I feel stupid, I feel useless, I feel insane
I feel toothless, man you’re ruthless, oh…yeah
i go to Loving Hut, i get my hair cut, i feel the same
i feel putrid, i’m getting used to it, these days

you said, “it’s only in your head
they’re probably thinking
the same thing”

i’m bleeding, you’re leaving, i feel strange
you been distant, you seem different than yesterday
everybody hurts, everybody breaks, n everybody fades

we’re gonna tell everyone it’s ok
we’re gonna tell everyone it’s ok

you said, “it’s only in your head
they’re probably thinking
the same thing”

All my clothes in milk crates, I don't sleep for days.

Wait until the letter's red until my bills get paid.

Aw tell me, tell me, tell me, when's it gonna change?

Every morning I feel more useless than before.

Trying hard to see the point in anything at all.

Aw I've been trying, I've been trying really hard.

Pull yourself together.

Pick myself apart.

Nothing lasts for never so be still my bleeding heart.

Aw I've been dreaming, dreaming of a brand new start.

You have a great abundance of axes there to grind.

Remember some people have real problems next time you whine.

Oh hang the washing, hang the washing on the line.

Yeah I've been trying, I've been trying really hard.

Aw tell me, tell me, tell me when's it gonna change.

What time do you usually wake up?
Depends on what time I sleep
Technicolour rainbow horror
Sweet dreams

Keep on rolling on the impulse
Ignore backstage lethargy and
All those obligations lost in
Reverie

You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
Eastern standard open G
Transpacific malady and
Calm is more conducive to the
Remedy

Speckled sunlight on my freckles
Salty water curls my hair
Run the race at your own pace
You'll get there

What comes first - the chorus or the verse?
I'm a bit blocked at the moment
They say the more you learn the less that
You know

You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over

On script every night
Like a well-rehearsed stage show
Wet your lips, it won't take long
To break this old behavior

Wings clipped, no need to fly
What, do you think that you're special?
No reflex, it's just a bend of the elbow
I know it's getting old

Nondescript, every night
Like a well-versed get well card
Barely dressed, and I just might
Take you up on your offer, yeah

I say dance, you say dance.

I say France, you say France.

You’re from Adelaide, I’m from Hobart.

I say Hugh, you say Grant.

I say pot, you say plant.

You’re from Adelaide, I’m from Hobart.

We couldn’t be more contrary if we tried.

Oh, chalk and cheese, we rarely see eye to eye.

I am dumb, you are smart.

We are fifteen years apart.

You’re from Adelaide, I’m from Mars.

I say ooh, you say aah.

I am careful, you like scars.

I like pickles from the jar.

We couldn’t be more contrary if we tried.

Oh, chalk and cheese, we rarely see eye to eye.

I say You, you say Am I.

You like mornings, I like nights.

I’ll love you till the day I die.

You say Christopher, I say Walken.

You love, I love Christopher Walken!!!

I guess at least we have got one thing in common.

do you have any siblings?
i got a brother, Blake, he’s four years older than me
(n i guess he always will be)
yeah he’s clever and he’s got a cool girlfriend (hey Hayley)
aw but wait, now that they’re engaged soooooo
i hope they have kids so i can be a cool aunty

i’m waiting here for you
i’m waiting here for you
what’d you think of the ultimate ending?
i fast forward, get busy pretending that i’ve seen everything.
can i get you anything? a soda? Campari? with lemon? you got it.
i got better things to do than shave my legs, my pits, oh yeh..

i’m waiting here for you
i’m waiting here for you

i’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too..
do you have any siblings?
you got a sister yeh she’s a detective,
well i bet she’s got some good stories.
i gotta go but i hope we can keep in touch
i like very much being here with you
but you see, all this small talk is killin’ me

i’m waiting here for you
i’m waiting here for you
i’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too.. etc

I'm down to three packs a day of Mi Goreng I can't explain it.

Can't wait for you to go away cos i just crave that meagre taste yeah.

Boil it up, water in the saucepan.

In a cup, drink it from a silver spoon.

That MSG tastes good to me, i disagree with all your warnings.

And it can't be true that they use glue to keep the noodles stuck together.

Two minutes seems like a life-time.

Burn my tongue, patience is a virtue.

I'm down to three packs a day,

I sneak away to find a kettle.

I withdraw from all my friends and their dinner plans, I'm sick of lentils.

Boil it up, water in the saucepan.

In a cup, drink it from a silver spoon.

It's no good, it's no good, you say it's no good for you.

Oliver Paul, twenty years old, thick head of hair worries he’s going bald.

Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line.

Breakfast on the run again, he’s well aware he’s dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere.

Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters.

Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand.

He screams “I’m not going to work today! Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late. Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans.”

Headphone wielding to the Nicholas Building, he trips on a pothole that’s not been filled in.

He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side.

Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin.

Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton.

Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts.

She looks him up and down with a Botox frown, he’s well used to that look by now.

The elevator dings, and they awkwardly step in, their fingers touch on the rooftop button… “Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!”

He said, “I think you’re projecting, the way that you’re feeling, I’m not suicidal just idling insignificantly. I come up here, for perception and clarity, I like to imagine I’m playing Sim City. All the people look like ants from up here, and the wind’s the only traffic you can hear”

He said, “All I ever wanted to be was an Elevator Operator can you help me please?!” ... “Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!"

Yknow what they say
No one’s born to hate
We learn it somewhere along the way.

Take your broken heart
Turn it into art
Can’t take it with you, can’t take it with you

(I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know)

Empty bottle blues
Sleepin’ different rooms
Hardly a maverick
Lesser than average

Your vulnerability is stronger than it seems
Yknow it’s okay to have a bad day

(I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know)

Just get this one done, then you can move along
Can’t take it with you, can’t take it with you
Yknow what they say, no one’s born to hate
Getting louder now, getting louder now

I was busy underwater seeing how long I could hold my breath.

A drowning flower caught my eye and I had to come on up for air.

Just because you’re older than me, doesn’t mean you have to be so condescending.

I still see the same things that you see, I’m a little shady on my history.

I am normally pretty forgiving but only if you are.

She’s so easy.

I noticed you stopped talking to me, now you’re talking to me all the time.

Do you know you’re no good at listening?

But you’re really good at saying everything on your mind.

It must be tiring trying so hard, to look like you’re not really trying at all.

I guess if you’re afraid of aiming too high, then you’re not really gonna have too far to fall.

I am normally pretty forgiving but only if you are.

She’s so easy.

Climb aboard the wagon when it comes on through.

Jump up on your horse and tell me how’s the view.

Look over my shoulder when I talk to you.

Where’s the more important person in the room?

In the morning I’m slow. I drag a chair over to the window. And I watch what’s going on. A garbage truck tiptoes along the road. Light a candle for the suffering. Send my best wishes with the wind. All our candles, hopes n prayers, though well-meaning they don’t mean a thing, unless we see some change. I might change my sheets today.

Well time is money and money is no man’s friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I’m not gonna touch ya don’t worry so much about it.

The day begins to shine. The parent teaches the child how to ride the bike wobbles side to side. Two dogs entangle, everybody smiles. The pair across the street; one’s up the ladder and one’s on their knees, painting the faded brick. What’s the point, it looks fine from up here.

Well time is money and money is no man’s friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I’m not gonna touch ya don’t worry so much about it. I’m just waiting for the day to become night.

Next door the kids run amok. The mother screams “don’t you ever shut-up?” And there’s one thing I know; the sun will rise today and tomorrow. We got a long, long way to go.

Well time is money and money is no man’s friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I’m not gonna touch ya don’t worry so much about it. I’m just waiting for the day to become night.

Shine those shoes n mow those lawns, let’s get back to normal. Lay it all on the table, you seem so stable, but you’re just hanging on. Let go that expectation, change the station, find out what out what you want.

I love you I hate you I’m on the fence it all depends whether I’m up I’m down I’m on the mend transcending all reality.

I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through?

I must confess I’ve made a mess of what should be a small success but I digress at least I’ve tried my very best I guess.

This that the other why even bother, it won’t be with me on my death bed, but I’ll still be in your head.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

My internal monologue is saturated analogue, It’s scratched and drifting, I’ve become attached to the idea it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy, I’ve got no idea how I even got here.

I’m resentful I’m having an existential time crisis, what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess.

Underworked and oversexed I must express my disinterest, the rats are back inside my head what would Freud have said?

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide, I dislike this internal diatribe when I try to catch your eye I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.

Erroneous.

Harmonious.

I’m hardly sanctimonious.

Dirty clothes, I suppose, we all outgrow ourselves.

I’m a fake, I’m a phoney, I’m awake, I’m alone, I’m homely, I’m a Scorpio.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

The city looks pretty when you been indoors
For 23 days I’ve ignored all your phone calls.
Everyone’s waiting when you get back home
They don’t know where you been, why you gone so long.
Friends treat you like a stranger and
Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well
Spare a thought for the ones that came before
All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal.

