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released July 17, 2017

Mastered by James Newhouse
Photo by Miranda Pollard

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Track Name: Bougainvillea
Bury her beneath the bougainvillea
where the sunlight leaks
through the leaves like god's granting her reprieve
She'll wait there for me

Before we met before I spared her from this mess
In the cold night she
walked and slept the streets like migrating spinafex
and they did nothing

Bury her beneath the bougainvillea
the petals slowly
drift and drip resting sweetly on her lips
that won't betray me

Like it's vines she crept over the members of government
their lust she kept
until the trap was set and then their hands ran up her dress
she ran her hands round their necks

oh Julia

Bury her beneath the bougainvillea
far from their reach
let the dirt compress what air's left in her chest
they won't make her speak
Track Name: Wine and Cyanide
Dress all your little girls in white
Dress all your little girls in white
They're not coming home tonight
They're not coming home

Dress the boys in their Sunday best
Dress the boys in their Sunday best
The Lord will take care of the rest
the Lord takes care

Leave your watch and your rings behind
Leave your watch and your rings behind
You won't need to know the time
You won't need to know

Walk them down by the candle light
Walk them down by the candle light
Down down to the river side
Down to the river

Drink what the Lord gives us down
Drink what the Lord gives us down
Temptation won't get us now
Temptation won't get us
Track Name: Uncurious George
You know you know how children’s tales do grow
I can baptize from sin but they can still make their own
You know you know how children’s tales do grow
And these claims by your son begrudge all that we’ve bestowed
So blessed are you mother for voicing your concerns
But it’s the word of our preist against that of your son so

Don’t clean your hands on the cloth

I know I know how children’s tales do grow
but how can I deny a fire when I can’t see for all this smoke
So I’m moving you on father to preach another church
And I pray its only god’s love they find amongst your work

Don’t clean your hands on the cloth
Track Name: Carpark Lovers
When she asked to meet again his eyes turned to cellophane
And his hands would linger on the ring garnishing her finger
But the lace that peaked out between the buttons on her blouse
He knew he would only succumb to her

Soft radio tones tried to hide their callous moans
the windows grew mist with their deepening breath
She pulled at his tie to taste what it hides
and dragged him down from above her

Keeping her secrets was his insurance
Cause up until now she had kept to her vows
Hearts like a house wine the dregs of what's left behind
Didn't want to hurt any others carpark lovers

Her fingernails ran along the back of his hand
As she passed expenditures that require his signature
From her wayward fringe her eyes met with his
And they met when the moonlight took over

Keeping his secrets was her insurance
cause anything she told spread like office cold
The years he'd worked harder climbing the ladder
would be worthless if she blew his cover, carpark lovers

His roulette of partners used to him working all hours
And getting in late and going for a shower
The pleasure to smell her when he undid his trousers
he knew there couldn't be any other Carpark Lovers
Track Name: Oh Well Orwell
They nailed jesus like a scarecrow at the front of every classroom
to scare the kids into doing what they want to do

And the filled them with ambitions conceived by corporations
then took away any chance we could afford them

And they denounced all that's different with pride and patriotism
waving flags and singing loud our anthem

Then they took the right to question away from journalism
so the message isn't lost in adverse opinions

They nailed jesus like a scarecrow at the front of every classroom
to scare the kids into doing what they want to do

Then they tore out all the pages of genocide and racists
so we won't despise the people that created us

