart
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10. |
Needles and Pins (sic)
02:59
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Oh, ya pinned ya hair back
I like it when ya hair's pinned back
I've made the bed and brekkie
I even pinched some flowers from the outside
Well my arms are needles and pins
So is every inch of my skin
Ah hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Well my arms are needles and pins
So's every inch of my skin
And did you drop that smile
Here, let me pick it up for you
And your shark tooth necklace
If it's somewhere here, I’ll find that too
Black and white prints on the wall
You’re half hidden under that shawl
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Across that table from you
Each and every morning with you
Oh, yeah
Pa, pa, pa, pa, papa,papa, pa, pa
Gentle volume on the stereo
Pa, pa, pa, pa, papa,papa, pa, pa
Stir some sugar in ya tea
Together, together, together
Shooting holes in the world
Together, together, together
Stop, kiss and then, then reload
Together, together, together
Pa,papa, pa, pa
Pa, papa, pa, pa
Yes, you have shook me
You've let ya hair down
I love it when ya wear ya hair out
A few bites of ya toast
Ask me if I wanna bite too
Yeah, my arms are needles and pins
So is every inch of my skin
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
My arms are needles and pins
So's every inch of my skin
Hoo
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11. |
Shove It Down
01:56
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Shove it down, down, down
Shove it down
Shove it down, down, down
Shove it down
I couldn’t eat another thing, ah hoo
A knife’s edge on a crystal glass
Oh no, he's gonna make a speech and I can't excuse me self
Across the table, his eyes find mine
Yeah, I swear that his eyes find mine
It’s all I can do not to scream
His teeth are always on edge
And I really can't stand that voice
That mind-numbing voice oh yeah, yeah
Oh, shove it down, down, down
Shove it down
Shove it down, down, down
Shove it down
I couldn’t eat another thing, ah hoo
…. But pass the peas :-)
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12. |
Shoot Me in the Back
02:52
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Shoot me in the back
Make sure you aim straight
Make sure that it's fatal
Shoot me in the back
Make sure you aim well
Hit an organ that's vital
I'm gonna bleed out on your brand new tiled floor
I'm gonna bleed like I've never bled before
You broke my heart, now the life drains out of me
You’ve disappeared, my life drains out of me
I'm fatal
I feel fatal
You broke my heart, now the life drains out of me
You’ve disappeared, my life drains out of me
I'm fatal
I feel fatal
Stab me in the back
Stab me real deep and twist the handle
Stab me in the back
I stagger round the room while you twist the handle
I'm gonna bleed out on your fancy parquetry floor
I'm pissin’ out blood like I've never pissed blood before
You broke my heart, now the life drains out of me
You’ve disappeared, my life drains out of me
I'm fatal
I feel fatal
You broke my heart, now the life drains out of me
You’ve disappeared, my life drains out of me
I'm fatal
I feel fatal
Yeah!
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