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Nah Blues
03:31
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I may as well throw in this job
What’s the point in working anyway
I need not eat nor pay the power bill
Wine shall be my dinner from now on
And I can shower in the brothel till I’ve fucked away my holiday pay
I may as well throw in this job
What’s the point in working anyway
The devil will find work for me to do
And anyway my hands are busy
Wiping tears and snot and wrinkles on my face
O
I may as well throw in this town
What would be the point in trying to stay
The sun will rise and I'll be nowhere to be found
Cos when you haven’t got a place to go
It is impossible to lose your way
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Winter comes
Winter closes the door
Says you're not to go out any more
Close your eyes, pull the heater up close and hide
It's okay
Like all things it will pass
Though you half-seem to hope it will last
Huddle down, sofa like a cocoon, and hide
Slowly they will leave town
Slowly they will lose touch
And I will finally have this suburb to myself
And I never thought I’d like it
But it grows on you like a shell
Making it just another thing that I can’t help
Summer lies
Gone before it has come
Though you cling till your hands feel numb
Let it go – it'll probably come again
Slowly they will leave town
Slowly they will lose touch
And I will finally have this suburb to myself
And I never thought I’d like it
But it grows on you like a shell
Making it just another thing that I can’t help
It’s okay to like it
It’s okay to want to
I’m not saying that I did
I’m not saying that I do
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You
Are looking sick girl and I don’t mean under the weather
I’ve never seen a figure make a baggy sweater look better
You got them hi-cut jeans and the lo-self-esteem
And you be running through my mind just like a selfish meme
Yeah, I make geek jokes to get the freak vote
And I know heaps of quotes from the Peep Show
I’m a magnet For the maladjusted and mad
Pelvic thrusting like a dad
Dancing at a wedding
I’m funky, and I don’t mean malodorous
So don’t try and fight it Marsha cos it’s bigger than both of us
You don’t have to hate yourself to sleep with me
But it would probably help
You don’t have to sleep with me to hate yourself
You’re doing fine on your own
Come back to mine
We’ll peel off the faces that we put on
To meet the faces that were put on to meet us
I’m quoting Eliot in toilets?!
I’m so far gone I don’t even know if that’s ironic
All I know is if you want I can take my dick and try and fix your issues
(of which you got more than The Listener)
There isn’t a feasible reason to see it as one indivisible signal
Of something it isn’t: it’s probably just
The kind of mistake that we so often make
But we never seem to learn
You don’t have to hate yourself to sleep with me
But it would probably help
You don’t have to sleep with me to hate yourself
You’re doing fine on your own
Touch me…
Unless you touch me, how will I know if I’m even real?
Feel me…
It’s been so long I think I forgot what it felt like to feel
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Formula
02:30
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They found the formula
For you
Now the peaks and the troughs
Are as smooth as a sine wave
A flat line as bland
As the smile on your face
Now do you know what they’ve done to you?
Do you?
They have planed every one
Of your sharp edges off
Now you’re just the right shape
To fit into this box
It’s not an exact science
But it’s not exactly art
A gratuitous act of violence
To the workings of the human heart
It’s not an exact science
But it’s not exactly art
It begins with a weak defiance
And it ends when the fighting starts
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Bogeyman
03:09
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He lives under my bed
He comes out after dusk
He hovers over me
And sends the chill down to my bones
And every night I fight him with a toothpick
And every night he wins
And every night I wake in a puddle of sweat
With his face burned into the back of my eyelids
So don’t tell me there’s no such thing as ghosts
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I’m going down to Family Planning to get prophylactics
To put on my penis if I have sex with a girl
Cos at Family Planning they’ve got free prophylactics
And it costs twelve bucks to buy them at New World
The girl at Family Planning is very attractive
And I’m trying not to think about having sex with her
But it’s hard not to think about having sex when you’re buying prophylactics
And now my face has gone so red it hurts
What’s wrong with me? I’m thirty three!
I’ve got every right to get condoms for free
And no-one’s looking on judgementally
I know this shit’s all in my head
So why’s my face so fucking red?
