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Seacombe Line
03:15
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They draw graffiti signs up and down the Seacombe Line
As the last train rattles its way down the coast
I sit, keep to myself, avoiding interactions,
cause kids these days scare the shit out of me
One passes by with a cigarette, Centrelink cheque
and an attitude that says “you owe me this”
I keep my head down low, focused on my shoes,
the girl approaches me and asked me what I had left to lose
I turn my collar up as the rain starts pouring down,
And barring divine intervention, what else could happen now?
And I guess I’ll just let the rain soak through my skin
What’s left to fight for? I’m always gonna let you win
So don’t call me at 3am again, I’ve got no way to get to you
So why don’t you ask him?
Cause its pouring rain outside, so I’m not leaving bed
You didn’t come when I needed you, so get the fuck out of my head
Out of my head
It’s so convenient to be absent when it suits you best
I have my faults, I’ll admit, but you’re the one who ran at the first sign of a test
I spent the last three years all alone, trying to forget the four that came before
and I’m finally comfortable enough to admit
That I’m better off alone
And I guess I’ll just let the rain soak through my skin
What’s left to fight for? I’m always gonna let you win
So don’t call me at 3am again, I’ve got no way to get to you
So why don’t you ask him?
Cause its pouring rain outside, so I’m not leaving bed
You didn’t come when I needed you, so get the fuck out of my head
Out of my head
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2. |
San Francisco
03:18
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All around me are concrete and fences
Waning signs to keep out
But all I want is to feel young again
You’re not sticking by me if you’re not sticking around
One more whiskey and one more cigarette and I’ll call it quits,
Besides this city is getting me down
So I’ll be sleeping in San Francisco tonight, in the backstreets of the Tenderloin
asking for a light, and its alright if you have to go
I’m in the wrong lane, on the wrong side of the equator
And all your lies are starting to look paper thin
And my self-deprecation is doing both of our heads in
But I’m not sure that you’re worth waiting around for anymore
One more whiskey and one more cigarette and I’ll call it quits,
Besides this city is getting me down
So I’ll be sleeping in San Francisco tonight, in the backstreets of the Tenderloin
Asking for a light, and its alright if you have to go
Cause everybody always has to go
One more whiskey and one more cigarette and I’ll call it quits,
Besides this city is getting me down
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3. |
Stateside
03:18
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Its been six months of a constant headache,
Time to pick up, start clearing some headspace
But I’m not going anywhere without you
Call back to say you wished me well,
I know you meant to say “go to hell”
I just wanna be nowhere near you
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
So I’m driving down the 66, in a van full of fucked up kids
Never been so far from home and never felt so far from alone
I’m tired of decoding what your words mean,
I’ve got friends and now I’m living my dreams
I’m just trying to lose my mind,
So fuck it I’m going Stateside
Fuck it I’m going Stateside
Coughing up a lung every night is still better than the constant fights
I feel like shit, but that’s nothing new
So I’ll ask for directions to Winslow, find a corner and wait for her to call
I can’t wait to waste my time on you
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
So I’m driving down the 66, in a van full of fucked up kids
Never been so far from home and never felt so far from alone
I’m tired of decoding what your words mean,
I’ve got friends and now I’m living my dreams
I’m just trying to lose my mind,
So fuck it I’m going Stateside
Fuck it I’m going Stateside
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
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4. |
Wrong Moves
03:28
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Its been six months of a constant headache,
Time to pick up, start clearing some headspace
But I’m not going anywhere without you
Call back to say you wished me well,
I know you meant to say “go to hell”
I just wanna be nowhere near you
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
So I’m driving down the 66, in a van full of fucked up kids
Never been so far from home and never felt so far from alone
I’m tired of decoding what your words mean,
I’ve got friends and now I’m living my dreams
I’m just trying to lose my mind,
So fuck it I’m going Stateside
Fuck it I’m going Stateside
Coughing up a lung every night is still better than the constant fights
I feel like shit, but that’s nothing new
So I’ll ask for directions to Winslow, find a corner and wait for her to call
I can’t wait to waste my time on you
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
So I’m driving down the 66, in a van full of fucked up kids
Never been so far from home and never felt so far from alone
I’m tired of decoding what your words mean,
I’ve got friends and now I’m living my dreams
I’m just trying to lose my mind,
So fuck it I’m going Stateside
Fuck it I’m going Stateside
So I’m packing up my shit, I’m going to America (whoa)
Maybe find a place where I can get away from you
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Bend, OR
04:18
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I’m not saying that I miss you and wont any time real soon
I’m just saying that its different without your shit in my room
Now your smell has finally shifted from my clothes and our sheets
I thought things might get easier but I haven’t slept in weeks
And I’ve been calling all of your friends to ask if you ever mention me
And if you’d ever told them about how things used to be
Now I’m calling from a payphone
Somewhere back in Bend
Where the cold and mountain air helped dissipate
The fog inside my head
And I’ve been calling all of your friends to ask if you ever mention me
And if you’d ever told them about how things used to be
And you’ve been calling all of my friends to ask
If I’m doing ok
And the truth is I wanna tell you but I’m
A coward so I wont
And I’ve been calling all of your friends to ask if you ever mention me
And if you'd ever told them about how things used to be
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6. |
Escape
05:02
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Its quiet on the train back home
There’s nervous people scared and sitting all alone,
but I’ll sit with you
Apologise for the stares and introduce myself to you
Though I may not know what you’re going through,
I’ll still try to be kind cause we’re all immigrants too
There’s wealthy white people on the TV spreading fear
They say our way of life is threatened and the end is near
But I’ve never been so ashamed
That they try to pass the blame onto what they don’t understand
These people are fucking insane
And who are you to take away their right to seek a safer life
And escape the sound of bombs?
