Recorded by Matt Schultz at Interim Studios Adelaide
Mixed by Alex Farrar
Mastered by Greg Obis
Darling I want to be open Up from the inside Deer in the headlights Nothing will move if you don't want it to Now every dog that is barking is barking at me Oh i need to get moving nothing good comes from nothing Darling I want to be open Up from the inside Deer in the headlights Nothing will move if you do’nt want it to Now every dog that is barking Is barking at me Oh i need to get moving Nothing good comes from nothing There is promise there is lack Hung up on the byline Oh i want to push through A rock in the pave line How long can i get to know you I’ve forgotten how to hold And be held Lets make up a new name One foot on the platform One foot on the train One foot on the platform One foot on the train
A hard stomp on dog collar Whiplash round the tree Held under the microscope The light is unbecoming Black hole in the backseat Just like I was when I was 15 In my Hotbox teenage dream No air left for burning It’s my faith of crisis And it’ll happen again And again again again again again Saw god on the back of a Corolla Crashed into a stobie pole Wrapped around like a chocolate wrapper Comic Sans “god saves us all” Now it’s like I’m back to praying Guilt soaked after masturbating It was never my fault A squashed bug under all that came before It’s my faith of crisis It’s my faith of crisis It’s my faith of crisis It’ll happen again again again again again again Again again again again again again
Behind every open door Runs a backwards racking dog Every bet I'm hedging Placed on everything I'm not Every step up the hill is up some tempered glass Let the good times roll And let them pass Sliding down with bare ass The fool Now every night has That same old feeling Of packing up my things and leaving Every wall requires a new stance So I pull my limbs into repeating patterns Caught with my hands down my pants Waiting for some new romance The fool I gotta put my dog down He’s all bark and no bite With my hands down my pants well it aint what it looks like Coughing and splutter down the old highway The wind will clip my wings Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in Out the same way I came in
Recorded by Matt Schultz at Interim Studios Adelaide
Mixed by Alex Farrar
Mastered by Greg Obis
Drifting down on the east side Past the corner I broke all my bones Well the engine ain’t healthy Spitting fire and smoke It’s just the line that I tow Between deep breaths and pool laps and an early onset stroke Did it all just to feel quite the same Flipped the car over broke the window pane Future exhales and old breaths I’m a plastic pony with a broken leg And the heat of the street melts my chest
I see oceans dribble into a single path A new horizon I left Just a tourist in your eyes Only passing through Always passing through I cried my whole way down The water slide I’ve been scared before Take me back to the heights Get back in an instant Or 20 hours on a plane But It’s just as you left it Everything’s changing But nothing has changed Sleeping dogs don’t dream Of living inside Your leash My neck Stop pulling it Cigarette in the morning But there’s nothing to be found I guess the itch that I was scratching Has scratched itself out Baby when the blues come back Please don’t wait for me I’ll be coming when I’m coming I’ll be coming when I’m coming When your dog whistle calls to me
Hiding underneath the play ground I piss my pants and play around I flop around like a fish No pressure Well I sure feel that pressure now I spit out words to wet the ground Let the mud surround me now It Blocks my ears so I can’t think I ask my spine to finally show And For my body to just let go Hunched over muscles pull But the back won’t bend straight Lifetime waiting for limeglught Talent show I slipped on my face I drive around just to drive around I’ve never had a destination I look around to where the sun is now With all my new horizons are all set I ask my spine to finally show And For my body to just let go I ask my spine to finally show And For my body to just let go
Many hands makes light work But lately I find everything Is making light work of me They never notice me Only notice when the bathrooms unclean Working just to keep working I cook to clean every day But no one in this house knows my name What’s the point in anything anyway Everything gets dirty in the end This is how I spend my time Cleaning the rooms trying to clear my mind Of all the lovers I’ve left behind I re arrange her room Put everything back to how she used to All the drawers I never can go through It’s the grit between the tiles Vacant faces and half smiles What’s the point in anything anyway Everything gets dirty in the end
I write new names for the same old problems I try to make it fit I try to make it work and I'm not getting better I'm getting used to dealing with it Always walking to the same bed In the wrong fucking house Always trying to figure it out They say practice makes perfect But I've been waking up every single day No matter how many times I sleep I've never felt awake I'll bury my bones in the yard Cause pushing things down feels like a fresh start It's always tell them that I said hi Drive by smiles and a wave goodbye Well yeah it's lonely on the other end but i've felt lonelier before I cant find a way Every path is blocked then all of my friends say you can't give up on what you've lost I try my best to work through it all To work through all the shit It's been a year since Sam passed away If she was here she wouldn't have dealt with it From the right angles you can see right through When things don't work out how you want them to I try to find a reason but noting seems to make sense I've been staring at myself in the bathroom mirror It only tells me what I want it to Who I am and what I've been It's getting fucking old spending too much time in the sun No matter how hard thing's get There isn't much more I can forget
My god came to me Through the screen of my tv Because Something won’t happen And something won’t break His eyes flutter with a reason Skin burns with all seasons Hands pulled the switch And set me ablaze An itchy trigger finger That I’ll never get to press Maybe in some time The dogs will stop barking yet He won’t skirt around the edges The deep end is not profound John frum is finally coming Got his eyes to the ground Stench of fish stings my mind Like A lost child down isle 9 Nothing grows so nothing rots Nothing else makes me feel so hot
Unfurl me from the inside darling I want my fruit to ripe 1 2 3 1 2 3 1 2 3 counting My fruitless mess in spite I’ll be your baby if you want me Pants down flailing about I’ll fly to every new horizon Till my beak hits the glass Rip me open from from the inside darling I want to be your star Hold me under the black light shining chalk body outline in cum 123 123 123 counting Deep Breaths into an empty lung 123 123 123 I love myself I love my body 123
Pulled the cards out from the deck said be afraid of what’s coming next Don’t be sad that it happened Just be sorry that I did It’s a long time between states Where the border lines won’t meet For a couple days What’s to try to feel the same Left out to dry Hung up In the rain The first one to walk Last one to cross the line Hate me for it all But darling there was so much more If we had the time Your soldered to the chair While I’m lying there Naked on the floor Darling I’m heading for the door
An oil leak out of the socket Soaks the colour out the floor I get queasy on the start up I was hungry when I was younger All the shit I put into my body Came out from the kitchen sink That fucking rat comes knocking Eating all my cheese I knew it when I saw it Oh my body hates me The grass it was growing out from underneath the kitchen That old horse riding like death Kicks me in the head again I want to be 3 feet from me finding emptiness inside every thing
ll bury him here someday Mixing up the bones and the clay I won’t ever let this die Taxidermied kept alive I see the list dwindle each year the fire licks behind your ears I felt the lump before the swell Autumns burning winters hell Turn me around I know what we’ll say Everything burns All time and a place just High tide / loose change Old joy New rage So this is me being selfish Some rhinestone cowboy parading round Marking my proud sale Pierece two posts in the ground Profit over all in a competitive market Cash for gold I’m sold as the next best thing Every hoof prints a punch in the face Im the kid who cried at your birthday I’m the dog off the leash Biting the hand that feeds me Memory just turns to twist the knife I’ve cleaned that wound 100 times I felt the lump before the swell Autumns burning winters hell Forever don’t mean much in passing Forgotten don’t mean that’s it done A joke was that went too far The dog that bit my arm Forever don’t mean much in passing Forgotten don’t mean that’s it done A joke was that went too far The dog that bit my arm