1. |
Napoleon
03:14
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She stumbles in her six inch heals
Her girlfriend falls, her toenail peels
Like dominos reach for more dots
Showing in line like pedigree pups
They strut the strip from mum’s car to market
Meat stuffed into napkins and their harlots
V-necks for victory, hemlines snort for heaven
Clicking gold horseshoes, closer to god
I don’t want to meet them
I just want to judge them
Jealous of fun in the sun
Takes a sinner to see it’s a sin in his grin
Took out my eye with my umbrella inside
I don’t want to meet them
I just want to judge them
Jealous of fun in the sun
Takes a sinner to see it’s a sin in his grin
Leave my umbrella to stew in the doorway bin
He hits the rum from Queensland’s sun
His slogan tee says he’s big fun
His girlfriend chose a fuchsia pun
Well she’s not here so don’t tell anyone
Spraying jess with his coaching gap year
Sweet sixteen and flinching down her first beer
Boyfriends shriek “kicking onto showgirls!”
Clicking gold car keys, closer to god
I don’t want to meet them
I just want to judge them
Jealous of fun in the sun
Takes a sinner to see it’s a sin in his grin
Took out my eye with my umbrella inside
I don’t want to meet them
I just want to judge them
Jealous of fun in the sun
Takes a sinner to see it’s a sin in his grin
Leave my umbrella to stew in the doorway bin
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2. |
Gripped On Grim
03:12
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So so please shout out
Is there something i can do?
I’ll think myself to death
If i do not breathe with you
Please shot out
Is there something i can do?
I’ll think myself to death
If i do not breathe with you
See, i have this habit of
Starting out too fast
Then i trip on my big words
Cross crawling in last
Please shout out
Is there something i can do?
I’ll think myself to death
If i do not breathe with you
Here we go
We keep falling into eyes
And we’re falling pretty quickly
So the ground is coming soon
Take my hand
You know it’s here right next to you
If we let go of our baggage
We can fly like in cartoons
I wanted to wake to you
But there was nothing i could say
That my stutter hadn’t said
I wanted to break to you
Just like you broke to me
It’s a one way street
Don’t let go
I keep falling onto knives
And I’m bleeding oh so slowly
And i have no scars to show
Cut my palms
Before you tie them to your truth
If you’re hunting me for game red hands
He has a right to know
I wanted to wake to you
But there was nothing i could say
That our ankles hadn’t said
I wanted to break to you
Just like you broke to me
It’s a two way street
So so please shout out
Is there something i can do?
I’ll think myself to death
If i do not breathe with you
Please shot out
Is there something i can do?
I’ll think myself to death
If i do not breathe with you
See, i have this habit of
Starting out too fast
Then i trip on my big words
Crawling in last
Please shout out
Is there something i can do?
I’ll drink myself to death
If i do not leave with you
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3. |
Tell Me Everything
03:29
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They sent her out because they were bored
Her story's read more than rags they can't afford
When the coffee table's bare
It's time to bare her soul
God knows they'll never live a full life of their own
She's just trying to keep her sheet clean
"but she's sinking in the stream"
I know that's what they say
And though they try to warn her
They'd still rather be her
And though they say "her dreams so sound clichéd"
She spins grown men like clay
And the impressions that she makes
Could be reflected in the lakes
Of the tears of those plasticine boys
Who looked the same
But did they taste the same?
And did they think the same?
One answer she'll never know
Because the gawkers always jump the gun
Oh it's never quite fair enough
You've got this great rapport
You think you won it all
And then you trip and fall
You drop the whole fish bowl
She's just trying to keep her sheets clean
"but she's sinking in the stream"
I know that's what they say
And though they try to warn her
They'd still rather be her
And though they say "her dreams so sound clichéd"
She spins grown men like clay
And the impressions that she makes
Could be reflected in the lakes
Oh they egg her on
"jump back in! Plenty more fish in the sea!"
They egg her on
"jump back in! Plenty more fish in the sea!"