And I’d give my last breaths wishes if you could stand to witness
The things that these people have seen
And as a mother how can you scream and shout
To keep families and children out?
Homeless and broken, the people have spoken,
And its time for you to sit the fuck down
And who are you to take away their right to seek a safer life
And escape the sound of bombs?
And I’d give my last breaths wishes if you could stand to witness
The things that these people have seen
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7. |
Cornflakes & Cigarettes
06:20
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I woke up and it was raining, found the clothes I’d worn last night
I got up and started my routine, cornflakes and cigarettes,
where did I leave my light?
The front door slammed I started walking, pull my hands into my sleeves
Then the call came through and hit me
Only wish that he'd died in his sleep
As I lay on the footpath crying, passers-by offered me their hands
I said I’m fine but thanks for asking, if there’s a god why was this his plan?
We stood there in complete silence
As they lowered you into the ground
Could’ve heard a single pin drop
From 50 miles around
I woke up it was still raining, must’ve been past 2pm
The days had all just blurred together, another sleepless night again
Mum said she still thinks about him and how much she sees of him in me
I know I fuck up but I’m trying, to be half the man he'd want me to be
Time never makes things easier, it makes you miss what you once had
You said that you had lost a good friend, but that day I lost my Dad
We stood there in complete silence
But that was never your way
I never thought I’d be here crying
On your fucking funeral day
Sometimes all I wants’ an answer, but I wanna hear it from his mouth
Did I ever make you proud of me? Are there things you’re mad about?
Found a box full of your old clothes, now I wear them around the house
I’ve met you in my dreams before, but I don’t think that it counts
Sam doesn’t talk about him, not because he doesn’t care
We both drink to keep the pain away, cause we’ve never had it fair
I’m standing here in complete silence, wiping tears off of your grave
I know I never got to meet you
But I’ll never be the same
No I’ll never be the same
No I’ll never be the same
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8. |
Reciprocate
03:35
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Late at night when I overthink
A staring match with my ceiling beams
And as this old house turns, like a fresh wound burns
Every effort will still be a waste
Amazed I held on so long
Put too much energy in shitty songs
But now I sleep some days and wake up to your face
So you could say things have turned out great
Still giving into self doubt
But still wanna kiss your mouth
And if things change and get rearranged
We could up and chase the cold down south
Far too comfortable with second best
Good at things that'll make you love me less
I'm a piece of shit that's come to grips with it
Sorry I don't have my head worked out
The little things that I wish you'd say
Like "it's okay, I still get the same"
Would help me better my ways, maybe feel ok
But it's so hard with so much self-hate
I don't deserve none of this at all
Waiting for something to just break and fall
Since things got good like I hoped they would
Waiting for something to snap under strain
Can't sleep when you're not in my bed
There’s a cold patch in my heart and head
It scares me to death and takes the breath from my chest
But I'm home when I see your face
Tell me if you don't reciprocate
It’ll be another misguided mistake
But I'm hedging my bets on nothing less
Than something good if you've got time to waste
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9. |
Down South
03:54
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We made the split, it wasn’t clean and I still don’t know
What you mean when you say “the future is unknown”
Give it 3 or 4 years and who could know? we might be together
With you in the front row of one of my shows
Singing songs that no one knows about when we split
But its all changed now I’m living back down south
In a townhouse right near where the ocean meets the river mouth
And I’m on my own but I feel fine,
but when I get sad, I get blind
And think about you now I’m living back down south
The winter came with it the rain; this dirty city still looks the same
As it does every fucking year
And you called to make sure that I was fine on the anniversary
That my dad died and inadvertently made matters so much worse
But its all changed now I’m living back down south
In a townhouse right near where the ocean meets the river mouth
And I’m on my own but I feel fine,
but when I get sad, I get blind
And think about you now I’m living back down south
And your words, they echo like the emptiest of rooms
And something in the air brought out the worst in us
But if everything comes back around even if not the same,
Maybe you wont pack your bags and just fuck off again
But its all changed now I’m living back down south
In a townhouse right near where the ocean meets the river mouth
And I’m on my own but I feel fine,
but when I get sad, I get blind
And think about you now I’m living back down south
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The Elliott Johnson Band Adelaide, Australia
Songs about sad stuff and getting drunk with mates
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