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Weight on the Ground
02:30
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Boring down, halfway to Sydney
I saw the blue and red light up the throughway
I threw my head back on the carseat
But they were shooting by
Must be my lucky day
It’s just a morbid fascination
I try to look away
It’s just a taste for detail
Evening bird, hot air and debris
I hope the kid’s alright
Don’t get me wrong
The course from yours to mine was otherwise quite ordinary
That bumper sticker, ‘honk if you’re horny’
It’s just an image imprinted on me now
Morning light, patchwork and needles
Up on the roof I saw insects and people
I keep bracing for a crisis
As if to ease the blow
I know that I could use some weight on the ground
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In the backwater I’m sinking
You know I tried to swim in it
When the dead morning has broken
You know that I’m leaving.
I’m not sleeping easy
The quiet is eating, opening, creeping in closer
I’m not breathing easy
The quiet is eating, opening, creeping in closer
In a high corner I’m shrinking
So maybe I can fit in it
Got the concrete and commotion more than I needed
I’m not sleeping easy
The night is heaving, choking and creeping in closer
I’m not breathing easy
The night is heaving, choking and creeping in
Over and under, eaten alive.
I’m over and under, eaten alive
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Fervour
03:50
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Cure my anguish
Spread it like sickness in the dark
From the blanket I’m under
Cue all my exits
Cue all my virtuous remarks
When my line is caught behind
My tongue
Dressing like everyone
Like nothing I ever get wrong
And you lead
Pointing out everything
Like it's the right way to be seen
Nod to agree and do it with fervour
Nod until all the muscle goes
And the conversation’s over
Hope that i gave the impression i heard ya
As I was searching in my throat
For the line that’s caught behind
My tongue
Dressing like everyone
Like nothing I ever get wrong
And you lead
Pointing out everything
Like it's the right way to be seen
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4. |
Fabric & the Lining
03:19
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And with a tight face she said babe I’m at a loose end
Sometimes to me your love ain’t all that evident
And at the threshold of the Elegance Apartments
All of my useless words slunk out of the lobby
She said for Christ's sake could you try to say the right thing
Sometimes to me that isn’t all that evident
When there’s a catch between the fabric and the lining
Sometimes it all gets a little harder to maintain
Give me time to
Daytime TV prompts all my reactions
I need the touch of a heavy hand sometimes
When there’s a glitch between the dialogue and the action
Sometimes it all feels a little harder to explain
Give me time to
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5. |
Magnolia
03:14
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Right at the wrong time the water breaks it open
Down at the state line I was chewin my gums
Isn’t the Murray-Darling like the South Pacific Ocean?
Under the exit lights losing my conviction
I took a hit tonight and drew your nudes and
time went slippin on through
Baby you look so nice in black and white
What with the cold snap and the national crisis
everything's coloured in blue
But I let your shapes and lines fill up my field of vision
Magnolia, Magnolia
Day gets light, night gets dark and I get caught in the loop
Rise and repeat myself, repeat myself
I talk round in circles while you break up into cubes
Baby you look so cute beaming in in glitching colour
Magnolia, Magnolia
Food gets low, fruit gets ripe
Fuschias won’t bloom
And I feel that.
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We were getting sick of conversation
We were getting drunk as the city skirt was burning up
Take comfort where I can
Put another stain on the carpet
They were saying nothing words and nothing calls for celebration
Take comfort where you can, comfort where you can
And it was peak hour in the apartment
But it felt good to be the first out of the elevator
Take a win where I can
Have another guilt-ridden rum and dry
I’m here for the fireworks and not for making resolutions
I take a breath when I can
Like flame, like coal
I radiate it all
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Violent Earth
03:26
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Feel it like a grass tick boring in
And I cant get it off my neck
Taste it like the old milk souring
And I can’t get it off my breath
Oh my violent head
Breathe in all the bird-life smouldering
And I cant get it off my chest
Clung like cat-fur, black cloud rolling in
And I can get it off my chest
Oh my violent earth
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Accumulation
04:29
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Between the pill and the placebo the line is getting thinner
Pleasure and pain my chemical chains
I take one in the morning, two with a meal, three when I’m up at night
Between the pill and the placebo I guess I’ll be alright
Between the ceiling and the floor, I was a ghost getting whiter
He took the blood from my arm and i had a strong reaction
Lay on your side, picture the moon, subtract and multiply
Between the ceiling and the floor I was in overdrive
Between the cynic and the cure, all of the locks are full of rust
Kill what you’ve learned and will it to turn now
Miracle diet, sure I’ll try it if you say so
Between the cynic and cure there’s a long way to go
Body and mind, mind you
It's an accumulation
Kill it with kindness, kill it with kindness
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Work & Reward
03:25
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Fishless man, yelling at the line
Nothing ever bites until you turn around
He’s so angry, shaking like a fist
Cool it with a red bull and a cigarette
Two cents of mine, slow on the inclines
But I feel ya, honest, easy
Tuesday night, television eyes
Annie ran a light down at the interchange
We were too busy cussing at the news
No one ever talks about anything
But two cents of mine won’t pay the road fines
And we’re squeezing for it really
Hard luck, nothing comes easy
in the churning core
Hard luck, nothing comes easy
It’s work & reward
8.25, punch it in the clock
Pump it into gas and get dividends
Something for the future, something for the kids
So you gotta sacrifice the meantime?
Two cents of yours is more than I asked for
If I’m being honest really
I got no air for my love
She’s got no window for me
Hard luck, nothing comes easy
Are you feeling free?
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Temperature, sea change
I want to regulate
I’m an ice cream, a heat wave
I want to regulate
Up down, down and up
I couldn’t reach my body
I couldn’t sense the distance
I couldn’t feel your fingers
Cold shower and my fleece coat
Deep space helps me to regulate
Get back far enough
I couldn’t reach your planet
I couldn’t see the edges.
You couldn’t eat your breakfast
Temperature, sea change
I want to regulate
I’m a dustbowl, a floodplain
I want to regulate
I want a sturdy instinct
Something to hold on tight to
I need an early warning
I need a clock that keeps time
I wanna be your strongman
Steady like a statue
Heavy like a headline
And ready for the punches
I wanna feel connection
I wanna cut the sharpness
I wanna join the action
I wanna break the harness
Watch me coming up
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Human Noise Sydney, Australia
Based between Melbourne and Sydney, Human Noise have built a strong reputation on writing music that is agitated,
introspective and wry. Injected with equal measures of angst and humour, their music manages
to comment on both the self and society with acute awareness and, like all good satire, leaves its audience refocusing that lens towards themselves.
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