Sometimes I get sad
It’s not all that bad
One day, maybe never
I’ll come around

The city takes pity on your injured soul
N heavenly prose ain’t enough good to fill that hole.
Everyone’s soaked in animosity
It’s vicious in winter, you never say what you mean.
Friends treat you like a stranger and
Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well.
Wakin’ up to another dismal day
You got a ways to go, you oughta be grateful.

Sometimes I get mad
It’s not half as bad
Pull yourself together
N just calm down

I’ll be what you want oh when you want it
But I’ll never be what you need
And the city looks pretty from where I’m standing…

Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re thinking about.

Tell me when you’re finished maybe I’ll come around.

Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground, I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking about.

You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it.

Better off dead than the hell that will become of it.

You have hurt my head but I’m not denying that I did not bring it on myself.

I take pieces of myself from everyone around me.

I’m not individual enough for you.

I replicate the people I admire but at least I’m not bitter and sad.

I may not be 100% happy but at least I’m not with you.

Oh what a day, and congrats on the keys to your place. You’ve escaped the rat race as they say. Now you’re settling in for the stay anyway you got a blank slate to renovate.

Take it all. Yeah you reap what you sow and so it goes. What you put in the ground comes around when you don’t even know what you’re missing at all.

In a daze I can picture you whittling away, with such care with such patience and grace. And I smile when you say that you’ll build me a table one day well, I’d be so grateful.

Sometimes it’s hard, getting lost you say is a fine art. Put the map down and follow the stars. Shall we leave? Are you sure? Let me grab my bag we can sneak out through the side door.

In the dark, are you scared, did you hear those dogs bark? n do you ever wonder what sets you apart? Shine the torch on the path, darling please don’t let go of my arm.

When you sleep, are you warm, can you feel my cold feet? Are you good, are you making ends meet? At the end of the day, you’re awake with your thoughts and I don’t want you to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone, yeah I don’t want you to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone.

I lay awake at four, staring at the wall, counting all the cracks backwards in my best French.

Reminds me of a book I skim read in a surgery, all about palmistry I wonder what’s in store for me.

I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms and the cracks are representative of what is going on.

I lose a breath, my love line seems entwined with death (could be a spider web)…I’m thinking of you too.

I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling.

It’s a kind of off-white, maybe it’s a cream.

There’s oily residue seeping from the kitchen, it’s art-deco-necromantic-chic all the dinner plates are kitsch with Irish wolf-hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks, I think I’m hungry…I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too. I’m thinking of you too. I’m thinking of you.

Wondering what you’re doing, what you’re listening to, which quarter of the moon you’re viewing from the bedroom.

Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies, swimming at the pool…I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you.

At the end of every season I’m spent up
Keep thinking this will be the one.
Hesitation lingers till I’m unreasonable
As if you care, I know you got your own stuff going on

You must be having so much fun
Everything’s amazing
So subservient I make myself sick
Are you listening?

Can’t we talk about it once we’ve slept?
When can we, yeah can we, work it out?
Meditation just makes you more strung out
I wish you had a guru to tell you to let it go, let it go

You must be having so much fun
Everything’s amazing
So subservient I make myself sick
Are you listening?

You don’t have to pretend you’re not scared
Everyone else is just as terrified as you.
Medication just makes you more upset
I bet you got a lot to prove I know you’re still the same

You must be having so much fun
Everything’s amazing
So subservient I make myself sick
Are you listening?

I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste.

It’s a monday, it’s so mundane, what exciting things will happen today?

The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab.

We should ammend that, I pull the sheets back, it’s 40 degrees and i feel like i’m dying.

Life’s getting hard in here so i do some gardening.

Anything to take my mind away from where it’s sposed to be.

The nice lady next door talks of green beds and all the nice things that she wants to plant in them.

I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.

Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.

I feel pro-active, i pull out weeds, all of a sudden I’m having trouble breathing in.

My hands are shaky, my knees are weak, I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet.

I’m breathing but i’m wheezing, feel like i’m emphysem-in’.

My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix and kerosene and oh no, next thing i know they call up triple o.

I’d rather die than owe the hospital till I get old.

I get adrenalin straight to the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start.

Reminds me of the time when i was really sick and i had too much psuedoefedryn and i couldn’t sleep at night.

Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent, he’s probably wondering what i’m doing getting in an ambulance.

The paramedic thinks i’m clever cos i play guitar.

I think she’s clever cos she stops people dying.

Anaphylactic and super hypo-condriactic, should’ve stayed in bed today I much prefer the mundane.

