Songs about Friends

by The Football Club

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Bro.D
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Bro.D Angst for days.
Can't get enough of it Favorite track: You Are Everything And I Am Nothing And This Isn't Something But It Isn't Nothing (bonus).
Katy Walters
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Katy Walters incredible, honest, visceral. I cried twice Favorite track: Real Friends (Seen, 12:08am).
Alex Medd
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Alex Medd Okay I only bought this about twenty minutes ago, but I already fucking love it! The trans concepts, the lyrics, the nostalgic rhythms, so much brilliance Favorite track: I Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore (or "Scumfuck").
Rachel Morley
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Rachel Morley Honestly, is there anything I don't love about this release?

Nope. Favorite track: Lucky.
Aisling Kuhns
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Aisling Kuhns I found this album a few days ago, bought it instantly and have listened to the whole thing about 6 or 7 times. Lots of great lyrics and sounds. A wonderful ep that makes me happy and sad at the same time. A must listen for all trans girls!! Favorite track: How to Build a Girl.
Isaac Hamann
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Isaac Hamann I fucking love this album so much, makes my trans girl heart cry tears that aren't quite joy and aren't quite sorrow but are some weird amalgamation of the two Favorite track: How to Build a Girl.
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The second EP from Footscray-based folk-punk band The Football Club.

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released September 30, 2016

On this recording, THE FOOTBALL CLUB is

Lee Jackievic - drums
Jonathan Keeling - bass
Vanessa Grillo - keys + vocals
Leah Romero - guitar + vocals
Ruby Markwell - vocals + guitar

Basic tracks recorded live at Kindred Studios by Elizabeth "Nazz" Tanter.

Additional overdubs recorded at Kindred Studios and Rumo's Palace by Elizabeth "Nazz" Tanter and Ruby.

Mixed by Elizabeth "Nazz" Tanter at Echidna Studio.

Mastered by Mikey Young.
(except track #7, mastered by Elizabeth "Nazz" Tanter.)

Cover photo taken by Elizabeth "Nazz" Tanter.

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The Football Club Footscray, Australia

The Football Club are a folk-punk band from Footscray. They sing sad songs with big drunken choruses and heaped mouthfuls of words, telling stories on topics like sexuality, gender, friendship, and cheap red wine.

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Track Name: Do It Yourself!
If I can think of something I’d like, on my brand new twenty one year old skin
For the rest of my life, by the time that my drunken, dumb, best friend’s done
Tying a needle to a pen, I’ve got about 30 seconds left
To pick a drawing from the notebook at the foot of her bed.

Yeah it’s a wooden floor type of, linoleum type of drunk
And my head's too full of stars to stand up.

Now we’re sitting cross-legged, on your kitchen floor with a record on
By a shitty local band, but they’ve never sounded this grand
And then you flash a smile at me, and self deprecatingly
You ask me what hair colour you should change to this week

And then you ask me quietly, if I might like to stay
And I say "yeah of course!",
I make harder decisions every single day.


You’ve got some on your hips, and even more on your wrists
And I wanted to get a dog, but you said that was too ambitious
But it’s the length of the silences, and the look in your eyes
That makes me hope you might kiss me against your roommate’s wall while your friends are outside

Or maybe I'll work out a better way to say how I feel
And turn this into something real,
Than just staying quiet and hoping you’ll speak up.

If there’s a will there is a way
If there’s a pill that I can take
To make it easier to say
It doesn’t matter anyway

Yeah it’s a wooden floor type of, linoleum type of drunk
And my head's too full of stars to stand up
Track Name: You and Yr Friends
My friend says she knows you, but not very well;
Just well enough to know what you’re like.
But she introduced me to you, and all your coke-head friends
Outside The Workers Club last night.

I watched you chew on your thumbs, hoping that somebody might stop and ask,
If you’re that guy who sings those songs.

And no, I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck,
You and your friends are exactly the same.

You’ve got a new set of friends, every time you come in,
Like a revolving door each night.
But, with every name you drop, and every pill that you pop,
I’m beginning to understand why.

You stare right past right me and say,
Isn’t that someone who knows someone who knows someone who works at Triple J?

And no, I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck,
You and your friends are exactly the same.

You think you’re William fucking Shakespeare, but you’re more like James Joyce,
And every thing you say is a freight train of amphetamine thoughts.

And no, I don’t give a fuck that you don’t give a fuck,
You and your friends are exactly the same.
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Track Name: I Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore (or "Scumfuck")
I saw you walking outside, I saw you ask for a light,
I saw you hop into a car with someone you met at the bar,
I knew you knew what she’d done, you knew that she was the one
Who didn’t listen when I said no,
I said no, I know.

So take my lover - you can have them, you can have them if you want.
And take my friends, yeah - you can have them, you can have them if you want.
She’ll let you watch her perform, and then she’ll kick you out the door.
I don’t want to be your friend anymore.

Dim lit brick wall, your pitfall, yeah I was sick of it all,
And as you stumbled blindly forward you were repeating her name.
You made that 4AM call,
You scumfuck, I heard it all.
You didn’t listen when she said no,
She said no, I know.

You swallowed your pills, and stared at me.
You went in for the kill, I can’t believe.
I swear to you I will,
I’ll crush you like you crushed her,
Crush you like she crushed me.
Track Name: How to Build a Girl
I was out with some transgender friends, we were having a real nice time,
When a bunch of cishet dickhead boys yelled at us from behind,
And as the smell of their Lynx Africa wafted from every pore,
I said “Oh no Toto, we’re not in Transas anymore”.

