1. |
Not With A Bang
04:04
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So the time has finally come
We know how it all ends
Say farewell to your loved ones
Family and friends
But there's no running in the streets
No one screams or cries
The last words of our civilisation
Are Twitter @replies
Maybe you're the first one to hashtag #endofdays
But soon this trending topic will mean nothing anyway
The apocalypse is practically unforeseen
Your final embrace as it hits is with your touch screen
It strikes us all at once but still
It feels like an age
All that remains is a tiny signal
Displaying its home page
"Humanity is currently down
For unplanned maintenance
We apologise for any
Inconvenience"
Maybe you're the first one to hashtag #endofdays
But soon this trending topic will mean nothing anyway
The apocalypse is practically unforeseen
Your final embrace as it hits is with your touch screen
Yes even Google commemorates our fate
The two o's are still there, but the rest spells 'It's too late'
This is the way the world ends
(Were we Following the right people?)
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2. |
Perfect Company
04:37
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Everything you did
was another mistake.
Like you running from a store
with the things you usually take
And I don't
See anything wrong with that
But my cause was justified
'cause you were my only friend
And you always lead the way
you were with me 'till the end
And that's all
I really needed in fact.
And I have no regrets
I don't need to forget
You made myself me
You were the perfect company
The perfect company
And that needs no apologies
Your parties never sucked
and you always had the booze
And you'd only laugh away
when I'm puking on your shoes
A kid's mind
should never live without fun
Our days of spraying cans
and breaking toilet bowls
was the only way that kids like us
could learn some self control
and this all
Is the art of being young
And I wouldn't call these bad things
Our faults just mean we're learning
There's no other way it could be
you were the perfect company
The perfect company
And that needs no apologies.
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3. |
Sway
04:07
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Does it make you wonder why the bee must die
When it stings you in the finger just to give you teary eyes
Just like the girl
Just like the girl
Of course you had to tease her mum 'cause you yourself only had one
You missed out on a kiss you had only stealthily touched her thumb
Limp in the well
Limp in the well
And they'd bring down satellites
And they'd pull down the whole damn sky
And they'd make you see the tears from their quiet cries
And they'd tell you that it's all alright
A man with a bomb, a detonator and a gun
Stands in a room he cannot run
No one will breathe
No one will breathe
His palms are sweating, they're betting that he's not a man
He detonates and is blown apart like sand
No more enemies
No more enemies
And they'd bring down satellites
And they'd pull down the whole damn sky
And they'd make you see the tears from their quiet cries
And they'd tell you that it's all alright
Still you let her fade away
Still you treat it as a game
Just to impress mankind but they won't feel the same
When you find the ones you loved can only sway
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4. |
Third Degree
02:59
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Change of pace,
These god damn chords don't fit here.
My 'art' erased,
My patience burnt and seared.
Hey faceless face,
What's with the third degree?
"Oh would you shut up son,
You're thinking of Jeopardy"
Oh no I'm not,
These grey stone walls are all I've got
Everytime I write a song I know
I'll always get the lyrics wrong,
Without your company.
And these days they slide behind
These bars, my thoughts they form small scars.
With no comfort for these seeds.
You leave me with a third degree
No heinous crime,
Committed no act of treason.
But like water to wine,
My lies are without reason.
Pressure applied,
He cries 'this is not torture!"
And so beneath my wires,
I mutter words blue unlike water.
Oh no I don't,
I have no words, I do not know.
Everytime I write a song I know,
I'll always get the lyrics wrong.
Without your company.
And these days they slide behind.
These bars my thoughts the form small scars,
With no comfort for these seeds.
You leave me with a third degree.
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5. |
These Are No Artefacts
04:05
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nside your hand, inside your hand
was a tiny pebble smoothed by the sand
and you won't stay together
Nothing small will last forever
A yellowed string, a yellowed string
you wound and wove to craft a ring
and it won't always be hers
wrapped around her index finger
While they're burning
We're still learning about the other sons
No need for lies
No need for lies this time
While they bleed
we feel the need to learn about their history
Can't see through light
They can't see you if you close your eyes
Hidden away, hidden away
Were the games on boards you used to play
But you grew too old to use these
They had their lives to keep you pleased
And the jar of worms, the jar of worms
Who have been dead beneath the dirt
For three years since their capture
You gave them names that's all that matters
And the pieces
Fall together
But when they wash away
We can't go back
And our hearts burn
For that moment
We all love and lose
These are no artefacts.
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General Pants & The Privates Sydney, Australia
General Pants & the Privates are a 'so-much-more-than-a-' ska band from the inner west of Sydney, Australia. Our turn-ons include ridiculous cocktails, people who dance, and the appropriate fucking use of swearwords.
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