I take a hit from an asthma puffer.

I do it wrong.

I was never good at smoking bongs.

I’m not that good at breathing in.

Here’s the thing, can’t stop thinking about you.
Yeah I’m writing, it’s the only thing that I know how to do.

I don’t know what to say, you’re far away, I don’t wanna be annoying.
I don’t know what to say, you’re so far away, and I feel insecure.

The windowsill, is momentarily filled with sun.
N it’s these small thrills, that get me through the day until the next one.

And I’m not afraid of heights maybe I’m just scared of falling.
And I’m not afraid of heights maybe I’m just scared of falling.

I’m your man, mysterious at your command.
And it’s understandable, that you’re in such high demand, it’s true.

I don’t know what to do, looking like I’ll never leave this room again.
I don’t know what to do, gonna write this letter to you that I’ll never send.

I stare at the lawn it’s Wednesday morning, it needs a cut but I’ll leave it growing.

All different sizes and all shades of green, slashing it down just seems kinda mean.

In a way it’s a shame you get away thinking it’s just a game.

Who am I to deny myself a pawn for you to use? At the end of the day it’s a pain that I keep seeing your name but I’m sure it’s a bore being you.

I don’t know quite who I am oh but man I am trying.

I make mistakes until I get it right.

An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye, I don’t agree with that why can’t we just talk nice?

Oh the calamity I wanna go to sleep for an eternity…who am I to deny myself a pawn?

Oh the humanity I wanna disappear into obscurity…but I’m sure it’s a bore being you.

I don’t know quite who I am oh but man I am trying.

I make mistakes until I get it right.

An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye, I used to hate myself but now I think I’m alright.

I don’t know quite who I am oh but man I am trying.

I make mistakes until I get it right.

An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye, I dreamed I stabbed you with a coat hanger wire.

I don’t know a lot about you but
You seem to know a lot about me so
I take a little time out, I take a little time out

I’m sorry that I lost my patience
You deserve better it’s true
I need a little time out
I need a little time out
From me
And you

Open up your insides show us
Your inner most lecherous
I’ll rip it out carefully
I promise you won’t feel a thing

Everybody wants to have their say
Forever waiting for some car crash
I need a little time out
I need a little time out
From me
And you

Shave your head to see how it feels
Emotionally it’s not that different
But to the hand it’s beautiful
(Yeah to the hand it’s beautiful)

You seem to have the weight of the world
Upon your bony shoulders well hold on
You need a little time out
You need a little time out
From you
And me

I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets but luckily i left the heater on.

And in my dreams i wrote the best song that i’ve ever written…can’t remember how it goes.

I stayed drunk and fell awake and i was cycling on a plane and far away i heard you say you liked me.

We drifted to a party – cool.

The people went to arty school.

They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade.

In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name.

I found an Ezra Pound and made a bet that if i found a cigarette i’d drop it all and marry you.

Just then a song comes on: “you can’t always get what you want” – the Rolling Stones, oh woe is we, the irony!

The stones became the moss and once all inhibitions lost, the hipsters made a mission to the farm.

We drove by tractor there, the yellow straw replaced our hair, we laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth.

In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name.

You said “we only live once” so we touched a little tongue, and instantly i wanted to…I lost my train of thought and jumped aboard the Epping as the doors were slowly closing on the world.

I touched on and off and rubbed my arm up against yours and still the inspector inspected me.

The lady in the roof was living proof that nothing really ever is exactly as it seems.

In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name.

We caught the river boat downstream and ended up beside a team of angry footballers.

I fed the ducks some krill then we were sucked against our will into the welcome doors of the casino.

We drank green margaritas, danced with sweet senoritas, and we all went home as winners of a kind.

You said “i guarantee we’ll have more fun, drink till the moon becomes the sun, and in the taxi home i’ll sing you a Triffids song!”

In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name.

Before you gotta go, go, go, go; I wanted you to know, know, know, know; you’re always on my mind, you’re always on my mind. If something were to happen my dear, I wouldn’t want the last words you hear, to be unkind, to be unkind.

We got angry, said some careless things, who was wrong remains unclear.
Pride like poison. Always keeping score. You don’t have to slam the door.

Before you gotta go, go, go, go; I wanted you to know, know, know, know; you’re always on my mind, you’re always on my mind. If something were to happen my dear, I wouldn’t want the last words you hear, to be unkind, to be unkind.

Don’t you know I’m not your enemy, maybe let’s cut out caffeine.
Tomorrow’s too late to reminisce, call me when you get this.