They egg her on more, she turns
swims into glass tank wall
Now she knows they just wanted caviar
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4. |
Vulture Culture
02:40
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Wallflowers have withered
They were pissed on by the vultures
Trigger clicks, I feel sick
Guess now cult is short for culture
What happens now?
You have my attention
What happens now?
You better have something to say
In the clearing of smoke and mirrors
I see you, I see you, I see you
In the clearing of smoke and mirrors
I see you, I see you, I see you
Mystery died
From the exposure
To my surprise
It's wheeled out in an open casket
Look you up, load you down
How do you perfect that frown?
They have files of awkward smiles
On everyone in town
What happens now?
You're close to ascension
What happens now?
You better have something to say
In the clearing of smoke and mirrors
I see you, I see you, I see you
In the clearing of smoke and mirrors
I see you, I see you, I see you
In the wild of the park
We’re safe from the signals
Now that there's quiet
You have something to share with me
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5. |
Grooming For Greatness
03:32
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Yeah i saw him climb up on the treadmill
Run from what he loves
Leaves behind his limits
In the race to rise above
Being groomed for greatness
In the land of boys and cars
They wash away their weakness
With Penfolds and cigars
They will try to tell you what to fear
Crouch and whisper nightmares in your ear
Have their peers
We just call them friends
Love the means not the end
We don't care how it ends
They will try to tell you what to fear
Crouch and whisper nightmares in your ear
Have their peers
We just call them friends
Love the means not the end
We don't care how it ends
Chip upon his shoulder
Listen to him huff and puff
Memorized the HR handbook
But what if that's not enough?
Hates the hoops he jumps through
And now he likes it rough
The years of desperation
Can make you think you’re tough
They will try to tell you what to fear
Crouch and whisper nightmares in your ear
Have their peers
We just call them friends
Love the means not the end
We don't care how it ends
They will try to tell you what to fear
Crouch and whisper nightmares in your ear
Have their peers
We just call them friends
Love the means not the end
We don't care how it ends
Smirk smeared upon his profile
Broadcasts his pedigree
And the hours that I'm keeping
Scream of delinquency
The crest below his collar
Doesn't mean a thing to me
I know he's just afraid me
He's not my real enemy
So what's the point of dreaming in one line
So what's the point of pimping out your spine
Working a job you struggle to explain
"Don't say that!"
I'm a brat...
"Don't complain!"
I'm a pain... x2
Tell me the point of dreaming in one line
So what's the point of pimping out your spine
Working a job you struggle to explain
"Don't say that!"
I'm a brat...
"Don't complain!"
I'm a pain... x2
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6. |
Everything Will Change
02:22
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I’ve got American blood
Riding my veins
Riding my veins
Riding my veins
Everything will change
Everything will change
Everything will change
Everything will change
American blood
Riding my veins
Riding my veins
Riding my veins
Everything will change
Everything will change
Everything will change
Everything will change
Watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
Watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
Watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
Watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
American blood
Under my skin
Under my skin
Under my skin
I’m going to get in
Going to get in
Going to get in
Going to get in
American blood
Under my skin
Under my skin
Under my skin
I’m going to get in
Going to get in
Going to get in
Going to get in
I’ve got American blood
Shooting a spout
Shooting a spout
Shooting about
It's my way out
My way out
It's my way out
My way out
American blood
Shooting a spout
Shooting a spout
Shooting about
It's my way out
My way out
It's my way out
My way out
Watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
Watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
I watch the red run through the pipe
Hold my breath
Wait for the hype
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7. |
The Kids Are Creeping Up
03:59
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There's hair clogging your basin babe
A hundred a day’s ok
You know you're going to have to face them
The cloak of dusk sure wraps the crow’s feet of the day
It's almost institutional
Like hospital white nights
When everyone younger than you
Has seen a brighter light
Twilight you can shine on through
Your red eyes twitch a richer hue
They haven't got a ray on you
The rinse will sell a brighter blue
You're sinking in the ticket line
They're creeping up like vines
"Pregnancy? Could I provide?"
