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Human Condition
03:25
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Old friend, what’s up with you?
Your eyes a darker shade of blue
Your skin is thin, I see the veins right through
Good god, you’re standing there
In last night’s clothes, no underwear
Your fingers bleed from picking at the skin
You say, “There’s nothing good, and nothing bad,
There’s just what you take and what you’re given.”
You say, “So what if I’m feeling sad?
This loneliness is just a part of living.”
And all the lonely people,
Where do they come from?
You know the song
Do you know the answer yet?
You’ve got nowhere to go,
Each day is a private show
You don’t know your neighbours
Your friends are on the internet.
You say, “There’s nothing good, and nothing bad,
There’s just what you take and what you’re given.”
You say, “So what if I’m feeling sad?
This loneliness is just a part of living.”
Such a long time, such a long time
And still nobody comes
Such a small world, such a small world
And I can’t find no one.
You say, “There’s nothing good, and nothing bad,
There’s just what you take and what you’re given.”
You say, “So what if I’m feeling sad?
This loneliness is just a part of living.”
And you say, “Don’t you look at me like that,
It’s the way it is and there’s no use wishing
Yeah, no shit, you’re feeling sad
This loneliness is the human condition.
This loneliness is just a part of living.”
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All our friends, they’re breaking up,
Or having babies.
While we pretend that it’s enough
Another dirty town, my thoughts derail
And I can’t stop them
Fast food, slow nights, you far away
I make bad choices when I got them
How we gonna hold it up, this fragile love?
Your grandmother she met her man
When she was thirteen.
A little church and family plans,
She had six babies
And quietly raised them.
She stuck it out, for faith in God
And for lack of options.
Where here and now, the faith is gone,
And we make bad choices when we’ve got them.
How we gonna hold it up, this fragile love?
All the finest crystal glasses kept locked under key
We take them out on Christmas Day and we hold them preciously
My mother’s mother passed them down but she don’t wanna give them to me
She says,”All that beauty weighs you down and you’re better off now, free.”
How we gonna hold it up, this fragile love?
Glitters like the sun, our love it glitters like the sun
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3. |
The Excavator
03:36
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You spent the summer cleaning out your father’s house,
In the basement, in your home town.
Cold family bones, you were digging, digging down.
Dead quiet in the house now,
Where he raised his sons and daughter.
Vines choking up the pipes,
There’s nothing left except the bricks and mortar.
Oh, oh, baby please come up for air.
Got to let it go, go, lay it all to rest down there
You’ll never find what you’re looking for,
Down on your knees on the basement floor.
Oh, oh, baby please come up for air.
You had to open every dusty box,
But found not a sign of his life inside.
You only left with his watch that was stolen
Out of the back of my car that night.
You don’t really want to talk about it,
Babe, I tell you that’s all right with me.
I’ll come down and find you in the dark and quiet,
I’ll sit by your side and I will help you breathe.
Oh, oh, baby please come up for air.
Got to let it go, go, lay it all to rest down there
You’ll never find what you’re looking for,
Down on your knees on the basement floor.
Oh, oh, baby please come up for air.
Please come up for air.
Please come up for air.
Oh, oh, baby please come up for air.
Got to let it go, go, lay it all to rest down there
You’ll never find what you’re looking for,
Down on your knees on the basement floor.
Oh, oh, baby please come up for air.
Please come up for air.
Please come up for air.
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4. |
Song from the 36th Floor
03:11
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Sunday night, chest tight
Grabbing at the last light now.
City growing dark beneath
I got to leave the house.
Got to breathe in and breathe out.
Got to breathe in.
Muscle-tee man gets a pedicure on the street
Rows of knock-off phones,
The smell of frying meat.
Ma’am where you from, ma’am where you from?
Ma’am where you from?
Where are you tonight,
While I am talking to myself and wasting time?
And all the minutes just keep rolling around on the floor
Rolling around on the floor of your mind.
Where do all the days go,
The hours pass so fast.
Living for the future in bodies that aren’t built to last.
You will be old before you know
You will be old.
Where are you tonight,
While I am talking to myself and wasting time?
And all the minutes just keep rolling around on the floor
Rolling around on the floor of your mind.
You ride your bike back home
Nowhere else to go
You ride your bike back home
And the wind it blows
You ride your bike back home
Go to bed alone.
Where are you tonight,
While I am talking to myself and wasting time?
And all the minutes just keep rolling around on the floor
Rolling around on the floor of your mind.
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Daylight Saving
03:50
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Keep having dreams where I have cheated
Wake up feeling sore and sad
I guess I’m scared that I will fuck up
The best thing I ever had
Distance makes the heart grow fond
But messes up my head
Messes up my head
Don’t turn your clocks back, babe
Don’t put another hour between us
I don’t call cos I’m afraid
Of what I say when I don’t mean it
Could we take that extra hour,
Save it up for when we meet?
Spend it on a day together
Swimming nude in Coopers Creek
There’s nothing stopping us
From taking all the time we need
There’s nothing stopping us
Don’t turn your clocks back, babe
Don’t put another hour between us
I don’t call cos I’m afraid
Of what I might say when I don’t mean it
I pick up the phone,
It’s been seven days
But words don’t flow
I’m tired, it’s getting late
I don’t know, I don’t know
What you’re trying to say
And time just ticks away
Don’t turn your clocks back, babe
Don’t put another hour between us
I don’t call cos I’m afraid
Of what I might say when I don’t mean it
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6. |
Wallace Street
03:36
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That month at Wallace Street,
Kathleen and Jimmy both moved out.
You came to meet us all,
Then you moved your things into our house
Could barely catch my breath
When you sat beside me on the couch
That winter rained like hell,
The roof leaked into pots and pans.
We stood round the stove to warm our hands.
I showed you Vegemite,
You showed me the songs of Georges Brassens.
But you didn’t chase, you didn’t run
You just stood quiet
And when my fears dissolved, like crumbling walls
You were by my side.
That night out in the yard,
My mind for once was clear.
Blankets on the grass,
Your body warm and near.
I woke to magpie song,
And your voice beside my ear.
But you didn’t chase, you didn’t run
You just stood quiet
And when my fears dissolved, like crumbling walls
You were by my side.
Oh, we had each other,
Each other,
Hanging by a thread.
Oh, we had the other’s,
The other’s heart, the other’s head
We didn’t know it yet.
But you didn’t chase, you didn’t run
You just stood quiet
And when my fears dissolved, like crumbling walls
You were by my side
You were by my side.
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Anna Smyrk Melbourne, Australia
With a voice described as ‘truly astonishing’ by Rolling Stone, Anna Smyrk is a powerful singer and song-maker from
Australia.
Her songs are anthemic indie bombshells, pairing vulnerable lyrics with explosive arrangements and ear-wormy hooks.
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