Before you gotta go, go, go, go; I wanted you to know, know, know, know; you’re always on my mind, you’re always on my mind. If something were to happen my dear, I wouldn’t want the last words you hear, to be unkind, to be unkind.

Money down the drain,
Funny how things change,
You got to get away,
Yeah I know and I don’t blame you.

You said we should look out further, I guess it wouldn’t hurt us.

We don’t have to be around all these coffee shops.

Now we’ve got that percolator, never made a latte greater.

I’m saving twenty-three dollars a week.

We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arresting a man with his hand in a bag.

How’s that for first impressions? This place seems depressing.

It’s a “Californian bungalow in a cul-de-sac”.

It’s got a lovely garden, a garage for two cars to park in (“or a lot of room for storage if you’ve just got one”).

And it’s going pretty cheap you say? “Well it’s a deceased estate….aren’t the pressed metal ceilings great?”

Then I see the handrails in the shower, a collection of those canisters for coffee, tea and flour, and a photo of a young man in a van in Vietnam.

And I can’t think of floorboards anymore, whether the front room faces south or north, and I wonder what she bought it for.

(If you’ve got a spare half a million, you should knock it down and start rebuilding)

Don’t you have anything better to do
I wish that someone would hug you
Must be lonely
Being angry
Feeling over-looked.
You sit alone at home in the darkness
With all the pent-up rage that you harness
I’m real sorry
Bout whatever happened to you

I wanna walk through the park in the dark
Men are scared that women will laugh at them
I wanna walk through the park in the dark
Women are scared that men will kill them
I hold my keys
Between my fingers

He said “I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup
And spit out better words than you”
But you didn’t
Man you’re kidding yourself if you think
The world revolves around you
Yknow you got lots to give
N so many options
I’m real sorry
Bout whatever happened to you

I wanna walk through the park in the dark
Men are scared that women will laugh at them
I wanna walk through the park in the dark
Women are scared that men will kill them

I hold my keys
Between my fingers
Go on tell me
You’re just kidding
He said, she said
Nameless, faceless

If you see me when I’m feeling down, I don’t know if I want you around.

Don’t want you around…I don’t really like any of your friends, but it’s not that hard for me to pretend.

Hard to pretend…Come on Davey, let’s go plant a tree.

You bring the spade, I’ll bring the seeds. I’ll bring the seeds…

You been around the world looking for the perfect girl turns out she was just livin down the street, livin down the street. When you got the time can I get you on the line? I want you to tell me everything, tell me everything. I never seen you so happy.

The trees are turning green n this springtime lethargy is kinda forcing you to see flowers in the weeds. When you got the time can I get you on the line? I want you to tell me everything, tell me everything. I never seen you so happy

I hear all your fears and they are understandable my friend. Why don’t you let go of those ideas, they’re never gonna serve you in the end.

I saw you in the lane next to me.

You were doing free-style.

Then you switched it around to a little bit of backstroke.

I couldn’t see underneath your swimming cap but it appeared that you had dark coloured hair; maybe it was blonde for all I know.

I had goggles on.

They were getting foggy.

I much prefer swimming to jogging.

I tried my very best to impress you, held my breath longer than I normally do.

I was getting dizzy.

My hair was wet n frizzy.

Felt my muscles burn, I took a tumble-turn for the worse (it’s a curse my lack of athleticism).

Sunk like a stone.

Like a first owners home loan.

When I came to, you and your towel were gone.

I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
I hear you mutter, under your breath
Put up or shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change

I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
d-did I stutter, a little bit
sit down n shut up, it’s all the same
it’s all the same, never change, never change

I get most self-defensive
When I know I’m wrong
Think we all can agree
I try my best to be patient
But I can only put up with so much shit

I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
I hear you mutter, under your breath
Put up or shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change

Let’s start an anonymous club, we can sit close in the dark.

Come round to mine, we can swap clothes and drink wine all night.

Turn your phone off friend, you’re amongst friends and we don’t need no interruptions.

Leave your shoes at the door, along with your troubles.

Let’s start an anonymous club, I’ll make us name badges with question marks.

Come round to mine, we can swap clothes and drink wine all night.

Turn your phone off friend, you’re amongst friends and we don’t need no interruptions.

Leave your shoes at the door, along with your troubles.

Thank you for cooking for me, I had a really nice evening, just you and me.