Oh Well Orwell
Track Name: Wet Towel
Again I found myself slumped over her like a wet towel, nauseous with euphoria and failure, sweat sliding down the tangled vines of our limbs while our chest exhaust air like bellows on a flame. I buried my head in her neck, ashamed to look her in the face, too ashamed for her to see my guilt and acknowledge my greed. She says nothing, runs her fingers through my hair as we gain control of our breathing and the blood pounding at our eardrums. I’ve been lying here too long, I’m sure she can’t wait to get rid of me. I’m sure she will laugh about me with her friends. I exit her with the grace of a corpse being rolled into a shallow grave, left staring vacantly into space. But before I could escape to the edge of the earth, she laid her head on my chest, I breathed in the scent of her hair and we fell asleep.
Track Name: I Only See Her Face
I see her in the shards of glass surrounding the traffic lights
I see her in the embers of a lit cigarette dancing on the asphalt
I see her in the shallow scars scrawled along the freeway walls
I see her in the spiteful glares of a breaklight explodes and then smolders

now I know
her words became the marrow of my bones
while all that's left of my spine erodes
I try to let my fingernails grow

Kathy put down your pen I don't think
there's anything you could say
I know I'd have her grace but in every
sweetheart's embrace I only see her face

slow down
white noise on the window
white rapids run along the roads
oil stains burst into rainbows

Kathy put down your pen I don't think
there's anything you could say
I know I'd have her grace but in every
sweetheart's embrace I only see her when I'm standing in the shower staring down the drain and I can't evade the words that all my friends are saying
I tried forgiving myself I tried to fuck it away but in every single sweetheart's embrace I only see her face
Track Name: Seas Between My Shoulders ft. Sylvie Millard
(L) Set sail upon the seas between my shoulders
Sink deep with the ballast of your chest
Arch your bow and cast your eyes across these waters
And let the wind and the waves do the rest
You maneuver yourself with the ocean
Stubborn to the tide and the swell
Your lungs rise and fall like whitewash on the shore
Eroiding the rocks and the shells

(S) You hands haul me leeward into your direction
From a cove where I have been becalmed for years
The gravel of your voice moves the brine of blood within
As I hitch my sails high to join your seas
Your taste is of a siren from the west coast
Your back heaves handsomely to bring me stay
I set sail to find the sources of your salt
But it is not your salt I ache for, it is the waves’

(L) Let me hold you (S) Will I be shipwrecked in your waves
(L) Let me rock you (S) Within the darkness of your ways
(L) I will rise for you (S) Your granite chest between my hands
(B) After years beneath the sand we are driftwood on the ocean of tonight

(L) You’re too slow to accept that these seasons
dictate a different taste in the breeze
Your arms cannot hold the wind that you blow
So take cover in the ones you can seize

(S) You may hold my body in your arms forever
Your wind may hold my keel down to your ground
But you know I am at war in the vessel you behold
For Minerva is the breastbone of the hull

(S) I want your breathe, I want your salted breathe in my hair
(L) Let me lift you in my arms
(S) I want to reach for your shoulders and anchor them
(L) Let me rock you in my waves
(S) I want to feel the whitewater crash on your land
(L) and I will rise for you
(S) Your granite chest beneath my hand
(B) After years beneath the sand we are driftwood on the ocean of tonight
Track Name: The Faster We Fall ft. Miranda Pollard
Trace me out a foreign notion
Cast adrift on an endless ocean

And I won't ask why
I won't tell you right now
These things they will come
When you're good and ready to know them

Take me out and throw me over
Cast me into an endless ocean

Take me away from this
Fake as it always is

The faster we fall
The longer we crawl

To fade out...
Track Name: Terrarium
Plugging in to the terrarium
Tangles of copper going everywhere
Left to swim bricks tied to our shins
A billion opinions radiate the air
Words pour like steam from a kettle
Invading conversations, seeding the clouds
Flock of pigeons fighting over crumbs
We say the sorts of things we wouldn’t out loud

All the mind can conceive or dare to provoke
For all of those who believe sunsets look better through smoke

Climbing in to the terrarium
A feast of fetishes to peruse
What made you come is now leaving you numb
Your taste in lust just becomes more shrewd
Lack of flesh behind those bandages
A bloody mess hidden by a gauze
A staunch quest for the vain and grotesque
It’s all yours if you can afford

All the mind can conceive or dare to provoke
For all of those who believe sunsets look better through smoke
For everyone who’s quick to disempower and shun
Remember history is written by who won