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The Pilot
03:58
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You made it through the premiere, despite the efforts of the crew
And from the cut out letters, realised just what to do
You had a big idea, a religion to convert to
When you first began to write, you knew the end would hurt you.
And somewhere in the cutting room, your magnum opus lies
In pieces on the concrete floor, an edited disguise
So get your pens and pencils out, you’ve already been warned
Your heart was broken long ago, but still the show goes on.
I know I swore I’d never work on something that I hate
The network wants its ratings and the format’s out of date
Bring me fairy lights and trinkets and send the message home
Oh producer, my Medusa, you are turning me to stone.
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Murphy's Law
03:57
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Mum said,
If the bastards get you down, not to waste your time just moping roudn at home.
Mum said,
You can try so very hard, but sometimes, sometimes it just won’t.
I knew the words would haunt me in some strange, prophetic way.
And now it’s coming for me, it’ll be here any day
If anything can go wrong
If anything can go wrong
You know it will
I had
A master plan to follow through
Didn’t think that I’d be sifting through the ash.
I put
All my money into hope
Back before the price of narcissism crashed
I felt the gambler’s ruin in the stacking of the deck
And now it’s coming for me, an arrow in my neck.
If anything can go wrong
If anything can go wrong
You know it will
You know it will.
These words will kill,
and when they kill you dead,
you'll remember what she said.
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Skymining
05:24
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The air vents are humming away
I take a deep breath
Cast in the light of the day,
There’s not much light left.
Oh it’s getting dark out here
The planet earth shines bright and clear
But they’re behind the screen and I can’t look away too long
Skymining…skymining.
I’m watching a tropical storm
It’s heading on south
Three hundred and two days I’m gone
I open my mouth, but there's nothing left to say,
It wouldn’t matter anyway.
So I go back to ruminating reasons that I’m wrong
When I’m skymining
Thousand miles away from the arms of anyone
Skymining
Nothing in my eyes but light from long dead suns.
Long dead suns…
Nothing in my eyes.
So are you having fun?
Never a surprise…
(Hands up, Father Time
I’ve no safety line.
Hands up, Father Time
You were never mine)
The air vents are humming a hymn
I turn off the light
My station, it tumbles and spins
Forward on into night
And when tomorrow’s here
I’ll wake to sunlight bright and clear
I’ll breathe the air and gaze upon the world
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Death & Taxes
04:28
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I had a memory
of you in a dress
one saturday morning,
our place was a mess
But you didn’t mind it
And I didn’t care
Cause we were together
And life was fair
But it doesn’t work that way
My love, you ought to know
If you forget to pay
All the money that you owe
The debt collector will have your guts for garters
He'll take it all and leave you broken hearted.
When the money man decrees
To repossess and seize
Remember what you borrowed when you started
I had a vision
Of a house on a hill
And an old concrete bunker
The world was still
And nobody had to
Pretend or deceive
Cause we had each other.
But nothing is free
And it doesn’t work that way
My love, you ought to know
If you forget to pay
All the money that you owe
The debt collector will have your guts for garters
He'll take it all and leave you broken hearted.
When the money man decrees
To repossess and seize
Remember what you borrowed when you started
Should have put it in the will,
cause someone always pays the bill
We had a contract,
A malleable sign.
Don't worry about me,
you know I'll be fine.
And we'll never get to
do all the things that we planned.
We gotta be brave now -
Let go of my hand....
The debt collector will have your guts for garters
(He'll tie you up and pull 'em out.)
He'll take it all and leave you broken hearted.
(You know that's what it's all about.)
When the money man decrees
To repossess and seize
Remember what you borrowed when you started
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Entr'acte
02:32
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6. |
Tell Me I'm Wrong
04:06
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In our little house
Something’s died inside
The wall but we won’t find out what it was
And it isn’t right
If I try to hide
The body from the raven and his claws.
Tell me I’m wrong,
Oh lord.
