1. |
You Can't Trust A Barber
01:44
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My baby came home
Acting shy and meek
My jaw cracked the floor tiles
She’d been missing all week
I questioned her thorough
She fumbled the plot
Cause my baby’d been hanging
Down at the barber shop
You can’t trust a barber
You can’t trust a barber with your baby...
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2. |
The Verbal Kind
05:35
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Let’s join a cult just to feel individual
Separate myself to something non-divisible
Enchanted by inferior design
But you are still just an eyesore
Don’t stop now, you’re a diva baby
Oh, you’re the verbal kind
Get on it, get on it
Now, you’re mine
I got splinters from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it was better
Didn’t mention the weather
I got splinter from the timber
Climbing over the fence
Someone said it’s fortuitous to knock on the wood
I guess I misunderstood
Easy to please is not a fucking compliment
Why don’t you take a step inside
You’ll find that’s not what I meant
I’ll glue to you with nostalgia too
So stick it, stick it, stick it
~
You want it, get on it,
The acid tongue, the formidable lung
No word of a lie
Get on it, neurotic,
Forced conversations are where you confide
You’re of a verbal kind
Misunderstood, you’re misunderstood
~
Get on it, get on it
You want it
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3. |
Useless Plural
05:15
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Flush with red, left all other reason
Please don’t think I’m rude
but could I Borrow your identity?
Cash our smiles for bloodshot idols, our savior
Eversion therapy
I never meant for lacerations
I never meant for going back
One time, two minds doped with elation
Is that what I lacked?
Matchstick tricks, diplomatic dance on the ceiling
Would you dare forget to bring more luck?
Ready to leave, generic genes re-seeded
They’re growing well enough
~
I trust and love to hate your discretion
Have some tools to build yourself a better friend
Catch the bland addiction, save it for later
I swear we never meant to offend
~
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4. |
Mechanesque
04:02
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Mesmerelical,
A sudden art entwined in sheets
The record spent
Harbours discontent of nature rarely seen
You finished all the words ate them down
Half-hearted heretic
I have owed
I have only thanks for the love of fear intoxicating
Seems it meant more
We deserve them
I do adore
Lead us in circles
I was vexed by obsessions with all that I could see
It’s okay to care if you keep it secret
Can it be solved? Should it be left? Well it’s all the same to me
Stuck on smaller details, careless caress
Let me see them all, see them all wherever they may be
The sudden mystery is quite appealing
Quietly deceived
~
Ruling with an ironic fist has gotten so old
Ruling with an ironic fist is such a bore
Even more than before
The sudden mystery is quite appealing
Lead us in circles
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5. |
Square Peg Syndrome
05:41
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Digital depressions gone
Hail in the new liberated social tide
Riddles for keeping occupied
They’re deep as a puddle
Ready to be weary but still wary of reply
From a single cell, the sacred standards doubled
Triple distilled, what is trouble now?
There’s a break in the wall,
And it’s coming to stay
How was this started?
Why am I lying for change
Coming clean for assisted satisfaction deals
The water is tainted, it’s straight from the store
Disposable reaction steal
I need to break free, there’s a break in the wall
Is it worth to throw away
For a momentary lapse of freedom?
And we’ll linger on, yeah we’ll linger on it
This ain’t over
Chained down
Deliver the noose
Does it dignify my pain?
Or did I take a bullet to the head? Again?
~
My sliding door got jammed open to late
(Always relevant, never old)
I will break the wall
And we’ll linger on, yeah we’ll linger on it
This ain’t over
I will break the wall
(Time to see where you will stand)
Falling through time to see where I stand
Falling through time to see that this is
All vain now
This is so, vain now
(digital depressions gone)
I am over this, so over this
I will break the wall
Break this wall
It time!
See where you will stand!
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6. |
Swim, Little Fish
01:50
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Swim little fish,
Cascade over my tongue
I wish for your toothpick bones
Or I’ll kick you in your caviar
Escape my plate
It was your brother I ate
Emancipate the tank, wait...
The young diver he sank
(Swim little fish)
Lemons full of acid
Squeeze them on John Dory
He’ll trip every fin
Hooked on the starfish limb
Swim little fish or you’ll end up a dish
Of mine, of mine, of mine...
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7. |
Me, I'm A Seller
06:03
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Who said who said there might be a trend
In the morning desire?
When special occasions of physical failures draw near
Why can’t you be closer so I’d have a reason to disappear?
Break my dependency
Confidence in common sense only got me half the way
Eyelash, waterbrash
Most of them are innocent
‘cause the spoken word ain’t forged
Scratch it in!
Who said who said I was betting on interest
Cause me, I’m a seller
And that’s more than I would tell her
Now I see that you came, neglected you gave
And it seems I’ve fallen back into the shade
I’m tracing steps you never even made
~
(So it goes, this road will spiral)
If we could just decide to rearrange and divide
By scratching it in, it’s just an itch
It’s just an itch
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8. |
Yad Etisoppo
00:23
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9. |
Tosca
05:46
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(I think it’s)
All in a day, the backstab for the building
Shower cold
His history melts my head,
someone pulled the curtain
I’m no older
Stay and steal the show
(I think he)
Gets what he expects,
but we’ll never see repeated
For once
(is it an)
Easy fix, araldite elixir
Replace arms chewed off
Took eight years to grow a lighthouse build on gauze
Now that’s there’s of course
Patients peeled in the landfill from the window sill
Stay and steal the show
Is that fathers remorse?
He got fathers remorse
Now that’s there’s of course
Took a call to the ward
I forget when he rushed out, to the fall out
We’re on board to restore a century of farmhouse
Vacant and so...
... now that I know that we stayed too long here
My, how he has grown, stuck in the mud, dear
That rich kid deserves nothing but scorn here
It’s an immediate bitch, just stayed too long
STAY
~
(FUCK THAT SEAL HE VOMITED ON ONE)
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10. |
April Fools
04:14
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I feel the need to repeat myself
Atomic groupings are a personal hell
And try as I might to take the words from your mouth
Still the look on your face just can’t say enough
It’s no wonder the mood was right
Pages in stages, avoiding the call
Don’t think that I have left for good
I was never here at all
Refusing the part, it’s better to be
Dead at the start, laugh terminally
Cause the promise was on the premise to
get shattered with a promiscuous view
(kids in films get real fucked up but still turn out fine)
It’s no wonder the room was bright
Collisions abandoned, fucked up by a call
Hopefully hindsight breaks my neck
I was never here at all
I was never here at all
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He Danced Ivy Brisbane City, Australia
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