1. |
Tape Hiss
03:47
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Pale, hot room
Eyes are glued
Flies on the sill
Brow pulled through
Quarter to noon
I miss you
Clothes are a clue
Li-lo moon
You were my only rudder hold
Meander over past in cold
New watermark upon the cold
You were my only party hold
Don’t want no pedal for the mole
Don’t want no carnival of coal
Don’t follow,
Stop you at the toll
Don’t follow,
Found another hole
Anull
A float, a toll, a carnival
I fold
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2. |
Must Have Been A Bus
03:18
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Did you risk a taste
When yr’ arm made it round a neck
How to make a detour spike
Conversation alibi
On a frosty steet
And a deal gone down
On a knee
Gee you risk those jeans
The poor punk that came after me
Blueprint is laid on the ground
Settled on the roof of the mouth
Hair-clip for a key
And a deal gone down
On a knee
The poor punk that came after me,
Deal gone down,
On one knee
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3. |
Break down tales
03:14
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Gnaw my brain on bone
Bear-pit for a home
No more clues by the unlock tone,
And the handbag thrown,
No…
Bone on bone for a cardiac groan
You’re a shutter blown
You’re your mother’s clone
Falling dream, you groan
Kick kick kick, denting the car, a pro
Left in a towel covered in foam
Dance in a puddle
On a Sunday drone
Shrubbery breaks a window fall
Did yr’ tablet moan?
No…
I wanna know,
Were you really alone?
Were you really on loan?
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4. |
Eleven Steps
02:43
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Back in ‘01
When crumbs would dance
On twiddled thumbs
I searched for it
It came to none
But boy it’s changed
The bus stop hum
Below the frame
We’re not OK
We’re not insane
Just gum bark grey
It can’t be weighed
With what’s arranged
Your creams and grains
The sink it stains
It’s all estranged
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5. |
Ten Steps
03:25
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Wall, a wall, a wall around a hole,
Wrote, I wrote, I wrote, “Oh no, no, no”
Cold, a scold, you fold, I’m none and one
Bowl, a cold, yr’ note, the door open
No more known, no more known
Normal none, we’re wrung,
A bed and a railroad, ten steps, no more known
No more known, no more known
Normal none, we’re wrung,
We fall through the rotting bottom rung,
We fall through the rotting bottom rung,
We fall through the rung
No more known,
Did you go home?
How did all the petals fall around,
Mapping out my poem,
Place to pour my bones,
My bones have sewn,
Many up, many alone,
Better off not knowing,
Better off not knowing,
Better off not knowing
No more known, no more known
Normal none, I’m done
A bed and a railroad, ten steps
No more normal, none
No more known, no more known
Normal none, I’m done,
Or was it the 501, you’re done,
Or was it you called someone?
No more known, no more known
Normal none, we’re wrung,
We dropped through the rotting bottom rung,
You dropped through the rotting rung
No more known, no more known
Normal none, we’re wrung,
You dropped through the rotting bottom rung
You dropped through the rotting bottom rung
You dropped through the rung
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6. |
Belly full of freeway
04:14
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Better off I undid a dead bouquet
Belly full of freeway under me
Hiding under rung beat, upbeat
Buried down among feet, frightened air
Breathalyser, smoke rings, pulling pins
Dropping leaves and barking, party flings
Browbeaten, punchy, three piece pain
Curtains thrown out and in, lying tamed
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
How’ve you been?
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7. |
No High
03:16
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Jumped Fence,
Follows, cracked tin,
Down to, hollow Sheds,
Sun in, moonlit,
Jacked Up
No High
Nailbite
Rotting Posts,
Settle your ghost
Hollow steps, hat rack,
Missing coat,
Jacked up
No High
Nailbite
A note drop, a known drop
A known drop, a known drop
Her name dropped, a known drop
Her face dropped
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8. |
ghost f
03:40
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(On) My own, my own, my own
I won’t, I won’t, I won’t
Atone, atone, atone
Alone, alone, alone
Outflanked, out-flawed, out-blued (I’m told about, I’m told about)
Outflanked, out-flawed, out-blued (A grain of doubt, a grain of doubt)
Outflanked, out-flawed, out-blued
(On) My own, my own, my own
I won’t, I won’t, I won’t
Atone, atone, atone
Alone, alone, alone
Outflanked, out-flawed, out-blued (I’m told about, I’m told about)
Outflanked, out-flawed, out-blued (A grain of doubt, a grain of doubt)
Outflanked, out-flawed, out-blued
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9. |
Smoking Water
04:49
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Mellow medicine
Mellow medicine
Melee Medicine
Memory magnet
And panic in the tiles,
And light it flickers eyes
And man it took a while,
To see what she’d done
I know you’re canned,
But say you’re OK
Fall on at dusk,
One foot in the drain
Whether to go?
You look away,
Mannequins cry,
We’re out of date
Falling out of doze
Knuckles gripping holes
Last night for bed-clothes
Powder on the nose
We’ll live, I suppose
We’ll live on in dust
And cope on the run
One cube will help out
We’ll see who we can
I christen the sand
Unlit ones in rows
We’ve learnt all we can
In the one bow
Oh learn to howl
And dig in the sand
We’ll pull on the reigns
And smoke all we can
Teeth in a row
Buildings in glow
Should never have asked
Her name was a cloak
They say it in code
It makes quite a no…
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10. |
Branches
03:08
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You held it by the hand
You held it anyway
You held it to the light
Just like
Like the wing dot on butterfly
Under veins and all
Under sinewy cries
My hands they were a brace
(In a nutshell, lies)
It tethered to you like lace
(Oh, but I can’t bite back)
I held it in any case
(Barely held)
I held you in any haze
(On the moss)
There were generous skies
(Feet were lost)
And a crowd full of sighs
(Under oath)
We’ll take out the trash
(Over us)
Cause the tracks don’t hide
Aim for the new western line
Know what I know cause I’m clean
Held it all over a hearth
Fell where I could, to my knees
You held it by the hand
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11. |
Rudder On The Rail
04:45
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We’re in the middle
Of climbing at the walls
Shoes in a riddle
Strewn on the floor
I’ve done a little
Writing on the wall
Talk became brittle
Swallowing the swords
Brain won’t be lit
Borrowing the chords
Rudder on the rail
Brick to tie your flaws
Crying in a puddle
Lying on the lawn
The cops weren’t laughing
They hit like crabbing oars
Rudder on the rail
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Kid Cornered and the Ice Chest Orchestra Blue Mountains, Australia
Kid Cornered is the work of Matthew J Toohey. Having played in a number of different bands - El Mopa, The Woods Themselves, Browning, Via Tania - he has released six albums under the Kid Cornered/Ice Chest Orchestra moniker. Mining the territory of the sad melody and off-kilter guitar, Toohey's songs are dreamy excursions into lost souls and lost love. ... more
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