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Flop
03:55
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Waking up in filthy lounge rooms
Learn by going where we have to go
as we slowly sink below
Try forget those well-known faces
Wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
I make everyone my foe
Take my hand and show me a better way
I never played that well with others in the first place
I'm not the man I should be
And who I was is just a memory
Take my hand before I fall again
So meet me at the stairs at Fed Square
We'll spike our coffee and we'll laugh at what they say
You make everything okay
And then you ask me if I'm scared of dying
as you squeeze my hand and pass the spliff my way
I say something I wouldn't normally say
Take my hand and show me a better way
I never played that well with others in the first place
I'm not the man I should be
And who I was is just a memory
Take my hand before I fall again
And all these weekends blur together
All we wanted was a chance to be set free and be all that we could be
I really wish that you could stay forever
I feel the fire in the dirt under our feet
We could do this, you and me
Take my hand and show me a better way
I'm just a boy trapped in a man who's lost his way
And nothing seems worthwhile
Nothing makes me smile
Take my hand before I fall again
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2. |
Bellyacher
04:43
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Don't know why I'm still afraid
You understand me
Patch me up as colours fade
And I'll keep finding reasons why I can't just let it go
Avoid the sunlight
Guess it only goes to show
That I don't feel right
Let's go drown all of our fears
So they can't find us
I won't waste your time if you don't waste that drink
I wish I had the guts to follow through
But I conceal it
All these thoughts bring me to you
But I can't feel it
You could solve my head
I could soon be dead
We could fix the world right from my bed
But I'll go numb myself till I can't think
And you'll stay home instead
Beat my gums until they bleed
And still, you listen
What I want vs what I need
The old rendition
How are you not fed up with my shit?
I'm like a broken record
Please, just bite my neck and shut me up
Before I start again
You could solve my head
I could soon be dead
We could fix the world right from my bed
But I'll go numb myself till I can't think
And you'll stay home instead
Every night it feels the same
We're going nowhere
We hang around the place like pigeons on the street
Rolling my last cigarette
I mumble softly
"Why can't I just find my feet?"
You could solve my head
I could soon be dead
We could fix the world right from my bed
But I'll go numb myself till I can't think
And you'll play opposite
You'll play opposite
I can't fight the demons in my head
That's why I numb myself till I can't think
So I can go to bed
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3. |
Lemon
05:12
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I know I seem calm and collected
But I'm bursting at the seams
I feel the questions boil over
But I don't know what they mean
We sit around the table drinking
And debate our current state
I slur a plea to share a taxi
And we both accept our fate
We don't know who to be
We float around like diamonds on the sea
With no apology
I hear you singing from the kitchen
And I pretend I'm asleep
I know you're in there making breakfast
Can I be yours to keep?
Forget about your lecture
And I'll forget I have work
It's not like they can't wait another day
Let's stay in bed and watch It's Always Sunny on repeat
The truth is
With you here
One night is not enough
We don't know who to be
We float around like diamonds on the sea
With no apology
I hope you're happy now
Your smile ignites a fire I can't put out
It lights up all my dark
And regulates the beating of this heart
I hope you're happy now
Cos I'm starting to feel alright here next to you
I know I seem calm and collected
But I'm bursting at the seams
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4. |
Hawker
04:09
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I met a lady in Brunswick
I knocked upon her door
I said my pitch
She'd heard it all before
She said "Son, you're far too handsome to flog shit door to door"
I said "I'm sorry miss, but it's either this job or the floor"
She told me her name was Nancy
She smoked two packs a day
She wreaked of rock and roll
A blonde with roots of grey
She worked the bar at a local pisshole and kept the drunks at bay
And if you tipped her right
It'd be your lucky day
And so she told me of her life and all the things she's seen before
How they sent her love across the sea to fight someone else's war
She worked her fingers to the bone until he made it back ashore
And they got married in the summer and people toasted to their health
But then he couldn't escape the shit he'd seen
So then he went off and hung himself
She carried on but she could never love another but herself
And despite all her trials she wore everything
She'd gone through with a grin
I said "I don't know how you do it, I've seen half the shit you've seen and I can't win"
She said "I know life's good at dealing shitty hands
But it's the way I play that makes me who I am
You never know what could be coming round the bend
And if I fold, how will I ever have a win?"
