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Declined
01:36
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I went to my therapist, I will until my brain is fixed
I went to my therapist, I’m coping
Until next week when I miss my train
And I go to work and they dock my pay
I went to my therapist, I will until my brain is fixed
I went to my therapist, I’m coping
I can only afford rice and my myki was declined
I’ve gotta get to work and I might not make it this time
I went to my therapist, I will until my brain is fixed
I went to my therapist, I’m coping
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2. |
Saving Face
02:41
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When’s it my turn to be upset?
I have to play it out in my head
Swallowing snide comments cause I know they won’t help
But for once I wanna be the one who yells
Why should I stay silent?
And swallow my voice
Why should I have to hide who I am,
When you’re so arrogantly you?
Let it all out, wear it on your sleeve
No fear of repercussions no fear of hurting me
Puff out your chest and raise your voice
Why can’t you make your point without a scene?
Why should I stay silent?
And swallow my voice
Why should I have to hide who I am
, When you’re so arrogantly you?
Why should I have to save face
When you’re the one who’s wrong
Why should I have to comfort you
Who’s gonna comfort me?
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3. |
Empty Houses
04:47
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I remember you telling my sister
When she was 16
That she needs to think about others
And how they're feeling
That there’s more going on around her;
That other people struggle too
But I think somewhere along the way
You forgot your own advice
I may not know much about taxes
But I know there's more empty houses than there are people who need it
I may not know much about saving money
But I’m already making my own coffee
I'm glad your life is easier now
You've worked hard and you deserve it
But everyone deserves that luxury
Everyone deserves necessities
Don’t you think it needs to change?
Shouldn’t it be easier
Everyone works hard
But we don’t all get paid the same
I may not know much about taxes
But I know there's more empty houses than there are people who need it
I may not know much about saving money
But I’m already making my own coffee
Having to space out our breakdowns for ten free sessions a year
I'd be okay never affording my own home
If it meant I could afford treatment
We’ve been sold so many things over the years
But you're not selling me on this
You're not selling me on this
I may not own my own business
But my labour is fueling your wealth
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4. |
Murder
03:01
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My body is crumbling
My mind is breaking apart
I’m clawing at the walls for safety
I never had a head start
And I feel so guilty
All I can think of is me
When the planet is imploding
And we lock them up indefinitely
Another woman killed
By a man who said he loved her
Another candlelight vigil
I walk home, I hope I’m not murdered
The human weight of suffering
What a weight to bare
The news cycle’s not stopping
I’m incapacitated by how much I care
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5. |
Always In The Way
04:21
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I was born
With a hole in my heart
That took 25 years
To close up
The cold fills my bones
I can’t leave the house
If i stay in bed one more day
I’ll never make it out
Always in the way
No matter where I stand
I was raised
Soaked in shame
An infection
That won’t go away
When I finally make it out
I get called names
I can’t feel my body
I don’t feel safe
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6. |
Dive
03:36
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I’m sure there’s an explanation
But I can’t find the words half the time
And however much I don’t need it is how high I’ll dive into the city
If I try or if I don’t it makes no difference
You’ll always find me here
I guess the party's over
Cos everyone passed out,
woke up then left, gone home
I guess the party's over
Cos it's Thursday morning and I'm still drunk on my own
And I've had a lot of fun
I've had a lot of fun
I'm not having fun anymore
I know every rock and tree on this way home
I try not to think too much
I look out the window at things I never had
Out on the street I stumble
As the kids in the gutter
tell me to get fucked
And I guess the party's over
I’ve had a lot of fun
But I'm not having fun
But I'm not having fun anymore
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7. |
Nowhere To Go
04:03
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I'm barely holding on but I'm fucking trying
And I know I'm not alone and it's fucking tiring
We’re all trying our best to get better
And if we hold each other up we might just get somewhere
And the Rev's closed down so now I don't know where to go when I need somewhere to go
But it still says our name
on the poster out the front
Months after doors closed
and wall decorations sold
So I guess we still hold a place even if the place is barely holding on
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8. |
Someone, Something
04:23
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I catch an Uber to hospital
when i can’t ask anyone else
I’ve been pulling others' pain inside me
I thought the empathy might help
And I wish I could believe in something
Or someone could believe in me
I’m scared to see you with the lights on
Scared of what it might mean
But you’re just a fantasy
For when I might find some bravery
And I wish I could believe in something
Or someone could believe in me
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Way Shit Footscray, Australia
Way Shit are a garage punk three-piece from Naarm/Melbourne. Formed in 2017 by three mates, Shelley (vox/guitar), Michael (bass), Kevin (drums), they are known for forceful live performances, raw lyrics and a sound that ranges from tender to ferocious — often within one song. ... more
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