Take it day by day, you gotta put
One foot in front of the other
You’ll get what you want,
I promise, but don’t give up just yet,
Maybe tomorra
Could be time well spent, reflecting,
On all the little things you keep projecting,
On everybody that you’re so obsessed with
Take a look at yourself

Tuesday night I’m checking in
Just to see how you’re going
Are you good are you eating
I’ll call you back next week

Don’t stick that knife in the toaster
Baby life is like a rollercoaster
And there’s nothing wrong with getting older
Keep one eye on the prize.
Don’t give up just yet, you got it.
Don’t worry your pretty little head,
Soon you’ll be in bed
Oh what a long, long day it’s been.

Tuesday night I’m checking in
Just to see how you’re going
Are you good are you eating
I’ll call you back next week

Jen insists that we buy organic vegetables and I must admit that I was a little skeptical at first; a little pesticide can’t hurt?

Never having too much money I get the cheap stuff at the supermarket, but they’re all pumped up with shit, a friend told me that they stick nicotine in the apples.

If you can’t see me I can’t see you.

Heading down the Highway Hume somewhere at the end of June.

Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders.

A possum Jackson Pollock is painted on the tar.

Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us, my hay-fever is turning up, just swerved into a passing truck.

Big business overtaking, without indicating; he passes on the right, been driving through the night to bring us the best price.

If you can’t see me I can’t see you.

More people die on the road than they do in the ocean, maybe we should mull over culling cars instead of sharks (or just lock them up in parks where we can go and view them).

There’s a bypass over Holbrook now, paid for with burgers no doubt, I’ve lost count of all the cows.

There’ll be no salad sandwiches. The law of averages says we’ll stop in the next town where petrol price is down (what do I know anyhow?) If you can’t see me I can’t see you.

Yeah they say whoever pays
The piper calls the tune
Let’s avoid the truth
Make you all feel special

Your desperation stinks
I can smell it on your breath
A certain absolut anosmic
Got yourself to blame for this

(Tell me how you really feel)

I don’t know, I don’t know anything
I don’t owe, I don’t owe anything

Your opinion means a lot
Well tell me what’s the use?
I never feel as stupid
As when I’m around you

And indecision rots
Like a bag of last weeks meat
And I guess it’s hard to keep
Everybody happy

(Tell me how you really feel)

I don’t know, I don’t know anything
I don’t owe, I don’t owe anything

I masturbated to the songs you wrote.

Resuscitated all of my hopes.

It felt wrong but it didn’t take too long.

Much appreciated are your songs.

Doesn’t mean I like you man.

It just helps me get to sleep.

And it’s cheaper than Temazepam.

I under-estimated your intelligence.

A little bit of weed mixed with some sentiment.

Over-rated films marked ‘XXX’ Come on play it with some tenderness.

Stars in the sky, are gonna die, eventually it’s fine.
Just like a lonely satellite, drifting for a little while.
If I don’t hear from you tonight, if I don’t hear from you tonight.

And it’s so quiet outside, with this curfew lullaby.
Is now an okay time to, tell you that I like you?
I wait for your reply, wait for your reply.
If I don’t hear from you tonight, if I don’t hear from you tonight.

And I swear i’ll never mention, this ever again.
But now that I got your attention, I don’t wanna bore the brains outta your head.

All my fears collided, when our mutual friend confided in me that
There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that it’s requited.
I read my bible left to right,
I fantasise I’m by your side.
I lay awake and wonder why,
I pray for rain and angels cry.
If I don’t hear from you tonight, if I don’t hear from you tonight.

Babe I need reminding, I got feelings too.
And I tried my best to hide them, but I don’t wanna hide anything from you.

Stars in the sky, are gonna die, eventually it’s fine.
Yknow that every morning I’m rising with you on my mind.
If loving you’s a crime, then gimme those front page headlines,
across the country and worldwide, singing I won’t give up this time.

If I don’t hear from you tonight,
I know you probably closed your eyes,
And everything will be alright,
If I don’t hear from you tonight,
If I don’t hear from you tonight,
If I don’t hear from you tonight,
If I don’t hear from you tonight.

You always get what you want and you don’t even try.

Your friends hate it when it’s always going your way, but I’m glad that you’ve that got luck on your side.

You’re saying definitely maybe.

I’m saying probably no.

You say you’ll sleep when you’re dead, I’m scared i’ll die in my sleep, I guess that’s not a bad way to go.

I wanna go out but I wanna stay home.

Why you so eager to please? I wear my heart on my sleeve.

Gets harder in the winter, gotta be a fake or shiver, It takes a great deal out of me.

Yes I like hearing your stories, but I’ve heard them all before.

I’d rather stay in bed, with the rain over my head, than have to pick my brain up off of the floor.