I sat down at my computer, I was feeling pretty damn shitty,
So I googled “21 year old trans girl", to know there’s people just like me.
But all I got were death tolls and porno sites tattooed across my screen,
(And there’s quite a great deal more than that I think I wanna be).

So stand up straight, and say, the wrong things in the right fashion.
And walk this way, do all that’s in your power not to,
Draw a stare, or show the ones that you love you that you’re hurt;
I’m just a product of the world, trying to build a girl.

Midnight, trying to hail in a cab in ripped stockings and a dress,
When a West Footscray Police car parked in front of me instead.
And they asked me what a girl like me was doing selling sex;
It took ten minutes of “it’s a joke” before they finally left.

I’ve got rashes all over my body, from shaving head to toe each week.
I’ve got blisters on both my ankles, from size 8 heels on size 12 feet.
I’m just trynna be 100% myself, and nothing less,
So baby tell me how my cock looks in this brand new Kmart dress.

The kids from school, will say, "I should have got that faggot,
When I had the chance”, and doesn’t he know he still looks just,
Like a man, I wouldn’t even fuck him, it, or her".
I’m just a product of the world, trying to build a girl.

They screamed at us on every train, every tram and every bus.
You stared into me, eyes full of tears - “why do they hate us so much?”
And how the fuck are we to prosper in a world that’s so messed up?
How the fuck are we to survive in a world that’s trying to kill us?

Sometimes I think about the life I might have had in Brisbane,
If I stayed inside, if I never transitioned.
Yeah, I might be fine;
but since you helped me realise that I needed to try,
I haven’t tried to die.
Track Name: Lucky
I don’t want to talk
I don’t want to talk at all
I want you to fuck me until I’m not sad anymore.

I don’t want to think
I don’t want to think at all
I want you to fuck me until I can’t think anymore.

You drive me to the end of my street,
But neither of us want me to leave
You roll a cigarette and roll up the windows with a smile.

We sit in your car, like two cops on a stake out.
And wait for the stubborn dawn, to turn all the lights back on

And as I fall asleep, you’re singing something dumb to me
And you don’t know how much it means, that some piece of shit like me
Could be so lucky.

I don’t want to talk,
I’ve never been this sad before,
It’s just a dull ache in my chest with no tangible cause.

Or is it all all in my mind?
Is this what everybody else feels like?
Will this be the rest of my life?
The pain of being alive at all.

And when I think about how bad last year was
I realise that this year was even worse
The difference is that baby this time around, I’m too tired to give a fuck.

So we just sit in your car, like two cops on a stake out.
And wait for the stubborn dawn, to turn all the lights back on

And I'm just so glad to be, near someone who is just like me
Who knows what it’s like to be, so fucked up and incomplete.
And I feel so lucky.

And I’m not trying to say that
I need someone to fix me
I just feel better when you’re around.

And we’re both so sad and broken
And we’re both so scared of the future
But maybe we could be sad and broken together?

So what’s it gonna be?
Are you feeling lucky?
Track Name: Real Friends (Seen, 12:08am)
You’ve got a lot of friends, I’ve just got people that I know,
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go.

And I don’t want to doubt, every good thing that I’ve found
And so after this I swear, there’ll be no more fallings out.

I tore up a couple of shirts you bought me, to patch all the holes in my ageing clothing
To prove to you that I won’t be shy, to break something good to fix something of mine.

We got high in a park on a High Street hill, and we ran six kilometres high on pills
And it felt so damn good in your passenger seat that I never want to leave.

But I can’t hold your hand, through all the shit you put yourself through
You have to understand, that you’re a fucking mess;
But hey, so am I, and that’s fine.

You’ve got a lot of friends, I’ve just got people that I know,
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go.

And I guess that it’s okay, if I’m not the one to say
Although all things have to end, we are better not as friends.

You said "noone can be happy all the time, and noone can be miserable all the time,
We’re all a hundred different people who could never be friends, all crammed into the one head”.

But I’ll put bandaids on all of my scars myself, instead of trying to get patched up by someone else,
It’s like a birthday card from a five year old child, it means more if you do it yourself.

And though I might fuck up, and make more mistakes in my attempts to fix my
Broken little frame and all the fucked up things it contains, I’ll be ok.

You’ve got a lot of friends, I’ve just got people that I know,
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go.

And I used to wanna die, but now I know that if I,
If I were ever to give in, I would be letting you win

You said you’re sick of pretending to feel this way
You said you’re sick of pretending to feel okay
But babe, you’re no damn good at pretending at all,
Nowhere near how you think you are.

And you’ll get a new job and you’ll get new friends too
And I will cut you out like I’m prone to do
And I’ll move on; I’ll move in with some strangers I find on the internet
And I'll begin again.
Track Name: You Are Everything And I Am Nothing And This Isn't Something But It Isn't Nothing (bonus)
We’ve both got work in the morning, and so much we’ve got to do
But it’s a quarter to midnight and I’m drunk as hell on you.

You look so damn fantastic in my torn up jacket, with nothing underneath;
And when you speak.

I only want to make you happy
And I know that I might seem distant,
So if I risk it, please don’t break my heart;
It’s been broken quite enough.

And I’ve always admired how you’re able to find some type of diamond in the shit
Like in the way that my boring old name sounds when it’s falling from your lips.

This is all that I was made for, to occupy your space for just a while;
And when you smile.

I only want to make you happy.
And I know that it’s such a gamble,
But if I put my hand down, please don’t break my heart;
It’s been broken quite enough

I only want to make you happy.
And I know that I might seem guarded,
But if I try my hardest, please don’t break my heart;
It’s been broken quite enough.