1. |
Are you listening?
03:26
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How long until I finish this?
Are you, is anyone listening?
All I really am and all I make
are borrowed words and melodies
of my heroes underground
But maybe someone out there
is listening
Tell me why I
Why I do all this?
Pour my heart out on this stage tonight
Because all I really want
and all I need
is to be seen
for who I really am
But maybe someone out there
is listening?
No one else
no reply
you and I alone and alive in this place
Nothing else
I can hear
but the sound of your voice lifting
Subtle waves
floating on
leaning back
I begin giving in to it
No one else
you and I
Tell me how it came to this
Are you, was anyone listening?
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2. |
Did it hurt you?
02:24
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What’s that baby?
You heard that no one’s listening
On the edge of thirty
Why not disappear completely?
Did it hurt you?
When you fell right off your cloud
And hit the ground
You’re far too old to sing your heart out
Does it kill you?
Doesn’t it just eat you up?
Your dreams played out
By someone younger more attractive
What’s that baby?
After everything I’d said
Still want it badly
Well don’t go out into the sunshine
oxygen‘ll slowly get you
Stay hot, burn out, hide your baggage
no one really cares you’re hurting
pack it up when you turn thirty
time to disappear completely
What’s that baby?
No one’s listening
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3. |
Home Away From Home
02:57
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Our home this run-down tavern
Watch them horses go round and round
No talking hardly any women
Only Charlene behind the bar
Go ask if her day has been slow
One bloke glued to the pokies
Flashing lights, you think he’s won?
Two credits from forty dollars
Yeah maybe yeah maybe this time
Well you won’t know ‘til you try
Sit down and meet the locals
Old Jack’s a drooling mess
Few others hiding in the corner
Yeah one more and then I’ll go home
One more and then I’ll go home
One more and then I’ll go home
Home away from home in this run-down tavern
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4. |
R U OK Russo?
02:26
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Every Monday night Russo’s ready to fight
Down a kilo of wings wash it down with a pint (or 5,6,7,8)
He’s the mate that you hate
He’s the glue to your team
At Dux Nuts famous quiz
highlight of the week (with your favourite host GEE!)
R U OK
Do U wanna play?
Are you ready to win?
Are you ready to laugh?
‘cause Russo’s got a whole list of
names that you’ll love (HA HA HA HA)
How about show us your chips
Or quiz on her face? (Oh Russo you make it so hard to choose!!)
R U OK
Do U wanna play?
R U ready to go
R U S S O...
R U alright?
Do U wanna fight
R U ready to go
I’m R U S S O
Every Monday night Russo gets in a fight
With your favourite host after pint number 5
Cause when you know that you’re right
You ain’t wrong am I right?
Russo mate just let it go please
Nah I told you the answer’s Rio De Janeiro!!
R U OK
R U gonna play?
R U ready to go
R U S S O...
R U alright?
Do U wanna fight
R U ready to go?
R U S S O
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5. |
Too Little Too Late
03:33
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Dirty handed sticky fingered
Some naughty careless kids
Who get into some real deep shit
But boys will be boys will be lads
Am I right? Am I wrong?
Can I question can I call it out?
Am I treading on some hallowed, sacred ground?
Go ahead and say go ahead and do
Whatever you want to whoever’s around
Why would you take account
of the choices that you make?
‘cause we can laugh it off you lovable cunt
When you’re a bit too drunk and carrying on
Waving your cock around and spitting in my face
Too little too late
Oh the boy is suffering
Too little too late
He’s really hurting
Too late
Now he’s been called out
Too little too late
Oh the boy is sorry
Too little too late
He didn’t mean it
Too late
Now he’s been called out
GUITAR SOLOOOO
I understand not all men
Yeah I understand you’re not all bad
Yeah I understand I don’t need telling twice
I’m just getting real tired real tired of hearing
That he’s a real good guy
Who goes a little overboard
Nah you don’t know him like we do
Too little too late
Oh the boy is suffering
Too little too late
He’s really hurting
Too late
Now he’s been called out
Too little too late
Oh the boy is sorry
Too little too late
He didn’t mean it
Too late
Now he’s been called out
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6. |
Grab Your Gun
03:59
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Grab your gun
And your gold
Get ready to ride
But your tired horse
Ain’t going this time
Not for you
Not for any man
You plan to make
It great again
Got a plan to kill
While your world’s at an end
Stare right into the sun
Howl at the moon
Because this town just ain’t big enough
For men like you
Grab your good book
And bow
And read your rights
Keep your faith
Strong and true and blind
And ride out
With no clear
End in sight
Ride out
You know they’re wrong
You know you’ll find
The edge in time
Stare right into the sun
Howl at the moon
Weighed down by the dust in your boots
Stare right into the sun
Howl at the moon
Because this new world ain’t good enough
For men like you
Grab your gun
And your gold
And reach for the sky
Stand your ground
Don’t move
Get left behind
Got a plan to make
It great again
While a new world starts
Yours starts to end
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7. |
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At the end of the night
House music dies
Cold flooding florescent
Unflattering light
Maybe time now to say your goodbyes
Oh decisions decisions
Do you head on home?