I force a grin feeling awkward in my skin
Exit stage left, and run for the lift
And as the doors slide closed on the scene of my defeat
I think I’ll do it all again
In a couple of weeks
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It’s time to dance and feel dirty
It’s time to shake it in shame
It’s time to boogie and feel bad about it
It’s time to get down on yourself
It’s time to shuffle and feel shifty
It’s time to wiggle it and wish you weren’t
It’s time to free your flow and feel like filth
It’s time to dance and feel dirty
I think she’s lookin’ at you lookin’ at her lookin’ at you lookin’ at her
I wanna step to you baby
But something is holding me back
Maybe it’s just the way that my feet stick to the floor
When I try to pick them up
I wanna get on up baby
But something is holding me down
Maybe it’s just the force of inertia
It could be worse yeah
It could be worse
I think she’s lookin’ at you lookin’ at her
Jump up
In the middle of the club
Give it a little bit of a rub
Just to get it sticking up
So if you feel like givin’ me a hug
You’re definitely gonna feel the love
You’re gonna love my love bump
Bump bits
Literally pump it
Babble to me dumb shit
It’ll do me wonders
Titillate me later back at mine
Comin’ up like an elevator
She turned to me and said:
I want a boy who’ll make me feel easy
I want a boy who acts kinda mean
I want a boy who knows I’m an object
I want a boy who’ll mostly ignore me
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You and me riding up the highway
Smashing up a television
Destroying an email
We took the pain away
We had all the safety equipment
Smashing up a television
Flying up the highway
Somewhere off the road
Under bright headlights
Under deadly skies
Smashing up a television
We had a drink afterwards in the Silverstream pub
Smashing up a television
Life is always on the way
Smashing up a television
Life is always on the way
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So It’s Come To This
03:49
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La. La. La. La. La.
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I’m not here to fuck spiders
And I’m not doing this for my health
It’s not my time that you’re wasting
You guys are only cheating yourselves
So come on if you think you’re hard enough
But you’d better be rock
Cos when you’re underneath the table I’ll be using your curtains
To wipe my shades
Ever get the feeling you’ve been feeling for far too long?
I know you heard me the first time
Not saying something like that twice
And this is neither the time nor the place
For either one of us to play Mr Nice Guy
So put that body where your mouth is
Let’s take that talk for a walk
Because I ain’t saving shit for no homeward trip
It happens now if it happens at all
Ever get the feeling you’ve been feeling for far too long?
Take four fingers and curl them into your palm
And lock them into place with a crooked thumb
And you should wind up with something that looks a bit like this
Congratulations! You’ve made your very own fist
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Well it’s true that we told you when you were sixteen
That you should never be frightened to follow your dreams
And it’s true that we told you when you were in school
That you could do anything that you put your mind to
But we always thought you’d put your mind to something useful
And we always thought that you’d dream of something real
So get out of that Pavement t-shirt you’ve been wearing
Since you went to see them back in ’97
And get out of that second-hand record store
That you failed your degree in philosophy for
Cos the girls don’t like the boys
Whose shirts don’t button up
The girls don’t like the boys
Who still live with their mums when they are thirty-one
What’s so bad about selling your soul to the man
When the alternative’s living in the back of a van?
What on earth is the point of these Wednesday shows
Where the indifferent folk wish you’d play something they know?
And you’re probably not that good
Cos if you were you’d know by now
And there’s still time to get a life
But it’s surely running out
And the girls don’t like the boys
Who can’t afford a car
The girls don’t like the boys
Who’d rather starve to death than hang up their guitar
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You don’t have to hate yourself to sleep with me
But it would probably help
I will pick you up
Set you on those pretty feet again
And when you’re all better
You can find somebody better than me
Mmm
You don’t have to sleep with me to hate yourself
You’re doing fine on your own
But if you need a hand
I guess I would be happy to oblige
Stick with me
And you’ll never go places
Not a thing changes
When you’re in stasis
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Vorn Wellington, New Zealand
“Vorn Colgan has been New Zealand's best-kept musical secret for so long now that it seems almost a shame to spoil it.” – Simon Sweetman, offthetracks.co.nz
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