‘Forth & Back’
Falling apart and you’re falling again.
You’re falling apart, now they’re calling your name.
It’s all falling apart, ‘cause you Fucked with the grain.
And I know my Grandma won’t remember your name.
You’re falling apart, still just stalling the bend.
No you won’t get the part in the City of Same.
So we’re back to the start, I’m a featherless wren.
Now they’re calling it art, no one’s copping the blame.
Spinning round all up and down,
Are ya Forth & back?
Fallin’ apart, back to crawling again.
[Crawl back to me, why don’t ya?]
Ran right off the chart, inched close to the flame.
[The flame, it came, stayed, left and then went away.]
Been onboard Noah’s Ark since you prayed for the rain.
[Don’t you dare pray for the rain again!]
When you spoke to my heart, I got lost outta frame—-frame—frame—-frame—-frame…
Spinning round all up and down,
Are ya Forth & back?
I’ve been crying on the plane again
While the girl beside me plays pretend
with her plastic orange life raft
floating up and down the arm rest
And every time it nears the gap
Swear it’ll fall into my lap,
Wish it’d tumble from her grip, slowly tip and let it slip,
So that my cold trembling hand could try awkwardly retrieve it
From underneath the seat and -
as I’d place it back into her little fingers I would lean in -
Whisper softly in her ear,
“Be more careful sweetheart” and “watch out dear!”
I wish I’d been more careful.
I wish I was less trusting.
Some awful part of me wishes
I was raised to be suspicious
And assuming, all consuming.
To never
smile at strangers.
To
always turn away.
To colour-in only in shades of grey.
I let my life raft float on deeper waters,
Let the current be my guide.
‘Cause there aren’t rips in deeper waters…
There aren’t tricks beneath the tide.
But slowly, I assure you, I’d been drifting out to sea
Languidly lounging laughing as the world spat back at me.
So now my sleeve’s all soggy.
I picked the window seat again.
I’ll never choose the aisle.
I don’t look pretty when my face turns red.Not gonna wake up, not gonna wake up!
‘Big Bright Burning Sun’
Save yourself before the others,
Hold me while you drown.
Gasp, soft voices under covers,
Undress from your gown.
Ebb your soul into the ether,
Bestow your paper crown.
Etch yourself into her leather,
Shade her blue and brown.
All that's left is a Big Bright Burning Sun
And you're not gonna wake up.
All that's left is a Big Bright Burning Sun
And you're not gonna wake up!
Scratch the itch that knows no cure,
Uppers when you're down.
Lurk, boy peak out from your cover,
Smile through your frown.
Now pave a path out to The Ending,
Strangers gather 'round.
And lie, as if you know no better,
Gossip of the town.
All that's left is a Big Bright Burning Sun
And you're not gonna wake up.
All that's left is a Big Bright Burning Sun
And you're not gonna wake up!
All that's left is a Big Bright Burning Sun
And you're not gonna wake up.
All that's left is a Big Bright Burning Sun
And you're not gonna wake up!
You're not gonna wake up, not gonna wake up
Not gonna wake up, not gonna wake up!
‘Newsreader’
Started watching the news again,
Oh that was a mistake.
I swear I could tell you a thousand endings
‘Bout this dull, dreary place.
I saw Michelle on Breakfast News again,
Reporting interstate
And wearing that fluro pink dress again, yeah
‘Cause they all look the…they all look the same.
Sad mummies and ties, wooahh.
Sad mummies and ties.
Woman was stabbed in the back again son,
Only by her best mate.
And baby gone missing out from the bomb den.
There’s traffic, all four lanes.
Atlantic City so damn close to fruition,
I’ll eat mermaid as my steak.
And we’ll all grow gills and go into remission.
New York City, New York City Lake.
Sad mummies and ties, wooahh.
Sad mummies and ties, woah-oo-ohh.
Good morning and welcome to News Breakfast and what a beautiful day it is outside today, with flash flood warnings issued for the entire state and Cyclone Dutton pushing bushfires inland.
In Breaking News today– Mother of three shot dead late last night outside inner-city apartment,
male suspect aged fifty-five has been released this morning on bail.
The ongoing missing person’s case relating to three year old Queensland girl has today been closed following the officers’ discovery of a corpse - later confirmed by forensics - found yesterday afternoon in the boot of a stolen Ford Falcon.
Woah-oo-ohh!
Sad mummies and ties, wooahh.
Sad mummies and ties, woah-oo-ohh.
Sad mummies and ties, wooahh / sad mummies and ties, sad mummies and ties.
Sad mummies and ties / sad mummies and ties, sad mummies!
News-read-er.
News-read-er.
News-read-er.
News-read-er!
