1. |
Summer Falls
02:05
|
|
||
Summer Falls is coming home
Summer Falls is here again
Summer Falls must be coming home
'cause all I hear is talking in the streets
and how I wish I was the one that she
had wanted to be hers
I would have let my hair down
and how I'd dreamt of being by her side
I simply would have died
if she had said no
I met Summer Falls in the city mall
she had hair like fiat currency
I would've gone home with her if I could
but somehow, Summer Falls, she thought I was no good
at lunch with Summer Falls by the riverbank
we ate chips and talked about music from years ago
I swear I would've told her if I could
but my gut said Summer Falls was outta my league for now
and how I wish I was a punk rock girl
specifically a girl
and you can't take this song down
and how I wished that her and I could be
so beautiful that we
could make it spring forever
|
||||
2. |
Climax Café
01:26
|
|
||
welcome to the Climax Café,
how can I help you?
I can be your maid today,
yes sir or no sir? ooh,
you're touching down on Airstrip-One
and tempting fate, it could be fun
I know you say you've got a reputation to keep
but here's to hoping we can wake the nation asleep
sitting in our humble café,
can I get you a menu?
we hope that you're enjoying your stay,
will you order the special? ooh,
you know we never dis-ap-point
“perfect pleasure” is the term we coined
I know you said you never take your coffee with cream
but here's to hoping we can recreate your wet dream
|
||||
3. |
Girlfriends
02:00
|
|
||
well there must be someone you'd rather be seeing
this kindness you're doing, oh, nobody's worth it
we're moving in green through a meadow of medley
identical cities with different dreams
remember you're here now, right by my side, girl
and nothing can hurt us in the cool of the night
when we're together, the one-legged sign
will tell us to yield, but we grow stronger with time
if a girl like you can just trust in me
we don't need to tell right from wrong
and I wonder if, when we find the fifth,
you'll sing along
I can't think of someone I'd rather be holding
the fall of your eyelids, the scent of your hair
it's almost like gold, smells like flowers in spring
and mine's just like auburn; we make a good pair
I give you my gift now, tied up with red rib-bon
it's so very fragile, so handle with care
we won't be defeated, so long as you keep it
I'd give my last breath just to see you survive
if two girls can conquer the world, I feel
we don't need to tell good from bad
and I stop to think, it's the longest spring
we've ever had
|
||||
4. |
A House at Bar Beach
02:43
|
|
||
I was born in a white machine
I was raised in a sea of green
barely prepared, life
was out of my reach
a waste of good meat in
a house at Bar Beach
I was a loser, I was a loner
used to bruise easy and always cut corners
I was an insect, but
never a flower
all the potential
but none of the power
daydreams consumed me, reciting aloud
scenes from my fancies as if I were proud
hardly impaired, but
I acted the part
a waste of grey matter,
intestines, and heart
now I'm enslaved to the sound of wheels
I just want to ride once to see how it feels
the girl of my dreams could
be driving that car
but all that I know is
I want to go far
rituals wearing me down every day
maintain appearance, remember to pray
I wish I had someone
to always call mine
I wish she could save me
from drowning some time
|
||||
5. |
Come Back Kissing
02:06
|
|
||
she's a musician who sleeps where I'm staying
she comes back kissing; taste vodka, I'm paying
she asks me the German names for fruits
and goes to the shops on her own
she's not coming back,
and I realise my mistake can't be undone
she keeps a lock of my hair in her locket
she says it's safekeeping; as long as she's got it
she won't have to mourn my death when it comes
‘cos she’s always got something to clone me from
she won't let me go,
but I wonder if someday I'll be free
she holds my hand on a bridge in the moonlight
it seems like the games that she plays might be over
she tells me, "the moon in the water's so nice -
don't you wish you could hold it yourself?"
before I can answer,
she lifts me up over the rail
|
||||
6. |
Michael
02:12
|
|
||
ich bin dir etwas schuldig noch, Michael
setz das mal nieder, kopf sei hoch, Michael
seh mir's nach, was ich auch muss, Michael
vergib mir seinen blaugrünen Kuss
Michael, wer kann wie Gott sein?
wer sonst kann mich erziehen? Michael,
wer ist wie Gott?
