1. |
Intro
01:50
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2. |
Mother's Child
05:32
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Reptile skulking down the street,
Creep to the bone.
Silver tongued and iron-lunged.
Step to me.
Saw her standing in the street light glow.
Silver hair turned red, I pull the killing blow.
She looked just like my mother, I was her favourite child.
Knock knockin' on the front of my door,
Escorts for me.
I'm pulled in to a questioning room,
'You want coffee or tea?'
Start laughing at all of my pleas,
Good and bad cop routine.
Now I'm walking through the courtroom doors.
Cameras and lights are flashing, I smile and wave hello.
I hope my mama see's this, I am her favourite child.
What I done,
Where it's from,
I don't know.
Where she is and how I sleep
it's unknown.
I am an animal,
I am a beast,
I am a cannibal,
Come and feed me.
I'm a free radical and that's why you're weak.
I am an animal.
Now I'm sunbathing near my cell window.
I hope you get this letter,
Love from your favourite child.
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3. |
How Far Are You?
01:16
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4. |
11:59
03:33
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Stage right - waltz ignobel reprobate.
People on their knees, church of depraved.
Sleight of hand, blue lights they start to shake,
Stage left - leaves the room roll calling names.
Lecherous ideals ,
Innermost desire revealed.
Too tough to bear all those nights,
His sight leave all your bones bruised.
Blood and bread
A beggar and hanger on
You wait
Evening wear
You're lying there on the floor
Too strange
Drugstore cowboys kicked square in their teeth,
Skinhead Jesus leads the symphony.
New cheerleaders, routines of fate,
Shut your mouth or there'll be hell to pay, too late, too late.
Lecherous ideals,
Innermost desire revealed.
Too tough to bear all those nights,
His right leaves lonely eyes bruised.
Blood and bread,
Beggar and hanger on,
You wait.
Snarl and stare,
Shaking there on the floor,
Deranged,
One one five nine -
One more time with feeling
Take your meds, join the club, have some fun.
Reeling...
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5. |
Two Tongue Tango
03:20
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Kept you waiting, huh?
On my time.
Ocular pat down your subtype
Proto punk parties, passing time.
'What's this song called?',
'Man, fuck it's lame'
Now my interests spent, attention gained.
Eyes, they never lie
Shows your psyche smile
Move the night ahead
Cry on my command
Crawl into my webs
In those pinstripe pants
Whats my name again?
Do I really wanna know?
Another faux-paux, darl - here I am
Bad cocktails, intimate details.
(Tell me something)
All this star-sign talk makes me sick
We two tongue tango - Fine, meet my twin.
Y'under someone new, ain't that fun?
Ain't you tired of The Hum Drums?
Eyes, they never lie,
Highlights psyche smile.
Move the night ahead,
Cry on my command.
Crawl into my webs,
In those pinstripe pants.
Damn, man - I'm a fan:
Propane prosé and loose lips will lie once more
Me, two twins, my friend Joe knows how this ends.
Hows this song go again?
Eyes, they never lie
Highlight psyche's smile
Lose the night ahead
Cry on my command
Crawl into my webs
In those pinstripe pants
Whats your name again?
ME AND MY EGO.
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6. |
Hurricane No. 42
06:34
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Wax figures in a strobing light melt into couches in the foyer
Wall-to-wall we're creeping to the right on discotheque reconnoitre.
You pull me out to face the weather outside - we sit and smoke under umbrellas.
I lick my lips and think of something to say to spray the charm like a beretta - I said.
Fingers in palms, we nod and smile - we're doing something kinda dangerous.
I think I'll start to call you hurricane, I feel you levelling my surface.
Hourglass frame; black sand in my mind - our friends are watching with a purpose.
I feel the trickle down the back of my brain, promising to do nothing stupid.
I slip through the consolation holiday.
I haven't even unpacked my suitcase.
I long for tunes I only hear you humming.
How far are you?
I'm coming too.
I'm a fool for you,
Number 42.
Back against a leopard skin street fighter, control ourselves with icky joysticks.
'I can't believe we split that bottle of wine'
Uh, as if there wasn't other motives.
Last night at the end of that ride my thoughts left you laying shirtless with my black boots at the end of the bed next to your white Supergas - plug in.
I wanna self immolate - burns cease as we perspire.
We dip into an isolated state, I feel the shift - we stop dead.
Leaning in from the passenger side, my hand running up between your thighs
And I can tell from the look in your eye you are succumbing, come closer honey.
I fall through your constellation estate,
You help me unpack my suitcase.
I'll sing songs about our sweet nothings.
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The Hum Drums Melbourne, Australia
Rattling psych-rock duo from Melbourne.
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