1. |
Knife Bastard
05:41
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Shut your mouths, watch your backs boys
We’re gonna run this door tonight
If anybody acts smart
Remember violence solves everything
I’m a single dad with a daughter
I work the door part time
I remember that kid from earlier
I didn’t hit him all that hard
Where did he come from?
And how did he get behind
With that knife?
Bastard changed his jacket (Ed Hardy)
Looked the same age as my girl (safely home)
Stuck the knife in my rib cage (damn it hurt)
Red ribbons on the ground
Where did he come from?
And how did he get behind
With that knife?
Where did he come from?
And how did he get behind
With that knife?
I wanna look up at the stars now
But the smog it clouds the night
And my last vision of the stars now
Is a neon light
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2. |
If It Moves
02:38
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Where in heaven’s name do you think that you’re going? She asked him
I’m going hunting for the long weekend
But I thought we had plans to see the Molinas and their new pool
And now you’re going killing once again
You might call it killing, but there’s honour in the take down
And hope as we lay waiting in the grass
And how was I supposed to know that it was your sister’s birthday?
How was I supposed to know all this?
I just wanna be left alone…
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3. |
Tony I'm Scared
05:16
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Live hands
Dead leaves
We pat down the grave
Out the back of Crooked Stream
It's a shame
But it don’t bother me
His skin a memory, it was covered in tattoos
The skull, the snake, the boxing kangaroo
I almost felt ashamed, out there in the rain
What’s that at the door? I’m just paranoid
It's a shame
But it don’t bother me
It's a shame
It's a damn cryin’ shame
That he couldn't get his shit together
Last night
But Tony I'm scared, Tony I'm scared that I might be next
Tell me, how do you know that you won't be next?
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4. |
Mary-Kate
04:01
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Mary-Kate, I've got your number
And I will call you
But don't expect the call tomorrow
I've got a lot of stuff to do
Mary-Kate, I got your message
And I'm sorry if I don't write right back
But like I told you, I've got a lot on my plate
And like I told you, our date might have to wait
Mary-Kate, good morning to you, I gotta say
I'm surprised that we
Had a nice time together
Mary-Kate, you're good to me
Why’re you so good to me?
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5. |
It Ain't Worth It
04:50
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A friend of mine was changing
Moneyed with long desired funds
And the girl that he was seeing on the weekends
She wasn't welcome past the Sunday
He said,
It ain’t worth it
I got better things to spend my money on
If she makes it worth it
I might change my mind
And she can have whatever the hell she wants
He came up in his fancy suit
And ordered for his girl and all
As we sat through three damn courses I couldn’t recall
Why we first hung
Why we were brothers
I said,
It ain’t worth it
I got better ways to spend my time
If he makes it worth it
I might change my mind
But the rounds will be on him tonight
All the best, all the best
All the best to you
All the best, all the best
All the best for you
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6. |
Peach
03:22
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7. |
She & He
05:51
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They sat at the back of the bar
Might have been a set up but it was looking all right
He poured the wine
She was already
He was all ready
She looked at his carpenter hands
He would carve love symbols on her heart and blow the dust away
She was looking fine in that figure-hugging dress
Measured her twice, it was his way
‘Cause he had just one shot to make her stay
She was already thinking of long nights
He was all ready to go
She was already thinking of colours
He was all ready to go home
She was already thinking of long nights
He was all ready to go home and undress her
She was already thinking of fidelity
He was all ready ‘cause he thought he could love her
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8. |
Buried Life
04:43
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Beheld her in the morning light
Maybe I’ve got a pretty wife
With long, blonde, falling hair
It falls on me and I don’t care
Wide awake and miles away
Dwelling on the other day
How it happened I don’t know
The stranger’s arms they took me so
Beheld her in the morning light
I may not see her tonight
Or her long, blonde, falling hair
If I lose her now… I’d never dare
The stranger’s arms they took me so
In the arms of a John Doe
Beheld her in the morning light
It’s a buried life
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Dear mother,
I apologise for not writing you sooner, for my time is as scarce as money
and I dare say you know that I am not in plenty stock of it, and my coat
it is done, I wear my Sunday one. Dear mother, I got the five pounds it
washed the tears from my eyes as I saw your real heart laid before me.
Still I have not gotten post from my brother and my hand trembles as I am
so angry about it. I am your son and I hoped to give you comfort in your
old age. When in India I will be able to send you more, expect a letter from
me two days from when we land ashore.
I am your faithful and loving son
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10. |
Man Alive
02:20
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Sainthill Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne songwriter Sainthill (aka Tom Larkey) creates dream pop with allusions to indie rock and folk. Tales of outsiders, animals, and landscapes tangle with emotive melodies and soundscapes. Sainthill’s work has been described by critic Marty Jones (Rhythms Magazine) as “intelligent and beautiful music” ... more
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