I know you're not waiting anymore, Michael
I gave in like a careless whore, Michael
I hope you don't remember me, Michael
my sins will be forever in stone
Michael, wer kann wie Gott sein?
wer sonst kann mich erziehen? Michael,
wer ist wie Gott?
[I still owe you something, Michael,
please set it down, and look up, Michael
forgive me, like I have to forgive myself, Michael,
and forgive me his turquoise kiss
Michael, who can be like Gxd?
who else can teach me? Michael,
who is like Gxd?]
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
I walk like you do
I look just like you
but there's nothing going on inside
a zombie, it's true
there's nothing that it's like
to be like me
the same way there is for you
we don't make no sense
receive no sense data
just superficial automata
but a zombie like me
thinks a being like you
is equally unthinking too
'cause even in a coma
you're still working overtime
I'm a thought experiment, baby
but I know how to rhyme
|
||||
8. |
My Glyptotheque
01:08
|
|
||
nervous and suburban, my virgin glyptotheque
shudders in the sunstruck street,
hides armless women from the heat
and the skulls that stalk me sense my moans
and smell the strength of my milk-white bones
wrapped up in rice-paper, unshod in trauma ward
they labelled me a waste of time,
I strive to show them I'm worthwhile
I draw my ideal self on the clipboard by the bed
the cure for my disease is femininity
|
||||
9. |
|
|||
I fight a losing battle against the world
I fight a losing battle against this girl
you can't ignore me, I play the quiet game
you will remember my name
I fight with tooth and nail against the tide
until the salt and shale spread far and wide
you can't escape me, nor can I be erased
you will remember my face
and all the witches in the world
all at once turned into dust
and all the riches that you've earned
all at last began to rust
all the frail and gentle people
who you crushed began to rise
and, growing wings and shining beaks,
pluck out your eyes
|
||||
10. |
Too Young
01:54
|
|
||
he's too young to know anything
she's too young to start up
screaming and crying in a social life
back to front
he's too smart to stay up all night
tiring himself out before school in the morning
I just wanna play my synthesizers
and piano all day
(chorus)
but she's too young to be saying things like that
and he's too young to be sure of things like that
he's too idle to think about
the way we feel about the fact he never goes out
she's too dense to even make cereal
it's such a shame
he's far too young to be lying in bed
crying his eyes out after school in the evening
maybe if she told us what was going on
we'd understand (and not kick her out)
(chorus x2)
he's not going to test us
he'd rather lock it all away
I always tell him not to bottle up his feelings
but in this case it's okay
‘cause he’s too grown up to be questioning now
never mind the fact that he's been doing it his whole life
I don't want to call her my daughter right now
but I guess that could change (I hope it can change)
|
||||
11. |
|
|||
come and see us at the Valis
the one and only Valis Hotel
and we'll greet you when we meet you
and humbly take your order as well
we've passed all our health inspections
and all of our employees are fully ensured
we're hoping we can make you happy
and maybe win a Barry Award
come and join us at the Valis
the one and only Valis Hotel
we're the only pub in Australia
with a Michelin Star
|
||||
12. |
The Afterlive
01:44
|
|
||
endlessly baying in the night,
they scratch at the windows,
calling your name -
“please let us in!"
you draw the blinds
and the afterlive sing their confused melody
as they wait for the day they can finally be free
drifting in under the door, you feel
them chilling your ankles and
causing you to complain -
"isn't it cold!
feels like the grave!"
and the afterlive just go on singing in silence
those most constantly present whom no-one can see
|
Jezgra Music NSW, Australia
I make stuff (sometimes with friends) and it goes here! check it out ♥
buy a music, or download it for free i guess! also a ko-fi link where u can support me w/o buying music if that's your jam
Streaming and Download help
If you like Australian PSIcho, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp