1. |
Oblate Spheroid
01:38
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oblate spheroid
the world is not round
it's oblate spheroid
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2. |
The Party's Over
04:00
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disconnection
the city lights are dimming down outside your windows
the party's over
panic through the time limit
paranoia's frisky business
taking all my time
watching all the sights
and as the day goes by
feeling stuck inside
caught in the middle
stuck like a pickle
shiver down your spine
sugarcoated
hanging on a tilted frame
wishing we could stay up late
light the sofa
staring at the TV screen
dead-ambitioned-memories
skipping precious time
waiting for the sun
bidding our goodbyes
to the neon nights
caught in the middle
stuck like a pickle
shiver down your spine
you can't be so polite
until they're satisfied
it all gets magnified
'cause people wanna see
what they want to see
caught in the middle
stuck like a pickle
shiver down your spine
you can't be so polite
until they're satisfied
it all gets magnified
erase all the memories
everything in debris
'cause people wanna see
what they want to see
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3. |
Nowhere To Go
04:02
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stuck inside these four walls
got nowhere to go
the liquor's gone and faded
running out of soul
stuck inside these four walls
there's blaring rock and roll
they're all intoxicated
the air is thin and cold
stuck inside these four walls
there's an elephant in the room
sucking everybody's spirit
but everybody knows
i don't share the same sentiments
i'm stuck in here like you
to me the only difference:
is how to get through
truth or dare
i don't really give a damn
she's smiling, laughing with another man
kissing skulls looks at the drunken strangers
they can never tell
the saints from sailors
outside of these four walls
i'll have another smoke
and cry about the government
and how they'll eat your soul
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4. |
Down The Wire
03:53
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i heard the silent sound that the paper made today
they'll never understand what you were trying to say
months long since you've left this town
it's like you fell short to the ground
you heard the pulses sing in that room today
'cause i don't know what to feel yet
'cause i never stepped on those shoes
puzzling pieces and the regrets
and i don't know what to do
'cause i don't know what to feel yet
'cause i never stepped on those shoes
puzzling pieces and the regrets
and i don't know what to-
down the wire
we will see
the difference between you and me
your cat speaks french better than me
singing tulips at the tune of enemies
they'll never understand what you are
or what was your taste
'cause i don't know what to feel yet
'cause i never stepped on those shoes
puzzling pieces and the regrets
and i don't know what to-
down the wire
we will see
the difference between you and me
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5. |
Playing Dead
03:45
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just take it in
you can't get out
what you started has to blow in the clouds
it hits your skin:
the safety pin
not enough to cause your blood to come out
no one hears you shout
forgotten souls
break your bones
tonight's the night they see you start the attack
the undertones
remain unknown
nice enough to see you buckling down
running around
there's no point in going back
don't wanna know the fact that you're lying again
so good at playing dead
it's better than you slip away
don't wanna see your face
and don't ever come back
it's the conscience that you lack
it's overdone: your little sacrifice
can you tell me what's the price?
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6. |
Double Vision
04:06
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buzzing off at 5pm
your jukebox's playing my favourite tunes
that i heard again
your water's too thin to cross
my ego, where have you been?
that's okay, 'cause i lost it along
the road behind the gun
the faithful drinks for the other one
the other one, no
double vision and frustration's coming up
i know i tend to forget
all of the things that i said
and it makes me regret it
i'm sorry now
sinking feeling from this evening's draining out
i know i tend to forget
all of the things that i said
and it makes me regret it
i'm sorry now
wasting all the precious time
in the world
just to control
my little feeble mind
conspiracies on a daily basis
on the line
tears coming from her eyes
that was staring at my pockets
all this time
i've heard this song too many times
too many times, no
double vision and frustration's coming up
i know i tend to forget
all of the things that i said
and it makes me regret it
i'm sorry now
sinking feeling from this evening's draining out
i know i tend to forget
all of the things that i said
and it makes me regret it
i'm sorry now
(double vision)
wasting all the precious time
in the world
just to control
my little feeble mind
conspiracies on a daily basis
(on the line)
double vision and frustration's coming up
i know i tend to forget
all of the things that i said
and it makes me regret it
i'm sorry now
sinking feeling from this evening's draining out
i know i tend to forget
all of the things that i said
and it makes me regret it
i'm sorry now
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7. |
Papua New Guinea
04:36
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everybody's swimming in the same pool
but i don't
everybody's running in circles
but i don't
never knew the things that i did
until someone told me so
slapping stickers in California
nobody turned up for the show
the view gets better from down here
when we're staring up above
it's better you don't see us
walking out from coffee shops
slumbered deep
on the pavement
waking up to the alarm
sold my soul
and leave the city
threw my coffee on the ground
this tropical depression
never heard it told the truth
otherwise it's fiction on your mouth
you end up misunderstood
everybody's swimming in the same pool
but i don't
everybody's running in circles
but i don't
it gets easier from here
(everybody's swimming,
everybody's running
everybody's swimming in the same pool
but i don't)
everybody's swimming in the same pool
but i don't
everybody's running in circles
but i don't
(come on now, everybody)
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8. |
Fading Away
05:39
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the choices i made were right
but all the roads lead wrong
this trembling ground
the cracks make a sound
gone are the days
which i could breathe
followed your ways
to this defeat
(here comes the gospel)
preacher, tell me what you gotta preach today?
my friends are going crazy when you call their names
savour the tide
savour the taste
mind your own business or you'll face the gun
but the preacher's telling them that it ain't no fun
savour the tide
savour the taste
(falling from grace
savour the gospel
savour the taste)
all along this time
leaning on a broken line
controversial crimes
they planted on our heads
fading away
dark city streets
labour to waste
it's fucking bleak
(so why wont you tell me?)
preacher, tell me what you gotta preach today?
my friends are going crazy when you call their names
savour the tide
savour the taste
mind your own business or you'll face the gun
but the preacher's telling them that it ain't no fun
savour the tide
savour the taste
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9. |
I'll Be Fine
02:38
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i don't know where to start
it seems so blurry
that my life is tearing this apart
took away all of my spark
i walked so slowly
never knowing what to say
if i wanted to
i will never be the same
drawing hands again
putting fingers on the ones to blame
and i know, i know
that it's gunna be different from here
and i know, i know
that i'll be fine
i'll be fine
if i wanted to
i will never be the same
drawing hands again
putting fingers on the ones to blame
and i know, i know
that it's gunna be different from here
and i know, i know
that i'll be fine
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10. |
The Silence
05:15
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seems like they lost you
you disappeared from you
run a hundred miles from the clear blues skies
far from where you could see the city lights
the darkness still awaits
it's been 48 hours today
never heard a word from the other side
what's been going on inside your mind?
they said you slipped away
they had some souvenirs to send your way
said their swollen emissary
now it wont be the same
they've been talking about who's to blame
and how you could have thought of just staying inside
trying hard to trace all the broken lines
just to see a familiar face
and how you took that bait
now that you've already known it was fake
his motorcycle runs as you suffocate
they said you slipped away
they had some souvenirs to send your way
said their swollen emissary
and every single word
every single word he says
more than amplifies the silence
now it wont be the same
they said you slipped away
they had some souvenirs to send your way
said their swollen emissary
and every single word
every single word he says
more than amplifies the silence
they said you went away
and left your souvenirs for us to stay
to be bundled up and buried
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The World Is Not Round Sydney, Australia
Making easy-peasy lemon squeezy indie music since 2013.
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