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she gets up every morning
and goes to work at half past eight
she says goodbye while he’s still sleeping
she slams the door but he doesn’t wake
she has a hard day at the office
gets the bus home all alone
she wonders what he’s done with his day
he’s still in bed when she gets home
and she says
you’re such a dickhead but I love you
I don’t know why I even care
all you ever do is waste my time
but I know I still want you there
he gets up after midday
has a coffee and a smoke
doesn’t bother with an ashtray
‘cause he’s just not that kind of bloke
then he stares at the walls for hours
and wonders why he even got up
she gets home in a bad mood
he hasn’t even done the washing up
and she says
you’re such a dickhead but I love you
I don’t know why I even care
all you ever do is waste my time
but I know I still want you there
she sees the clock ticking backwards
while he sees the beauty of the world
a melody carried on a soft wind
all the colours of the landscape all unfurled
he says “can’t you see that you’re miserable
wasting away in the nine to five
you’re missing all the good things in life
so who exactly is wasting their time?”
and he says
you’re such a dickhead but I love you
it’s not as bad as it seems
you don’t always have to be so busy
why not waste a little time with me?
and she says
you’re such a dickhead but I love you
I don’t know why I even care
all you ever do is waste my time
but I know I still want you there
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A Hideous Man (demo)
02:59
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I staggered blind and dry in the garden’s solar gorge
lost in swirling curtain dreams of you and me
all the charms to be relayed, the love to be repaid
all the things for you that I could be
I’d be faithful, I’d be true
I’d call the birds down for you
and offer you my hand to deglove
cos I just want to love
and be loved
now I’m cast from the table by a whimsical hand
like a little sparrow begging for a crumb
and all the feelings that I’m left with are just the physical forms
desires I’m supposed to overcome
it’s nothing new that I’ve been through
I did the best that I can do
and I don’t know why it matters so much
but now I just want to touch
and be touched
when you’re in the gutter I’m in the sewer every time
a rotten finger picking rotten fruit
while you just sit and stare, I choose to laugh rather than care
life’s unfair so maybe I should follow suit
just give in to impulse, carry it through
I can’t I won’t or maybe I just will
‘cause I just want to kill
and be killed
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I’ve lived in a mosaic and I’ve walked a pregnant mile
I’ve felt the fury of a love to hatred turned
I’ve seen a star go out and felt self-righteous violence
watched my clothes out on the street as they burned
now my crutch is now a prop to my dry relentless cough
and to places too far and out of sight
like an angry cigarette in the powder-thin rain
I’m just the shadow of a rainbow at night
I crawled into my cocoon just to come out as a moth
now I bash my ugly head against the light
I know it doesn’t matter and it doesn’t make it right
but I just wanted to be with you tonight
I’ve lived in a constellation, I walked down Loretta Street
took a break from my conscience for a while
but the barriers I built were made of sodden card
my resolve just dissolved in your smile
I promised myself this time I’d do what should be done
but in truth I never really had a plan
and those dirty fingernails paired so perfectly with clean
now the worms have gone and opened their own can
I crawled into my cocoon just to come out as a moth
now I bash my ugly head against the light
it doesn’t make a difference and it doesn’t make it right
but I just wanted to be with you tonight
the bougainvillea, the wisteria and my reused storksbill
perfume the vague recesses of my mind
where the pig dog barks and the pilot howls along
true to form unnecessarily unkind
now I’ve nothing left to offer but my empty hands are clean
If I stay here then they won’t know what I’ve done
but I’d drag myself through miles of broken glass just to lie
at your feet for all my mornings to come
I crawled into my cocoon just to come out as a moth
now I’m flailing at a dirty window pane
it doesn’t make it better and it doesn’t make me sane
words are power but we live in a hurricane
I know it doesn’t make it better and it doesn’t make it right
but I just wanted to be with you tonight
I just wanted to be with you tonight
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Ragged Hollow TAS, Australia
Fiddle driven folk rock - dark stories, danceable melodies.
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