You quip, "there's always pesticide!"
It's almost constitutional
Like skin throwing the fight
When everyone younger than you
Bathes in a brighter light
Twilight you can shine on through
Your red eyes twitch a richer hue
They haven't got a ray on you
There's post-grad school for you and you
And then you whisper
“I wouldn't say that if I were you
I'd round down to the ten
Don't you know what they would do
If they knew your real age?
They’d shut you out
They'd tease and then they'd pout
They'd calculate your mortgage rate
In ways you never learnt
Calm yourself, collect your coat
You know that's not the truth
If they really want to get you
They'll just slap your wisdom tooth
Calm yourself, and find your keys
And wedge them through your fist
It's the older ones who'll jump you
For your gold timepiece limp wrist
Twilight you can shine on through
Your red eyes twitch a richer hue
They haven't got a ray on you
Sometimes old folks make love too
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8. |
Like Not Love
03:34
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I thought if I lurched in the corner of her sky
She'd come collect the stones out of my sigh
But if I branch out I'm tapenade
Crushed by her fatale friends in their Amazon cavalcade
She…she…she…she…I…I…I…I…I
No it's not what you think
If it was, why would I
Have to whimper good good night,
When the wind starts to bite?
So we shake hands and shiver home alone
She…she…she…she…I…I…I…I…I
No it's not what you think
If it was, why would I
Have to whimper good good night,
When the wind starts to bite?
So we shake hands and shiver home alone
I'll do do do whatever you say ay ay
If she'll splash my burning throat today hey hey hey
Stop me if I get carried away
Nothing stops me like her cold delay
If I branch out I'm tapenade
Crushed, spread thin in her shadow shade
She…she…she…she…I…I…I…I…I
Well it's not what you think
If it was, why would I
Have to whimper good good night,
When the wind starts to bite?
So we shake hands and shiver home alone
She…she…she…she…I…I…I…I…I
No she's not my girlfriend
If she was, why would I
Have to whimper good good night,
When the wind starts to bite?
So we shake hands and shiver home alone
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9. |
Bit By Fit
02:36
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I know you want to think this is serious
Sure I might have said it was serious
But I've seen serious things before
And they don't look a thing like this
I know the whispers make you delirious
And backlash smudges make up and break up bluffs
But you've seen serious things before
But never close enough to kiss
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
My inbox attachment
Is blurring my judgment
My hands hide my pockets
Disguising vibrations
Nickname signed vendettas
Claim to have the answers
I took up your invite
Of progress and status
Obsession is its own reward
But no one likes to be ignored
That's why I wore your dirty clothes
Outside my jeans... just to make a scene
And now your dream is not so clean
I'll agree with you this is serious
But Mona I said Duchamp was serious
When things get s-s-s-s-serious
You won't have the time for this
It's so fun to think this is serious
My appetite for destruction is terminal
Honey you will know when it's serious
Because no one’s going to laugh at all
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
Serious things don't come in digital boxes - no!
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10. |
Lost In Low Cloud
02:57
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Flying foxes break formation
And scatter the indigo skies
I tilt my head back slowly now
So you can't see the stars in my eyes
I want to slide their slipstream
And glide over the scarlet tiles
My head’s so far up in the smog
That I'm overlooking stranger smiles
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Flew to the fortieth floor
But I wasn't any closer to answers
Watching over causeway bay
Became fixated on the avian dancers
Wish you could see these hawks tracing arcs
Then we'd share the smile on my face
We all fall down when our feet crush the ground
Can't keep blaming our luck on this place
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
Look you in the eye
I don't know why
I can't hold my gaze
I don't know what I've got to lose
To you or anyone anyway
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Flying Foxes Sydney, Australia
Flying Foxes are a musical duo based in Sydney comprising local Benjamin Maher and New Zealand expatriate Rachel Wintle. Their second album Beat Repeat is released on 9th April 2013. Jordy Lane returned to mix, record and produce the album while he wasn't busy with with own bands Shady Lane and Richard In Your Mind. ... more
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