Or make your way to connections
It’s Thursday night Drag night
a night made for dancing alone
And the tension is thick
Can feel it miles away
You want to reach out and touch her
You want her
She wants you
You wanna to get out of this place?
And she’s only got you
Locked in her sights
But you’ve got work in the morning
Forget it
Accept it
It’s time now to say your goodbyes
Closing time music dies
Lights come up say goodbye now
What to do, where to go
Home alone, say goodbye now
Closing time music dies
Lights come up say goodbye now
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8. |
Day In Day Out
03:49
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Loiter in confinement of your own creation
Abide here dwelling in, dwelling under
Remembering when some stranger met my gaze and said,
"Ya' oughta lighten up coz no one likes a sad cunt."
At last a night alone at home to stay in
Believing outside they're all talking about me
Unfailing these grandiose delusions,
"Tell you all your life you've never met a girl so self-involved."
Drink, slip into a stupor
Are you sad?
Are you lonely?
Do you need a friend?
Yeah... what?
I don't know, man.
Nothing's really registering or getting through.
Day in day out living like this
"Do you feel lighter, little liberated..
..now you're heavily medicated?"
Plateaued and quietly productive..
..as we stumble on a cloud looking through a Desvenlafaxine haze
Day in day out
Don't understand it
Why do I keep going? What am I doing here?
"
Look... you better harden up!"
"Won't you listen... just listen... fucking listen to me!"
"Get up and go ya' know ya' so much more than this."
So start taking control
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9. |
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Sink into the cushions
waiting for an old friend in euphoria
“Yeah, I’m sure doing better
..oh hey look, I’m unwell again.”
Greet the day smoke it up
and drink it back down and then
Wake. Relax. Repeat again.
No, no, no it don’t matter to me
I’m lighter than the air I breathe
Forgot what I was running from
Forgot what I was living for
Why try for anything?
It seems out of reach so I just
Wake. Relax. Repeat
Wake. Relax. Repeat repeat repeat.
Some days; in love, in awe of everything
some days you’re good
Some days you’d place your trust in everything
some days you’re gone
Some days; release you’re reaching clarity
Some days you’re good
Some days you’d lose your faith in everything
some days you’re gone
It’s 5am and here I am
banging on a tambourine
What are we doing here?
What am I doing here?
Around the fire trying to figure out
the six degrees that separate
you and I from them and us
from her, them, him fuck knows who else
and thought I’d grow to like myself
by now but I’ll just push it down
happy to go ‘round again
Wake. Relax. Repeat repeat
happy to go round again
wake. Relax. Repeat again
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10. |
catholic guilt
04:15
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I’ve been hoping I’ve been wishing
a higher god or holy spirit
Mary, Jesus, Joseph help me out
Sorry about my catholic guilt there
slipping in and pouring out
Now I’m balled up feeling guilty on the couch
It has a way of clouding up my point of view
Makes me believe the things I tell myself are true
All that I hear is that I’m poisonous and broken but maybe god will help
And I’m sick of it
oh I’m sick of it
I’ve been sitting on open C
Waiting for song to show itself to me
All just sounds the same
So I turn up the radio
And I pretend I’m someone everybody knows
My album featured on triple j
It has a way of clouding up my point of view
Makes me believe if I work hard I might break through
but all the songs I hear they sing about being sad
and hating where they’re at
and I’m sick of it
Oh I’m sick of it
I’ve been out of touch and aging fast
All I want to do is crack open my chest
And show my heart
Sorry that’s a bit too much
And maybe I should just shut up
And wait to be discovered in the dark
It has a way of clouding my point of view
Makes me doubt every single thing I do
Makes me say to myself everyday I need fixing that no one’s listening
Everyone’s against me ‘cause I’m narcissistic, good for nothing
But I will find a way to push through
While still doubting every single thing I do
‘cause I’m okay and I’m quite capable I’m more than enough
And I’m sick of it
Oh I’m sick of it
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Jocelyn's Baby Perth, Australia
A second gen Filipina/Aussie migrant raised in the Northern Perth (where all the suburbs look the same). Likes writing songs
about home, identity and healing.
Since releasing their debut ep Foetus & Fossil Jocelyn’s Baby has grown and evolved into a 4-piece iteration with Courtney Hardy on drums, Aaron Graham on bass and Joshua Rospondek on lead guitar.
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