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Black Slander (LP)

by FRET

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1.
Still 04:42
The morning sky is heavy From the scent of last night’s fire Clouds open Bird sounds never tire Cobwebs glisten, with dew In the soft light The mist in the valley Is a blanket of white This could be home to me This could be home to me Home to me Home to me Still
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There’s a storm collecting out on the motorway The storm I think we were meant to have yesterday Lightning carves the sky into sections Birds take off in all directions Against artificial time I race Consumed by yearning, touch and taste It’s a wild wet wintry night But everything will be alright Seven minutes to Enmore I have everything that I could ever wish for Seven minutes to Enmore As I turn the key in the lock of the front door Seven minutes to Enmore Windscreen wipers are gathering pace The chassis of the car throbs with the bass Each red light on Parramatta Road Impedes me with some hidden code She’s waiting on a green settee An adjacent space reserved for me It’s a wild wet wintry night But everything will be alright Seven minutes to Enmore I have everything that I could ever wish for Seven minutes to Enmore As I turn the key in the lock of the front door Seven minutes to Enmore I have all I need but then I always want more Seven minutes to Enmore Seven minutes to Enmore I have everything that I could ever wish for Seven minutes to Enmore As I turn the key in the lock of the front door Seven minutes to Enmore I have all I need but then I always want more Seven minutes to Enmore I want to crawl inside and feel my fervour soar Seven minutes to Enmore............
4.
Coffee Bean 02:52
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7.
Spinifex 05:32
Waiting for a dial tone In an ashen bed of wishbones There’s an eerie aura to this field As though the fate of someone has been sealed A secret grove of curse and hex Wading through the knee high spinifex Dragging lakes and dental checks Deep in the knee high spinifex Undetected side effects Rushing through the knee high spinifex
8.
Toyboy 01:46
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Kill for a coffee..... Slights unspoken looks could kill Languishing in Nowheresville Kill for a coffee..... Caught between the major towns I could be sleeping on the ground Kill for a coffee..... Thunder rolls across the ridge The river swells above the bridge Kill for a coffee..... Help arrives for my withdrawal We’re driving through a raging squall Kill for a coffee..... Town approaching I can’t tell My head is pounding I’m not well Kill for a coffee..... His driving style elicits doubt I grab the wheel and force him out Speeding through the driving rain I feel I’m in control again Kill for a coffee.....
10.
I like brazen hussies I like brazen hussies Emerging from a volley of smoke rings Silver boa and that lip gloss icing I like brazen hussies When our two worlds collide I’m tingling inside I’m suitably intrigued But man she’s so out of my league I like brazen hussies I like brazen hussies With their bubblebutts straining in the latex Circumnavigating bag checks I like brazen hussies When our two worlds collide I’m tingling inside I’m suitably intrigued But man she’s so out of my league I like brazen hussies I like brazen hussies
11.
Everybody needs a gun Everybody needs a weapon of destruction The deal is done By design or by instruction Or so I’m told Or so I’m led to believe Or so I’m told Or so I’m led to believe Sleep with the light on lock every door The crime wave is rolling in to the shore Crime is entrenched, self-perpetuating It’s in every street and its good for the ratings A Doberman patrols the yard Surround the house with security guards Its dog eat dog, life is cheap One mad scramble to the top of the heap Only violence can protect us from harm We only want the right, the right to bear arms If we don’t act soon blood could be spilling And out of all this someone’s making a killing Industry of fear (x3) Everybody needs a gun Everybody needs a weapon of destruction The deal is done By design or by instruction Or so I’m told Or so I’m led to believe Or so I’m told Or so I’m led to believe Welcome to a world Where crime never pays Detected and betrayed by DNA Cameras follow every event Clues are caught in wet cement Trust in trust to turn to dust Moral fibre corrodes and rusts Manufactured incursions Justifying coercion If we don’t act soon blood could be spilling And out of all this someone’s making a killing Industry of fear (x3) Guns don’t kill people People kill people And guns kill guns And unicycles kill typewriters It all stands up to reason And its all so perfectly logical Everybody needs a gun Everybody needs a weapon of destruction The deal is done By design or by instruction Everybody needs a gun
12.
Island State 02:10

credits

released November 11, 2009

Mitchell Ward - guitar
Ben Ross - bass
Johnny Singleton - guitar
David 'Snajik' Miller -voice, percussion, keyboard, bass on tracks 1,4,5 and guitar on tracks 1 and 4
Robert Skilton - drums

Recorded and engineered at Bellbird Studios and Sassafras Studios in the winter of 2009.

Mastered by Nick Aronsten.

Cover art - Violet Stokoe-Miller

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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. ... more

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