1. |
Outside
03:10
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It's been too long chopping off the mornings
Squeezing out the last of the toothpaste,
it outlast the good days
Raining, but i think that's OK,
cause I'm friends with outside and it could use a wet day.
If its self awareness that separates us from the rest
Then why's it always feel that's where we're most inept?
Old ways, never ending heat waves
Huge blaze, fight the fire with tax breaks
Growth rates, growing for its own sake
This seems pretty hard to sustain
It's been too long chopping off the mornings
Squeezing out the last of the toothpaste,
it outlast the good days
Raining, but i think that's OK,
cause I'm friends with outside
If its self awareness that separates us from the rest
Then why's it always feel that's where we're most inept?
Unfazed, we push the rock till pay day
Next day, we start again as always
It's been too long chopping off the mornings
Squeezing out the last of the toothpaste,
it outlast the good days
Sun ray, sneaking through the cold pane,
so I'll take a short walk, seeking out a good day
If its self awareness that separates us from the rest
Then why's it always feel that's where we're most inept?
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2. |
Denouement
03:19
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I wanna run away
Drive for a couple of days
Towards a promising horizon
But ideals never were surviving
You can't escape what's within you
My own organic matter got the better
Frayed and slipping loose,
indifferent to anything that's outside your short-sighted view
We're all ostensibly isolated threads
And nothing connects you to your friends
Just wanna slip away, just to see who would ask me to stay
You know lately I've been pining, to live like we know that we're all dying
I remember the last occasion
I figured out I was just delaying
You can't escape what's within you
My own organic matter got the better
Frayed and slipping loose,
indifferent to anything that's outside your short-sighted view
We're all ostensibly isolated threads
And nothing connects you to your friends
Frayed and slipping loose,
indifferent to anything that's outside your short-sighted view
We're all ostensibly isolating everything
And nothing connects you to your friends
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3. |
Exploited
03:36
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There's no value intrinsically
In anything I hear or see
In anything I think about
You or me
I keep slippin' to the same conclusion
The one that drops me into dead-end nothing
Just because we're existing
That doesn't mean we have a right to be.
Just because we're existing
That doesn't mean we have a right to be.
There's sanctity in nothing but a dream
We're simply here as progeny
I've got no will to think about
you and me
Progress has no direction, just manifests intention
Our ends are meaningless, outside their means
Just because we're existing
That doesn't mean we have a right to be.
Just because we're existing
That doesn't mean we have a right to be.
Over enlisting
in how we think that all of this should be
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4. |
Margins
03:18
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“Take out the trash”
“Don't forget to take out the trash”
Buried in the margins,
sticking close to all the walls,
as small as you can afford
Feeling like an afterthought at the end of a day of deep philosophical reasoning
There's a limit to how much that I can think
But it's relatively higher than the limit to how much that I can speak
Glasgow, would you make up your mind about where I fit into your milieu,
I'm having trouble doing it for you,
I know that I'm responsible for the way in which I choose to perceive you,
But sometimes I feel it's not me, it's you,
In spite of that, I'll miss you.
I ate breakfast at 2pm, again
My laziness a side-effect of apathy,
a side-effect of you,
or more accurately
a lack thereof,
I've found I'm no better off
Alone in a studio apartment
In an unfamiliar city,
There's a limit to how much that I can read
But it's relatively higher than the limit to how much that I can speak
Glasgow, would you make up your mind about where I fit into your milieu,
I'm sick of doing it for you,
I know that I'm responsible for the way in which I choose to perceive you,
But sometimes I feel it's not me, it's you,
In spite of that, I'll miss you.
And I fuck every effort I make
to make any new friends, I told them my name
but then gave too much away
And I scared them all away
Buried in the margins,
sticking close to all the walls,
as small as you can afford
Feeling like an afterthought at the end of the day
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5. |
Worlds away
02:55
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Inside out, I work to nurture my nature
View so tight, it's easy to lose sight of that broader perspective
So I try to find some meaning to chase, but there’s something in the way
And I try to find a connection to place, but it's comforting to stay…
Drawn to being worlds away,
sick of staying up to date
Obligations make me anxious and afraid,
but I'm unsure if its just my brain
News radio makes me feel powerless and depressed.
I'll keep listening if it helps me hold your interest.
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll recede inside, let it pass me by again.
Drawn to being worlds away,
sick of staying up to date
Obligations make me anxious and afraid,
I'm unsure if its just my brain
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6. |
Throw-aways
02:41
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Got a few mates as disillusioned as me
That's how they want you to feel
The powers that be
All the corporate elites in control of what you see on your TV
The systematic oppression
This manic depression is killing me
As they stifle reflection
They're selling elections and they brutalise the unfree
We're kept satisfied cause we're given just enough to keep getting by
And there's wedges they're driving between you and I
Divide us and conquer until we die
"As much and as good as" is disappearing down the sink
While the house on the hill monopolises all the scenery
They can't erase all the throw-aways,
that connect us all every day
All these patterns of reciprocal kindness
It's more than self-righteousness
The bureaucratic deflections undermining connections to country
Eroding protections, arbitrary detention,
They commercialise the unfree
We're kept satisfied cause we're given just enough to keep getting by
And there's wedges they're driving between you and I
Divide us and conquer until we die
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7. |
Assumptions
03:04
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Assumptions keep me feeling safe at night
Assumptions let me formulate at least a vague idea of wrong and right
Assumptions help to simplify our lives,
Assumptions miss the nuances, distinguishing existences behind all our eyes
I know I shouldn't presume to know you
I know I shouldn't assume you care
I know I shouldn't presume to know you
I know I shouldn't assume you care
Assumptions keep me calm just like the rest
Assumptions stop the anxious fears from growing sentient and bursting out of my chest
I know I shouldn't presume to know you
I know I shouldn't assume you care
I know I shouldn't presume to know you
I know I shouldn't assume you care
But If I'm to retain a hope i need to assume we're all the same
beneath the facades we craft
Something that connects us
Something that connects us
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