I met this girl from Sydney
She went and stole my heart
It was an awful bet
I knew it from the start
She said "Phil, I'm far too fragile to watch us fall apart"
I'll always love you, and that's the hardest part"
I said "I know you're good at dealing shitty hands
But it's the way I play that makes me who I am
I wanna put your name down as my next of kin
And if I fold, how will I ever have a win?"
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5. |
Shoegazer
03:03
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I drive past old terrace houses and boarded up doors
As you tell me all the things you've been before
All the rooftops look the same
We sit on the pavement
Get high on the street
You tell me that you feel so incomplete
As our hands ignite a flame
Dry your eyes
You'll miss the sunlight slowly split the grey
I'm right here and we can always fight another day
Don't freak out
We're only running out of things to say
Bite my lip and all the darkness slowly fades away
Pull up at the station
You put on Brand New
We laugh as every train passes on through
Then I finally take you home
This flask in my pocket
It taught me to sing
It's telling me to tell you everything
About how you make me feel
Dry your eyes
You'll miss the sunlight slowly split the grey
I'm right here and we can always fight another day
Don't freak out
We're only running out of things to say
Bite my lip and all the darkness slowly fades away
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6. |
Floater
04:04
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I was going through photos the other day
Trying to find a shitty meme to sum up all the things I couldn't say
And I found those selfies you took in my room
with my phone while I was away
So I blew them up and hung them on my wall
so when I wake I see your face
You're right beside me and everything's okay
And I practised those breathing techniques that you showed me
Inhale every 8 seconds and breathe out everything I don't wanna be
But it don't work the same when you're not here
I lie awake on the floor compiling lists of all my deepest fears
He needed more than me so I'll just disappear
And I know that you're probably with him right now
You'll tell him all of your fears
He'll wanna save you but he won't know how
So he'll try and hold you together
and tell you his love is as deep as the sea
And you'll probably raise a finger to his lips
and ask him who he wants to be
I hope he loves you nearly half as much as me
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7. |
Dropkick
06:46
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I hope this song finds you well
I'd try to call but see but I'm far too stoned to function
I'm sorry I've been a phantom of late
But I'm so scared of disappointing you and it's so hard to think straight
These past few years have taken their toll
I find it hard to gain control of my thoughts and so I use anything that I can use to block them out
Because she stole my fucking voice
And so I shot her with my silence
But then she poisoned all I had
With all these tall stories of violence
And now I've pushed away my friends
Can't help but wonder what they're thinking
It's getting hard to leave my bed
I'd put my insides out on display
But I'm a spineless fucking coward who's got nothing to say
I'll always love you
And it's okay
But we're completely different people
And you won't understand anyway
And mum I know you pray for me
It's kinda cute that you still act like that is helping
I know you're trying
I know it hurts
But a fake man in the sky won't ever change the way my brain works
You know I still think about that night
A family swallowed whole because I picked the wrong fight
But I was only 16
I didn't have a clue
Imagine if I picked a stranger over you
I'd put my insides out on display
But I'm a spineless fucking coward who's got nothing to say
I'll always love you
And it's okay
But we're completely different people
And you won't understand anyway
And Dad, you know I love you so
But all your rage destroyed our family
And I've inherited it from you
It's why I numb myself daily
And though I know I didn't do those things
Your face still haunts me every morning
I see you staring back at me
Raising your hand without a warning
I know I'm down and out
But I'm still here
And I'm not going anywhere
Never had a brother
Now I've got a few
And though I treat them poorly
They get me through
I watch the ghosts pack up and quietly slip in their coffins
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Phil Wolfendale Melbourne, Australia
Hi I'm Phil, a songwriter from Melbourne. I enjoy cheap beer/wine, mexican food, patting other people's dogs, smoking too many ciggies, eating olives straight out of the jar, quoting Kevin Smith movies, playing music anywhere and everywhere someone will let me and writing songs relatable to anyone going through something they wish they didn't have to. ... more
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