I wanna go out but I wanna stay home.

Darkness depends on where you’re standing
Jump the creek n watch the sunshine swim
You found inner peace in the inner north-east.
Got a momentary bend
Gimme dreams up-stream
Lower Dantian screaming

You got a lot on your plate
Don’t let it go to waste
Humble but hungry
Need validation

You catch the moon so carefully
Breath out, breath in
This tiger claw gets patient
Pull back n release.
The sign on the shelf says
“Please help your self”
Won’t you tell me something new
You’re in tune with who surrounds you

You got a lot on your plate
Don’t let it go to waste
Humble but hungry
Need validation

You got a lot on your mind
You know that half the time
It’s only half as true
Don’t let it swallow you

Are you working hard my darling, we’re so worried, always thinking of you and we just want you to be so happy, keep on going.

I don’t want no 9 to 5, telling me that I’m alive and ‘Man, you’re doing well!’

Have you got some money saved up for those rainy days?

You should start some sort of trust fund just incase you fail.

My friends play in bands, they are better than everything on radio.

Did you see that special on TV the other eve?

No my TV, it stopped working when we got here (it’s been four years).

Are you eating? You sound so thin.

I don’t know what I was thinking, I should get a job.

I don’t know what I was drinking, I should get a dog.

Should get married, have some babies, watch the evening news.

Nobody knows, why we keep trying, why we keep trying.
And so on it goes, I’m looking forward to the next letter that I’m gonna get from you.

A baby is born, as a man lay dying, as a man lay dying.
And so on it goes, I’m looking forward to the next letter that I’m gonna get from you.

Sit beside me, watch the world burn, we’ll never learn we don’t deserve nice things.
And we’ll scream, self-righteously, we did our best but what does that even mean.

I’m walking around, walking around.
With my head down, my head down.
I’m pushing away, I’m pushing away.
Yeah I’m pushing away, pushing away.

Tell me when you’re getting bored and I’ll leave.

I’m not the one who put the chain around your feet.

I’m sorry for all of my insecurities, but it’s just part of me.

Envy is thin because it bites but never eats.

That’s what a nice old Spanish lady once told me.

Hey Debbie Downer turn that frown upside down and just be happy.

I don’t ask too much of you, it’s true, and I can’t read your mind.

Don’t stop listening I’m not finished yet.

I’m not fishing for your compliments.

I’m growing older every time I blink my eyes.

Boring, neurotic everything that I despise.

We had some lows we had some mids we had some highs.

Sell me all your golden rules and I’ll see if that’s the kind of person that I want to be.

If I’m not happy I’ll be glad I kept receipts.

I won’t ask too much of you, I used to wonder what to wear.

Don’t stop listening I’m not finished yet, I’m not fishing for your compliments.

Before we get started I’ll clean this up
No use drinkin’ from a leakin’ cup
Yknow what I mean?
Not really it seems

N when we get going’ we’ll keep it sane
Change is as good as a holiday
I’m not claimin’ I’m some patron saint

Say what you want
Don’t got a lot
Oh but what I got
I’d give
It all away

Walkin’ on eggshells gets tiring
Pullin’ teeth, white knucklin’
N I don’t wanna hurt your feelings
So I say nothing

Sorta self-rightous my heart of gold
Just sit back, do what you’re told
If you spot it you got it
Well maybe I got it too

(and it goes, and it goes, yeah it goes away…
say what you mean to say)

Say what you want
Don’t got a lot
Oh but what I got
I’d give
It all away

Say what you want
Don’t got a lot
Oh but what you got
You’d throw
It all away

In my wallet is a photo of you.

The day we split I ripped it in two.

Stuck it back together with glue.

Tear my posters down from the wall.

Don’t wanna worship no dead heroes.

Everything I owned I sold.

I got lost somewhere between here and there, I’m not sure what the town was called.

In my pocket is a bottle of blue.

Drink it when I’m feeling misconstrued.

Don’t like the taste but I like the overview.

I made a lot of money in my days.

Spent it all on the current craze.

I don’t see no need to save.

I got lost somewhere between here and there, I’m not sure what the town was called.

I say, why are you always leaving me?
You say, you’re the one leaving me.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no,
oh no I am really gonna miss you.
Really gonna miss you.

Remember when we watched that sunset?
Deep in the desert, on the cliff edge.
Some day, so soon, I’ll be seeing you
I’ll be seeing you.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no,
oh no I am really gonna miss you.
Really gonna miss you.

Watermarks on the ceiling.

I can see Jesus and he’s frowning at me.

