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Come Undone
02:51
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While I was losing my mind
I lost my backbone
I threw caution into a cyclone and was back at square one
You were a slow burner
By my standards, anyway
But you blew them all away never to be outdone
Meticulous plans, torn apart by your gentle hands
Exposed as dreams deferred
And with the undoing of me came such terrible clarity
And so I went back on my own word
My life’s come undone
My halcyon days
Now lay before me
And they offer themselves eagerly
I’m a loaded gun
While I was losing my mind
I lost my backbone
I threw caution into a cyclone
I threw caution into a cyclone
I threw caution into a cyclone
My life’s come undone
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2. |
Nobody's Business
04:08
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The sky’s exploding with purple hues
Like a fresh bruise
It’s out, it’s out, it’s out with the old
And in with the blues
I need to make some fast cash
Maybe I’ll sell my wedding dress
It’s hard getting used to being
Nobody’s business
And in my mind, there’s a murderous din
But without, all looks calm within
And I brought guns to a shit fight
Now I hope you’re gonna be alright
Hope you’re gonna be alright
Hope you’re gonna be alright
The day’s now underway, I cannot evade
The light’s crusade
Transforming, transforming, transforming these hills into
Piles of crumpled suede
You illuminated me, too
Lit me up like Christmas
It’s hard getting used to being
Nobody’s business
And in my mind, there’s a murderous din
But without, all looks calm within
And I brought guns to a shit fight
Now I hope you’re gonna be alright
Hope you’re gonna be alright
Hope you’re gonna be alright
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3. |
Small Talk
03:17
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I can find
Almost anything insulting
Try me
If you want to give
Me a compliment, you better think real hard
On it
Cos I can get offended by a nice sonnet
If it’s got the wrong syntax, I’ll take it badly
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
I really think
You should check my label, I’m best before I’ve
Had a drink
I can talk
The ears off an elephant, let alone
You, man
And yet I’ve got more mystery than Agatha Christie
And more history than Japan.
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
Savez-vous que je suis folle, baby?
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4. |
Folk Zero
03:59
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St Jude, pray for me
I call upon you humbly
Word is you’re good with a hopeless case
And as you can likely see
I’m irredeemable
St Jude, pray for me
I know your title casually
Have they heard of me in Galilee?
My song was played on tv
I’m a folk zero
St Jude, if I could beg a mo
I’m livin’ in the Galaxie
And the motor’s about to go
Pet Sounds caught in the deck
Harmonies mingle with the scent of
Yesterday’s brunette
I’d laid away some cabernet
I was buying more
When I saw your candle at the Mexican grocery store
Now I’m refreshed, drunk at best
I’m waiting for the day
And these dirty tissues start to look like the lilies of Monet
St Jude, pray for me
I call upon you humbly
Word is you’re good with a hopeless case
And as you can likely see
I’m irredeemable
Irredeemable
Irredeemable
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5. |
Go Fever
03:39
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Desperate to know how everything feels
Pursuing chaos, hot on its heels
Since my wonder years
I’m crawling back into the slingshot
Please remember to forget me not
I’ve been hooked by my heart’s crook
But you can find me on facebook
The only way to shake this ennui
Is to embark on a libertine spree
I wanna leave a mark, at least on me
Besides it will make for an interesting obituary
I want my swan song to be a fast one
That I can dance to with all my past loves
At the final frontier, all my debts in arrears
But I don’t want you, no I don’t want you
No I don’t want you marking off the days
I’m not here
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Savannah
03:35
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Savannah takes all my sad thoughts
And turns them into flowers
Arranges them into a wreath
Beneath which I have no power
Wrapped around my crown
I’m bound not to be broody
Renders me sanguine as if it
Were her innate duty
Savannah, Savannah
Don’t let the average impede you
Savannah, Savannah
Don’t let the baton lead you
Give it back, give it back
These obligations are just knick knacks
Hand me downs from a ghost town
Savannah has a darkness
That she keeps all to herself
Secreting sadness in her smile
