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Brunswick Street
02:20
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I never wanna look like I've got nowhere to be on Brunswick Street
The sky's a slab of grey and I'm just trying to sit pretty in the thick of it
Kill every bit of faith that I detect in me, I'll make a lot of enemies, believe it
I'll take the toll tomorrow when the thrill of this city washes off the week
Just burn the lease and tumble through the moment to moment honestly
I'll join you when I'm sick of clinging onto this fantasy we're living in
Imagine what it takes to smash the normalcy, it's harder than it ought to be, I fear it
Inheriting extracted human misery has starved us of our history
Spilling out of my jacket
Onto the carpet
Scrubbing at stains
I feel older
I'm making mockeries
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Catastrophe
03:27
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Drinking a flat warm beer with blood in my mouth
I'm a catastrophe, but I'll wait
Stretching the stale smoke gloom tight over my back
You got the worst of me, and I hate it
Hunting a deep black steel dream beneath my brow
To use in defence of me, when I wake
Drifting around your house spitting red in your sink
I promise I'm hurting me for my sake
Hunting for a climax in the grey
Folding trauma into my embracehate it
Squandered opportunities await
Cloying insecurities abate
Drinking a flat warm beer with blood in my mouth
I'm a catastrophe, but I'll wait
Stretching the stale smoke gloom tight over my back
You got the worst of me, and I hate it
Hunting a deep black steel dream beneath my brow
To use in defence of me, when I wake
Drifting around your house spitting red in your sink
I promise I'm hurting me for my sake
Hunting for a climax in the grey, but I'll wait
Folding trauma into my embrace, and I hate it
Squandered opportunities await, when I wake
Cloying insecurities abate, for my sake
Drinking a flat warm beer with blood in my mouth
I'm a catastrophe, but I'll wait
Stretching the stale smoke gloom tight over my back
You got the worst of me, and I hate it
Hunting a deep black steel dream beneath my brow
To use in defence of me, when I wake
Drifting around your house spitting red in your sink
I promise I'm hurting me for my sake
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The Sunken Sea Melbourne, Australia
Led by Melbourne songwriter Dougal James' frank lyrics and baritone drawl, The Sunken Sea's music blends the personal and
the political.
Soaring melodies slice through dense rhythms and syrupy harmonies to forge dusty Australiana tinged with lopsided jazz and post-punk.
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