I see a dead seal on the beach.

The old man says he’s “already saved it three times this week. Guess it just wants to die?

I would wanna die too (he said) "With people putting oil into my air but to be fair I’ve done my share guess everybody’s got their different point of view.”

I was driving down sun set strip (Phillip Island, not Los Angeles) Got me some hot chips and a cool drink, took a sandy seat on the shore.

There’s a paper on the ground, it makes my headache quite profound as I read it out aloud (It said) “The Great Barrier Reef it ain’t so great anymore, It’s been raped beyond belief, the dredgers treat it like a whore.”

Drank till I was sinking, sank till I was thinking, that I’m thankful for this view.

Drank till I was sinking, sank till I was thinking, that I’m thankful for this view.

We either think that we’re invincible or that we are invisible but realistically we’re somewhere in between.

We all think that we are nobody but everybody is somebody else’s somebody.

Don’t ask me what I really mean, I am just a reflection of what you really wanna see so take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

So take what you want from me.

Satellites on the ceiling, I can Jesus and she’s smiling at me.

All I wanna say is…

Don’t come with your arms swinging
Throw them around me
Some kind of sweet relief
I hope you never leave
It’s all the same to me

Just bring yourself
You know your presence is
Present enough
I got a front row seat
It’s all the same to me

I spend a lotta my time
Doin’ a whole lotta nothing
I know you’re doin’ your best
I think you’re doin’ just fine

I know it’s been a long week
And now you’re takin’ your time
Some kindness goes around
Some kinda backfires
It’s all the same to me

Ignore that voice
It puts you down
You make your choice
I’m here for you

It’s all the same to me
I got a lot on my mind
But I dunno how to say it
I know you’re doin’ your best
I think you’re doin’ just fine

Keep on keepin’ on yknow you’re not alone
And I know all your stories but I’ll listen to them again
And if you move away yknow I’ll miss your face
It’s all the same to me yknow it’s all the same to me

I walk slowly to the store, you don't live here anymore
You used to live round the corner (cigarettes and alcohol)

Last week I turned twenty-four, you don't call me anymore
We used to speak every morning I was sleeping on the floor

I still get the mail for you, I leave it at the door
Every letter seems a warning, pay your rego by the fourth

Monday morning laundry or coffee on the garden wall
You're good 'cause you're never boring, you should probably call me more

Oh the night, goes so slowly,
anytime, I get low.
And I don’t really need reminding,
I know it’s only in my mind.

And you say that’s show biz baby.
Nothing ever stays the same.
But I’m the same kid, always laughing
At your jokes the same old way.

Sorry that I been slow yknow it takes a little,
Time for me to show, how I
Really feel. Won’t you meet me somewhere in the middle
On our own time-zone.

And the days seem so familiar
Like a film ya never seen.
Yet you still get that strange nostalgia
In the sentimental scenes.

Sorry that I been slow yknow it takes a little,
Time for me to show, how I
Really feel. Won’t you meet me somewhere in the middle
On our own time-zone.

Oh the night, goes so slowly,
anytime, I get low.
And I don’t really need reminding,
I know it’s only in my mind.

I know that I let you down.

You’re not keen on what you found.

When’s the funeral, do you want me to come?

I’m not what you’re looking for.

My house has an open door.

You need a lock and a key.

I love all of your ideas.

You love the idea of me.

Lover I’ve got no idea.

Lover I’ve got no idea.

Lover I’ve got no idea.

How was your day?

Mine was OK.

Worked my fingers down to the bone.

How about you, what did you do?

Spent my whole night dreaming of you.

Like a Christmas tree on Boxing Day: thrown away.

Why don't you feel for me anymore?

I'm feeling fine, except the times I'm not.

Why you so calm? I wanna shout.

I wanna rip my goddamn throat out.

Like a Christmas tree on Boxing Day: thrown away.

Why don't you feel for me anymore?

We're just like two icebergs in climate change: drifting away.

Why do you feel for me anyway?

I found you at the store, pretty as porcelain.

You are worth so much more, than what you’re going for.

Don’t let them handle you, you better start praying.

That ain’t no way to be, I got a colour TV.

I’ll listen a thousand times, you can repeat yourself.

If it helps clear your mind, it’s just another night.

Call me when you are done, I’ll count my tickets up.

No need to feel so low, you’re just as low as you could go.

I sing high, you sing low.

I swing by, and you’re not home.

Oh, oh, O-detta won’t you come home.

I sing plain, you sing pretty.

Everything you say sounds easy.

Oh, oh, O-detta won’t you come home.