With altruistic stealth
Through her lens all things are cleansed
Except to her eyes only
And gusts of sorrow fill her sails
Whenever she gets lonely
Savannah, Savannah
Don’t let the average impede you
Savannah, Savannah
Don’t let the baton lead you
Give it back, give it back
These obligations are just knick knacks
Hand me downs from a ghost town
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7. |
United States Of My Mind
02:32
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Sunrises are for lonely people
Sunsets are for lovers
I feel so liberated like
A book that’s blown its cover
I’ll tear myself to pieces
To pay for my sins
I’ve got a good feeling
But I’m a fool about these things
They say I’m looking for something
I’ll probably never find
Still I’m taking pleasure in this drive
Through the states of my mind
I sometimes get it right
But I always do it well
So let’s go make some memories
Inside this cheap hotel
What if, what if, what if, what if, what if
Well there’s nothing in this universe
Can leave you more heartbroken
Than the fate defining silence
That’s left when words are unspoken
So there’ll be no regrets
With this getting shit off my chest
I’m listening to the morse code being
Tapped out in my breast
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8. |
Outdoors Man
02:35
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You said you were an outdoors man
But I should’ve known from your moon tan
You were saying things you thought I wanted to hear
And I put on such a tough display
Guzzling alcohol like it was my last day
While the sound of misery profound rang in my ears
We are contrary as feather and fin
But you make me forget where I’ve been
So I won’t try and understand
No I won’t try and understand
No I won’t try and understand this thing
From your mouth spewed all the wrong things
With the clumsiness inexperience brings
When a drunk at the bar enquired, you said you were mine
Making believe that I didn’t hear
Smiling secretly into my beer
I fell for you in the neon glow of a Lone Star sign
I was flyin’ out of LA
You said hey, I’m goin’ that way
And like old overs we covered the West Texas plains
We’re contrary as feather and fin
But you make me forget where I’ve been
So I won’t try and understand
No I won’t try and understand
No I won’t try and understand this thing.
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Your smug smile suggests that you know
Something about the human condition
If I may speak without your permission… you don’t
My embraces were beneficial
I gotta tell ya they were all artificial
I’m a good actress and you’re used to getting your way
All this time you thought you owned me
You never stopped to ponder why I
Wouldn’t pick up when you telephoned me
I would look at the screen and
Roll my eyes at your follow up obscene missive
Who says pussy nowadays, anyway?
I was having this conversation just the other day
With people you would hate
Boy, I’m glad this charade’s over
Chin up, little soldier
You won’t lose your composure, you never do
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10. |
2320
04:26
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Mediocrity was my biggest fear
So I was as popular as a pap smear
At 14
Well they’d almost worn off my sheen
Then I was delivered from boredom by rock and roll
I fled so young that it’s hard to see
Just where this place still resides in me
But I know
It comes where I go
Cos the folks I met in the city told me so
I won’t be gathering
Any of your moss nor manufacturing
A sense of self, indifferent to you
Down by the river you can see
The cuts we made in the willow trees
Now so much taller than us in ’93
My heart will always be there in the concrete
Scratched under my name and etched beneath
Is some guy I was obsessed with at the time
The A’s in our names are rendered as anarchy signs
So roll a joint and come and meet me
At the magnolia tree outside the library
We’ll go
To where the muddy waters flow
And recreate a sleazy teenage tableau
I won’t be gathering
Any of your moss nor manufacturing
A sense of self, indifferent to you
Down by the river you can see
The cuts we made in the willow trees
Now so much taller than us in ’93
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Go Fever Austin, Texas
Go Fever is an Austin-based band fronted by Australian singer-songwriter Acey Monaro, known for combining 70’s rock riffs,
saccharine pop hooks and intimate lyrics delivered in an outside voice.
In June 2020, they headed into White Denim’s Radio Milk studio and the result is the New Wave-adjacent, dance punk-curious Velvet Fist, their first release on a label- Nine Mile Records.
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