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Chrome Lung
04:33
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Finnigan Fink collected aerosol tins
As a kid he sucked the air out of antiperspirant
Called it sweet, insolent inhalation, innocent eyes
Deodorizing parental concern
Grew up with a gut, working half a job
Dismissing kindness with the kick of a donation bucket
Soon that bucket will be his life
The kick will be a repressed high
Cracked out, got nothin' to do
Sittin' in the dark, singin' the blues
King of the couch, I'm coming for you
Gonna make a seance out of your room
Feet up, TV on, cartoons or pretty blondes
He searches for himself underneath his belt
Feels a prick, draws blood and hopes to god they don't smell
But the vicious incision continues to swell
Chromed lung, no fun makes the shadows dance
Blood spray becomes a stream, the shadow’s advance
Higher they rise now
Turn his house into a dank storm cloud
You been looking out the window as the seasons change
Tryna look good, tryna save face
Ya burnt out, bored rat in a cage
Gonna trap you in your own head space
Finnigan, face to face with an old friend
The TV speaks, but Finn turns his head
He knows those infomercials they hold no truth
The search for youth will be the death of you
'Hey you', that voice, 'I'm here to take you away'
High up in the clouds, this time you're gonna stay
I know you’re scared, why don't you take my hand
Finnigan was never seen again
Oh boy, been long since you left home
Step into your mind, you'll find it's covered in chrome
Finn, my man the apparitions are true
We're coming for you
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Frankie knows he’s in trouble
He sold his soul to the devil
And cried when he couldn’t get it back
He spends Friday’s dealing drugs
In hope of future returns
Anything to get his life back on track
But he’s never had your persistence
He’d rather die with broken hopes
Than have to put the hours in
No he’s not like you at all
He’d rather lose and you
You’d rather win
Look at your friends now
They’re storefront skeletons
Living in the dead man’s property development
They’re bleached blonde with blackened hands
And they don’t give a fuck where you stand
Jane had a resting bitch face
She was sick of being defined
By silver patterned love tragedies
She had two boys in California
Waiting to take her hand
But she didn’t love either of them
A life without lust drove her insane
As she remained too proud to let love in
Love Island took up most of her brain
No she wasn’t like you at all
She chose to sink and you
You chose to swim
Frankie knows he’s in trouble
He sold his soul to the devil
And cried when he couldn’t get it back
Jane had it all along
She knew friendship was gone
And it was never coming back
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Lemonade
03:15
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The hard to get regret
Disguised as bravado but truly cowardice
Toking comfort on a cigarette, check my breath
Choke on the air in solitary confinement
Lo and beholden to the burden of share
He asks for a light and ignites the air
There’s a fire burning; lighting, guiding our way home
'Come in', he says 'follow the night's syndrome'
It's the same old serenade
As familiar and sweet as lemonade
A fizzy lift, the colour's escalate
He's all I need
Malibu Street with a hint of mint
The Duke's playing as he bites that upper lip
We sway with a sweetness so easily missed
With my thoughts ahead of action, anxious to submit
Hands adrift towards that mattress on the floor
Alike times before but i wouldn’t ask for more
Sweet nothings in my ear have never been so clear
Lights out, show me you’ve got that veneer
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Lazy Fuck (feat. Laura)
03:40
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We haven’t spoken for a while but I’m here to get you out
Got trapped in the escape, every high’s gotta come down
There was a time where we found our safe in sound
Got lost in the moments, only how the past could allow
But it all comes back around, so
Blow away the smoke, cross the dotted lines
With a bit of luck we’ll toke ourselves to the other side
Punch that melody we used to play
Sing me something, I’ll be with you the whole way
It doesn’t have to be something that I wrote
I know I always come off kinda one note
I see that smile, I must be getting somewhere now
Take my hand, we’ll make it known: our whereabouts
She’s been asking about you, whether you’re alive
She’s strong, anyone in this situation would lose their minds
I know you got into this for a good time
But you need to give way to temptation, can’t you see the signs?
You’ve got her on your side
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Hide In The Back
03:00
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In the diner on sixth street
Stood a girl I was waiting for
Beauty queen only turned eighteen
She was wanting more and more
Leaving home for a sweeter taste
She packed her bags and ran far
Not sure where she was going
She didn’t have a plan
She said ‘let me follow you
Until night turns to day
Until we find a place to run to
Can we hide in the back all day?’
Not bothered by the boundaries
This city had in store
She broke a million hearts
Or maybe even more
Letting go was easy
She never found it hard
For her, making friends
Was really quite an art
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Honey you've been drinking, I didn't hear a single word you said
Or at least I'm not letting any more vitriol in my head
You’ve been loudly, proudly yelling you've been about getting to know other guy's beds
Maybe I should be angry, but honestly this is what I expected
No more holding your drinks, lighting your cigarettes
Tucking your tall tales between your legs
I'm not gonna go through this again
So go ahead and tell all of your friends
I didn't wanna be lonely and I thought you were the only one
So I let you play your games, controlling, rolling with each punch
If you're looking for a punching bag, go hit on someone else
You're like eucalyptus chest rub on an open wound
You say my jealousy gets you in the mood
No one wears that top quite like you do
But it’ll take more than that to get through
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Broken Era
03:43
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Chip away at the yellow stars
Until we’re begging for blue passports
It’s not a nightmare anymore
It’s a fucking war
The culture clash is planning a comeback
and equality goes awry
We’ve got nothing but problems
and we blame them on our god in the sky
The media rules to mass effect
and the news is often neglected
Our orders come from the orange man
While he bathes in his own affluence
There’s no doubt the end is coming
But we’ll be back at the Holiday Inn
Devising a feasible plan
To gain the upper hand once again
I want money, I want power
I want passion, I want blood
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Swing
04:46
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Thought I had it this time
The only thing that’s been on my mind
They told me this house was no longer mine
And sent me out into the night
Knees pressed to my chest against your doorstep
Did you just have these painted?
The last time I was here you told me to drop dead
But I’ve got nowhere else to place my bets
Back in the swing of things
Taking everything with it
You’re the closest thing that I have to a friend
Please let me in
Practice what I’m gonna say
To those crystal wind chimes that I, I got you for your birthday
Just one night and not a second longer
I’m just burning bridges till I can build them stronger
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Naïve
06:30
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An eclipse of sound, as if those notes have never been sung
The constant start and stop, the means to an end has just begun
Like a tangible metaphor, grip it by the tongue and slur the speech
Impart impeachment on the masses with the impassioned technique
Fragmented fermentation, sporadic quantisation
Of a complex mind, a hive generation
Like a stream during a solstice, immense and emasculated
Patronising without the arc, yet the flood is still debated
Looking back at the path those prints grow closer with each step
The steepness has us hanging by a thread
As we’re going down, embrace the damn denial
The achievement of regret goes a lot better with a smile
Embrace the light that always seemed so pale
Using the darkness as justification for the shit that we'd inhale
Gas chamber paper trail devoid the social chasm
Ignition of the inclination to claim and climb the hazards
I don't wanna leave
Something I can't defeat
You can call me naive
But I'm taking it all with me
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Earl Grey's Breakfast Tea Melbourne, Australia
Formed in 2017, Earl Grey's Breakfast Tea are a three piece Melbourne based band brewing garage rock and alternative punk
with flavours of psychedelia. The trio put an energetic spin on modern rock which is matched by their authentic chemistry on stage, concocting a dynamic live set not to be missed.
Earl Grey's Breakfast Tea is comprised of Jordan Newitt, Alex Brown and Isabella Vosdoganis.
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