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Is this your hair follicle?
Is this your inflection?
I'll need to see some ID
Appoint a sentry to follow you, follow you
Scope your arrhythmia
Un-pixelate this image
Tap into your thought trove
Interrogate your data (data)
Eagle eyes can save a life
Eagle eyes can save a life
Eagle eyes can save
A life
Let me save your thumb print
Voice recognition
Excavate your memories
Imitate your reason
Standardise emotions
Video your feelings
Colour-code your logic
Make a fresh recording
Eagle eyes can save a life
Eagle eyes can save a life
Eagle eyes can save
A life
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Gather ‘round, have you heard
It’s the season of the mockingbird
Simple messages spreading like smallpox
Autobiographies written in Botox
Better the facts don’t become an impediment
Disassociate from the irreverent
Never pause before you hit send
Share a fascination for a fleeting trend
That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes
When you’re impersonating an impersonator
Quick move quick no time for wallowing
Don’t digest what you’ve been swallowing
That cool scene that you’ve been borrowing
Keep on following following following
Come along, climb inside
Every notion simplified
To a slough of three word slogans
Every blight remains unspoken
When it’s warm and syrupy
It complements the mimicry
Transcend innocence
With superficial intelligence
That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes
When you’re impersonating an impersonator
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This keyboard it has no stand
It's designed to reprimand
Castigate, denigrate, deflate, berate
It's fuelled by hate
Operated by a man much older
With a sizeable chip on his shoulder
Disinformation, flaky facts
Driven by distraction so hard to relax
Overly engaged with his European heritage
So protective of his ill-gotten privilege
In a world so out of kilter
The beacon of free speech comes unfiltered
Flow like a sewer
Thoughts impure
Bigotry empowered
Cower like a coward
Taint a reputation
Create sensation
A fledgling coup
Hidden from view
Are you ready Eddie? Are you ready Eddie?
Choppy seas better keep that rudder steady
As the fury spikes and mounts
To fever pitch by all accounts
Deviate and he will pounce
It's the thoughtlessness that counts
It's the thoughtlessness that counts
That counts
Flow like a sewer
Thoughts impure
Bigotry empowered
Cower like a coward
Taint a reputation
Create sensation
A fledgling coup
Hidden from view
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Landlubber
01:32
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Get me back to land (x7)
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Emerging from the still lagoon
A tall man, red-capped
Dialect of Western Sydney
Steers a square
Of dark
Green
Foam
With his young son
Holding up the other end
Six foot square
Thicker than a house brick
Home-made fare
On its way to the parking bays
Not the thing
You'd buy in a shop
With it's back yard finesse
Ingenuity
Back yard finesse
Ingenuity
Unique, Ingenious
A slab of dark green foam
Rises from the water
One of a kind, Sublime
A slab of dark green foam
Rises from the water
The future rests within this prism
Code word spells triumphalism
Bold ideas, pristine vision
It all seems bright from here
With it's back yard finesse
Ingenuity
Back yard finesse
Ingenuity
Unique, Ingenious
A slab of dark green foam
Rises from the water
One of a kind, Sublime
A slab of dark green foam
Rises from the water
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Deliberately Lit
03:01
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From atop the summit
The view was commanding
Out along the ridge
The dirt brown smoke puffed
The flames peeled
Like unpredictable ribbons
In the sticky heat
And the westerly gusts
The timber was snap-dry
The sound of panicked birds
Sirens shrieking
Only to vanish
He sat transfixed
He sat transfixed
In awe of the fire's pull
Dangerous and random
Covert psychosexual
He would wait, until
The following day to return to
The scene of his crime
To return to
The scene
Of his crime
To return to
The scene
The scene of his crime
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A deputation of hi-vis vests
Cascading from the station steps
The sunlight clawing through the fields
Penetrate the arbour shields
One more day of ducks and drakes
Creeping vines, sleeping snakes
Vigilant from coffee hits
The luxury of bovine bliss
Planets in motion float on the breeze
Clouds in the heavens, gold and cerise
Planets in motion float on the breeze
Clouds in the heavens, gold and cerise
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Orpheus Lamrock
04:26
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Eggs Will Roll
02:11
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Got lucky clinging on by my fingernails
Kept my composure through the sudden gales
We've shared some laughs, although we've
Never crossed paths
The sun is sinking on the Broad Walk
Make mine a cold one
Always a cold one
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She threads a needle, he shuffles cards
While their children kick a ball across the yard
They'll watch a movie they've seen before
Maybe rearrange the pictures on the walls
While the hunters scan the tundra for moose
He leaves the meeting with shattered hope
Enters the bathroom, there is no soap
His world's unravelling it's hardly fair
All these frustrations, so much to bear
While the hunters scan the tundra for moose
She's caught in traffic, she's late again
This age of roadworks will bring her to her end
There's no reception that's nothing new
There's now a deadline attached to all we do
While the hunters scan the tundra for moose
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Splotch
04:06
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Watch him fall
Plummet like a stonefish
Out of control
Spinning in a dervish
Relegated
To the corner of irrelevance
Far away from any essence
Of benevolence
An embarrassment on the world stage
A squeaky wheel clogging up the front page
Beat your chest, rattle your cage
A welded-on relic from a bygone age
A bygone age
Carried by an angry wave
Of nuts and a Bolt
Cannot find solutions but
It's never his fault
An embarrassment on the world stage
A squeaky wheel clogging up the front page
Beat your chest, rattle your cage
A welded-on relic from a bygone age
A bygone age
A head-on collision ain't pretty to watch
A crisp white shirt with a shoulder blade splotch
So get on your bike and head for the sunset
Get on your bike and ride
Get on your bike and don't stop pedalling
Get on your bike and ride
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Mundane
06:58
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What's on offer?
Yet more chaos and upheaval
Drama unanticipated
Lingering uncertainty
Pleading for resolution
All this time a thirst for action
Opens up to be
A desire for the tedious
Predictable
Pedestrian
Domain of the mundane
The domain
Of the mundane
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FRET Sydney, Australia
Fret: Sydney's finest undiscovered band.
Involuntary recluses, empathic outlaws, FRET brings a tangerine scent to the
Sydney undergrowth. From the lower Mountains to the rolling waves and north to the Hunter. From the King's X Coke sign to the village of Marricks, the dust settles in an Inner West full-body shuffle. Indie rock / post-punk seduction. Beguiling as the falling leaves.
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