1. |
Shadowboxing
03:05
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2. |
Antisocial Social Club
03:54
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3. |
Crusty The Commuter
03:45
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Oversized important man in your business suit too tight,
shiny pointed mammal-skin shoes clomping loudly to announce your presence as you saunter accross the platform to where I'm standing and proudly plonk yourself in front of me
flaunting your extra large single-use plastic take away cup like its a trophy
As the train approaches like a tomcat at feeding time but with less grace,
you bob and weave trying to predict where the door will be so that you can board the train first
you've gotta get on (it gets you off) before those who've been patiently queueing at the edge of the platform for 20 fucking minutes prior to your arrival
Oh
Don't they know who you are!?
Don't they know who you are!?
They don't know who you are, they don't!
Who my dear has been inflating your ego so?
You're worth so much more and you've got to let them know, disregarding anyone judged to rank less than you based on outfit, gender, age, skin colour.
How many times in a working day can you put these folks in their place? privilege earned you that window seat on the 6am train
Don't you know who you are,
Don't you know who you are,
You don't know who you are.
In this day and age its difficult for a man to go about his business without backlash or ending up in somebody's art
I'm not saying women aren't guilty of this, I'll admit my bias because of course history plays a part
I myself play the part today of judge, 'cause this cold cold morning, to me you are a
Stereotypical upper middle class white male
This crusty loaf is getting stale
Stereotypical upper middle class white male
This crusty loaf is getting stale
Do you know who I am
Don't you know who I am
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4. |
Full Bloom
05:17
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5. |
Slave Of Sensation
03:16
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6. |
Down
04:19
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Lay down
Asleep the dust and all your bones lay down
There's no place here for you to go, Lay down
Be dust, be bones, be gone, be gone, lay down!
Oh you're old, the world don't know you now.
You're the world don't know you now.
Be dust, be bones
soil between the stones
break trust, let go
be rust beneath the musty throne
Be gone
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7. |
Darnum
03:53
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Oh, Darnum
Left the city I love and all the people I know to keep my head above water and be somewhere slow
Oh, Darnum
Big shady gum trees that I walk beneath, but not for too long 'cause I soon run out of..
Darnum
A post office and a Pub, cafe called 'The Stump' and the kind of coffee that makes me miss Melbourne
Oh Melbourne
The one that I love, live music in pubs, a decent long black real soon I'll come back to Melbourne
Oh Melbourne
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