1. |
do you wanna?
02:52
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Verse 1
Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna, hang for a while
Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna, mess around old school style
Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna, just do some stuff
Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna, ........if I can't ask? Ok
Chorus 1
This will be a real, real good day
This will be a real, real good day
Verse 2
We could drive, out of the city, while listening to mix tapes, of our favourite songs
We could lie, out on a blanket, our heads barely touching, telling stories to the sky
We could wander, round the gallery, I promise not to say, I fucking love Chagall
You say you're a simple girl, and that with me today, you're just as happy, to do nothing at all, well
Chorus 2
This is a real, real good day
This is a real, real good day
Instrumental break
Verse 3
Did you like it, Did you like it, Did you like all of my haunts and that hardcore band
Did you like it, Did you like it, Did you like it mid set, when I first held your hand
Did you like it, Did you like it, Did you like it later, when we ate like royals downtown
Did you like it, Did you like it, Did you like it when I dropped you home, I whispered your name, and i said that I'd love, to do this again, well
Chorus 3
This has been a real, real good day
This has been a real, real good day
And you say, this has been a real, real good day
This has been a real, real good day
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2. |
i've got an idea!
03:13
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Verse 1
I've got an idea
I've got an idea
Of what to do here
He snarls
He snarls
He snarls at her through the camera
What I need
What I need
Is a scope and a length of hose
Chorus 1
Says our friend Max
Says our friend Max
Says our friend
Verse 2
I love you momma
I love you momma
She unconvincingly cries
In white sox
In white sox
On the trucks top restroom floor
Before she's taken
Before she's taken
She'll wish she'd been taken away
Chorus 2
From our friend Max
From our friend Max
From our friend
Instrumental break
Verse 3
It's a soft life
It's a soft life
Always being the hard one
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
Always Being the soft one
Can always leave it
Can't always leave it
For the audience to decide
Chorus 3
On our friend Max
On our friend Max
On our friend
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3. |
do you know me?
02:28
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Chorus 1
Do you know why
Do, do, do
You know how
And do you care
I've been here
For, for, for
Waiting here for
Far too long
Do you give
Do, do, do
Do you give and take
In equal parts
I often think
For, for, for
For What it's worth
For far too long
Verse 1
Friendly islanders
Gracious denizens
Wary villagers
Demure courtesans
Were all loyal Hollanders
Were all good citizens
Were all loyal Hollanders
Were all good citizens
Chorus 2
Do you know why
Do, do, do
You know how
And do you care
I've been here
For, for, for
Waiting here for
Far too long
Do you give
Do, do, do
Do you give and take
In equal parts
I often think
For, for, for
For What it's worth
For far too long
Verse 2
In this last bastion
Of such gross shenanigans
Morticians, and philanderers
Insightless mistakeners
I can, I'm not gonna
Is it safe to ask yet again
It could have been corroding
The cheap creep and the tyranny
Chorus 3
Do you know why
Do, do, do
You know how
And do you care
I've been here
For, for, for
waiting here for
Far too long
Do you give,
Do, do, do
Do you give and take
In equal parts
I often think
For, for, for
For What it's worth
for far too long
I often think
For, for, for
For What it's worth
For far too long
I often think
For, for, for
For What it's worth
For far too long
For for for for for for for
Far far far far too long
By half
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4. |
bad man!
03:55
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Chorus 1
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad,
We say he is, so he's the bad, bad man
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad
We say he is, so he's the bad man
Verse 1
He is a miscreant, in a band of thugs
No one intervened- a blight on every single one of us
For not stepping in, and for our general silence
He smiles, he rules, he prowls, he picks his game, just because
Chorus 2
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad,
We say he is, so he's the bad, bad man
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad
We say he is, so he's the bad man
Instrumental break
Chorus 3
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad,
We say he is, so he's the bad, bad man
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad
We say he is, so he's the bad man
Verse 2
The day the suits came in, all helmet hair, blank killer smiles
Turn on the dark they said, and shut your mouths when you talk to us
We look forward, they memo, to being served
And so with the stink of urgency, we’ve been high jacked, just because
Chorus 4
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
He is a bad man
He's good at it, but are we any better?
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad,
We say he is, so he's the bad, bad man
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad
We say he is, so he's the bad man
Reprise
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad,
We say he is, so he's the bad, bad man
We say He is, he is, a bad, bad, bad
We say he is, so he's the bad man
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5. |
like love....
02:17
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Verse 1
Like a punch in the head
Like a punch in the head
Like a punch in the head
Verse 2
Like a kick to the teeth
Like a kick to the teeth
Like a kick to the teeth
Verse 3
Like a kiss on the lips
Like a kiss on the lips
Like a kiss on the lips
Ending
Like love
Like love
Like love
Like
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6. |
reach for the sky!
