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Banrock Station
03:18
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I got drunk, booked a one way flight,
Hitched a ride from Reservoir to Northcote.
I felt alone, wrote a letter home,
All it said on the page was ‘how are you?’
You were my mission, that lonesome night,
A true religion that I could believe in.
I was too sick to go, so we just traded blows,
And every bone in my body was screaming.
Maybe I should think of something else,
Maybe I should think a little less about myself.
I don’t believe anything you say,
But it sure is nice to have a place to stay.
You reply, you say “so do I"
In some misguided attempt to validate me,
You mean well baby, I can tell,
It’s just you make me feel like I shouldn’t be complaining.
And I never thought, that the demons I fought,
Could be something someone might desire.
I scratched my throat, rolled up a ten dollar note,
And you spoke into my ear, and it sounded just like a choir<
Maybe I should think of something else,
Maybe I should think a little less about myself.
I don’t believe anything you say,
But it sure is nice to have a place to stay.
Oh, it’s all for nothing,
But all these promises are only half of what you’re breaking
When you take the quick fix, take the easy way.
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One Dollar Coffee
02:55
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I’m a mess as I catch the train from Preston to the City,
It’s too early for a piece of shit like me to be awake.
I grab a seat beside two junkies playing tonsil hockey,
Six live mice inside her hoody drinking Diet Coke out of her hand.
A heavily accented, disembodied, female voice
Comes loud and far from clear over the speaker system stating that there
Might be some delay, some bastard threw themselves onto the tracks
The businessmen and women sigh and check their phones and watches
God, I don’t even know you.
Two more junkies sit down with them, chill - I’m feeling like a victim still
I shift and shudder in my seat until they all get off at Clifton Hill.
My eyes are getting heavy as I reach my destination,
I get off at Flinders Street to buy some coffee from a service station.
I can not drink it though I’m trynna, but then I’m hit with a reminder
That there’s a subtle taste of roaches in the coffee grinder
It smells like vomit, and I cannot bear to swallow more
But guess I can't complain, man - I got what I paid a dollar for.
God, I don’t even know you.
I go outside, and then I come back home
But when I wake up, I don’t feel so alone.
You are waiting at my door.
And you say.
God, I don’t even know you
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I want to meet you in the morning, and we can talk about whatever’s on your mind
But if it doesn’t seem important, we can catch the Hurstbridge back to mine.
And you can show me something tragic; I want to hear some of the songs you wrote
When you weren’t so emotional.
And God put his everything into you,
Stood back and watched what you would do,
And he shook his head to see you move,
The other way.
I had a really nice time tonight.
You made me feel like I’m alright,
And that someone else knows what its like
To feel this way;
I can’t explain.
I want to meet you in the morning, and we can talk about whatever’s in your head.
We can grab a cup of coffee, or we can share a pack of cigarettes instead.
Cause when the honeymoon is over, there won’t be anyone to sit me down
And tell me I’m too young to die.
And God knows you’re terrified of the burn
That comes with each lesson you learn.
And he shook his head to see you turn,
The other way.
And it’s alright baby, make your move
I’m just as terrified as you.
But I love each tiny thing you do,
I can’t explain, you’re in my veins.
I can’t explain, you’re in my veins.
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Footscray (bonus track)
03:07
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I ran for the train today,
I made it through those metal doors as they were closing on my face,
And I smiled in relief, at the people in their seats
Like a runner from Chariots of Fire.
I went to shops today,
I watched the people as they struggled with the self-service to pay.
And the man in front of me, who worked for years as an MD
Calls the 16yo check out girl to come
To help him scan a box of condoms.
And I didn’t think about you once,
I paid for my things and I just kept going,
As long as I keep my mind I won’t be
Never alone again.
I went to a film today,
I sat front and centre by myself in a romantic comedy
But the thing you don’t see after the credits leave the screen
Is that the couple break up after like a week
Cause who would want to live that happily?
And I didn’t think about you once,
I walked to the train and I just kept going,
As long as I keep my mind I won’t be
Never alone again.
I saw all my friends today,
We picked up our guitars and we pretended we could play.
And we’re all kinda dumb, and we’re all kinda fucked up
But I wouldn’t want it any other way
Not for all the tea in China, not for all the bad espresso in Footscray.
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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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