All my little nerves
Have tied into a knot
The strangest thing I've felt in all my life.
And the feeling burns
Through the morningtime
In a far off galaxy, you were my wife.
I can taste the moonshine, the starlight,
A back porch and floodlight
The dentists, the barbers,
The eyes of my father.
Tell me I'm wrong,
Oh lord.
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7. |
Exodus
07:12
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I have got a stone inside my stomach lining.
I have found a way to keep the sun from shining.
I take a walk through fields of grey, away from summer’s light.
I always seem to find myself on some rocky cove at night .
The beach is dark
The wind blows tall
The tide grows ever higher
And from the rocks
I breathe out smoke
And slowly stoke the fire
I have got a lengthy tube that fits inside my nose
A bucket of salt water percolating far below
I siphon out my memories so slowly, one by one
They’re floating to the top, bleached white, deprived of sun.
The beach is dark
The wind blows tall
The tide grows ever higher
And from the rocks
I breathe out smoke
And slowly stoke the fire
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8. |
Things We Missed
04:15
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When I’m holding you tight
Say it will be alright
And with all my heart
I try to believe
When the shadows get long
My indifference is gone
I let time carry on
And try to breathe
And I remember
The things we missed
The life we said we’d have
But baby tell me
Did it exist
Or was I going mad?
When we came to the end
What our love couldn’t mend
Left a hole in my dreams
Where you used to be
When I look to the sun
All the things that I’ve done
Eat like worms in my spine
And terrify me
And I remember
The things we missed
The life we said we’d have
But baby tell me
Did it exist
Or was I going mad?
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9. |
Time
03:58
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Time
Take your washing off the line
Feel it on your mind...
Well, you know what I mean.
And every day you waited
You calculated
the hours passing by
...nearly found them this time
Share
Whatever you may find.
(Out there.)
The water made the marks on my face stand so fine.
Taking my intentions
The new inventions
We filed every crime under my name.
Oh, the sun in my sky
Oh, the wind in my trees
Oh, the clouds goin’ by,
Oh, the plates in my knees.
Listen....
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10. |
Running Song
03:38
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When my mind is troubled
I go out to run.
Across suburban Geebung,
Below the morning sun
And somewhere on my journey
I begin to find
These old legs have carried me
To my peace of mind.
My authorship has laid me down
My words bend and exert me
You see, when I began to write,
I knew the end would hurt me.
Compulsive chords are changing
Into systems endocrine.
It helps to keep on going
When I don’t like what’s behind.
I run on and on through the streets and the lawns
And the bicycle path, by the vines
The sun’s shining bright
It’ll all be alright
Cause I’m running to ease my mind.
My thighs and feet are aching
My lungs begin to burn
I pass the fenceless dog park
The place where big trucks turn
And I’ll just keep on going
Even though I’m not that fast
The bad can never catch up
when it hears me running past
I run steady and slow through the tracks and the roads
And the old tyre swing on the tree
The sun’s getting low
And so onward I go
Because out in the world, I am free.
When my mind is troubled, I go out to run
Across suburban Geebung, below the setting sun.
And as I crest the final hill the city shines so bright.
The pretty colours linger as I run into the night.
I run silent and still through the driveways and hills
The railroad and station lights gleam
I’m ending the race,
Everything’s in its place.
and I’m running toward my dreams.
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Fin's Contingency Plan Brisbane, Australia
Much-loved genres collide to form something unbearable. Fin Nicol-Taylor leads a grubby troupe of assorted musically-literate mercenaries to fight the evil forces of good taste and restraint. Fin's Contingency Plan creates music for the new modern age.
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Excellent lo-fi experimental psychedelic pop from London. "The Doula's Tulpa" wins award for most interesting title, and also the most creative use of a tremolo pedal since the Rumble.
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Brisbane surreal comedy rock act Canny and Hall knock it out of the park with two ridiculous tunes on their debut. "The Beach" finally describes my constant, unending experiences at the beach. Quality
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