03:27
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Verse 1
Please Don't be mistaken
Please Don't be fooled, about
My true intention wasn't this
But we had to go, activate it
Chorus 1
So Can you reach, can you reach for the sky
you better reach for, you better reach for the sky
Verse 2
Like a lot of non- fiction stories
Starts out all good, but then
It gets harder and harder to tell
Who's zooming who, so in defence
Chorus 2
I say Can you reach, can you reach for the sky
You better reach for, you better reach for the sky
Instrumental break
Verse 3
Now You are speaking volumes
By Saying nothing at all
The good will may have vanished, but
The central question still remains
Chorus 3
So Can you reach for, can you reach for the sky
You better reach for, you better reach for the sky
Verse 4
Nothing if not consistent
Bad news to the commentariat
You're acting like a naughty boy
Who's just been caught- wasn't me
Chorus 4
So Can you reach, can you reach for the sky
You better reach for, you better reach for the sky
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7. |
camelot
03:30
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Verse 1
Blackpool eyes
Ice-Nd heart, with
Forked tongue
And wicked smart
Verse 2
Great with his hands
Good at stealth, just
Fair at playing fair, and
Bad for your health
Verse 3
He took her there, just as the
Clients brief proposed, so
No one saw her leave, or
Where she was disposed
Chorus 1
He was the man for the job
The man for the job
The man for the job
The man for the job
The man for the job
Verse 4
Quickly recognised, what next
For me and that Man just there, in our
Cold, instant connection, what I would
Do seemed just and fair
Verse 5
I knew it was him, for he didn't
Flinch as I'd have liked, full circle
Came, jumped, my chance, knowing
For her I had to strike.... and strike I did
Chorus 2
I was the man for the job
The man for the job
The man for the job
The man for the job
The man for the job
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8. |
old punks
05:32
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Verse 1
Someone told us that they'd heard we were just old punks
What they said and spread was freebased, mainlined junk
Ha!, in plaid Like mid-summer ’91
Shoe gazer stare all affect no fun
Verse 2
Miracles of nature tend to block the drain
Oracle of sciences drives the vein
Good papa, I knew you wouldn't miss the kill
Or the chance to melt the faces of the children
Verse 3
It's tiring, to be this courteous
To the don't knows, sacred, profane, gratis
He said, “Hunger it's a strange silence”
Despite what the tin-foil hat crowds says
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9. |
melt
03:07
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Verse 1
My liver, just had a heart attack
And my temper, just had a brain snap
My liver, just had a heart attack
And my temper, just had a brain snap
Verse 2
Stuff on the table, it's been ground up
And in a bowl, it's already chopped up
Some of the guys here look a little messed up
And in good way the girls all look hoe'd up
Verse 3
Back In the day we all did the two-step
Kept inhaling until we were ‘outta breath
Saw a skin punch a goth chick in the head
You said now the scene if not the girl is dead
Verse 4
You know them, always tease rough
Need to lie and that's just true enough
Praying on your knees that you get it tough
From the Patron saint of the totally fucked
Verse 5
Formulated the key deliverables
Demonstrating that they were miserable
So when they went ahead and put the bubble back
It was nice and everybody clapped
Verse 6
Interesting but irrelevant
A climax of unplanned elegance
Downfall being in the arrogance
Of the slow mo end no credit sequence
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10. |
casa da
01:58
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Verse 1
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Chorus 1
music
Verse 2
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Chorus 2
music
Instrumental break
Verse 3
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Chorus 3
music
Verse 4
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
Hey, hey, hey, casa da
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11. |
the only thing
01:48
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Verse 1
It's the root cause
Serves as a distraction
The idea of a lost cause
And it's destruction
Chorus 1
It's the only thing to do
The only thing left to prove
At least for now for me and you
It's the only thing to do
Verse 2
For you I'll write your history
And of those you'll never know
Keep Your faith and struggles a mystery
Full Disclosure’s overrated don't you know
Chorus 2
It's the only thing to do
The only thing left to prove
At least for now for me and you
It's the only thing to do
Instrumental break
Verse 3
What are those damned kids doing here
Circle jerk edge is an empty pact
Explaining things they cannot say
Now I see it's finished after that
Chorus 3
It's the only thing to do
The only thing left to prove
At least for now for me and you
It's the only thing to do
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12. |
won't be coming home
03:01
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Chorus 1
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not we might not we might not be leaving here
We might not we might not we might not be coming home
Instrumental break
Pre-verse 1
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
Verse1
There is a spot on the ceiling
There's sand and piss in the bed
Stern voices that cannot be seen
Warn if you wanna walk don't move your head
Chorus 2
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not we might not we might not be leaving here
We might not we might not we might not be coming home
Instrumental break 2
Pre-verse 2
We might not be coming home
we might not be leaving here
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
Verse2
It don't matter if you're sorry now
Sounds like a joke-line of the punch
And while the karma balanced out
You should know not to maim just after lunch
Chorus3
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not be coming home
We might not be leaving here
We might not we might not we might not be leaving here
We might not we might not we might not be coming home
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BLu BLaK TruK Brisbane, Australia
Dedicated to what can be done. DYI Hi-Fi Punk Lo-Fi. By default, decibel and velocity intense. At times sufficiently angry.
Mostly metaphorical and not automatically autobiographical. Feedback is good- Loud amps save lives! TruK oN!
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