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Thick Thighs
04:06
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Oh my body's a vessel for living
not an object to serve your desires.
Doesn't tell you a damn thing about me
still you needlessly scrutinise.
Oh my body's a vessel for living
and I'll do with it what I decide.
Be it bare my thick thighs or walk home late at night
I'm not asking for men to abuse it.
Why do you insist to dismiss
when you tell me you're such a liberal man?
How can you disregard patterns of patriarchy
holding the world in your hands?
Meritocracy's the perfect scam.
Oh my daddy won't give me away
cause I'm not something he ever owned.
Where is the place for white at a wedding?
How's my innocence linked to his honour?
Why do you insist to dismiss
when you tell me you're such a liberal man?
How can you disregard patterns of patriarchy
holding the world in your hands?
Why do you insist to dismiss
when you tell me you're such a liberal man?
How can you disregard patterns of patriarchy
holding the world in your hands?
Meritocracy's the perfect scam.
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2. |
Show Your Baby
03:37
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Round the corner, down by your street
I swore I'd never return here, nor miss a beat.
What a picture and what a joke
when you approach me my head's not so resolute.
If you wanna (you wanna) ride next to me
show your baby (show me) consistency.
If you wanna (you wanna) lie next to me
kill your avoidant/dismissive tendencies.
But if you want some time
it's the last thing on my mind.
I won't grant you much patience here
when you pick me up, you put me down, you pick me up, you put
me down.
You know I'm rational and I'll survive.
I've got them lined up and I won't lie down and cry.
If you wanna (you wanna) lie next to me
show your baby (show me) consistency.
But if you want some time
it's the last thing on my mind.
I won't grant you much patience here
when you pick me up, you put me down, you pick me up, you put
me down.
Round the corner, down by your street
I swore I'd never return here, nor miss a...
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3. |
Best Intentions
03:31
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It's hard to note that I see you in my sleep
and all I feel is a discontentment when I wake here.
Oh how I wanna be near, how I covet your secret
smile you withhold for those who've piqued it
your interest, I'll keep it.
I was happy 'til I met you
but something has shifted
I was headed down the long road
now things aren't so written.
You marched right into the foreground
the others deficient
I was happy 'til I met you
now I'm confused.
With best intentions I stifle my feelings
and quell our interactions to small talk without meaning.
Oh how I wanna speak plan, how I covet your secret
smile you withhold for those who've piqued it
your interest, I'll keep it.
I was happy 'til I met you
but something has shifted
I was headed down the long road
now things aren't so written.
You marched right into the foreground
the others deficient
I was happy 'til I met you
now I'm confused.
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4. |
Huntingdale
03:13
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Deep in the gardens
we see things we dare not speak of.
In the crisp and silver mornings
we make homes for them to live in.
With our bellies full with breakfast
and our minds alive with questions
we ride through the archways plagued with flowers
past the hum of honeycomb towers.
Do you remember the times
when we were young, wild and fine?
We had no answers
we didn't need them.
We found cloths in the yard
and chanted words in the dark
to show our glory.
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5. |
Night at the Door
03:44
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In the night while the wolves sleep
I felt it standing in the doorway watching me
and I thought about the Wolands and Behemoths
wanting to stay with me, enact my darkest dreams.
They must've heard via my thoughts or something
that I'm never feeling right when I can't see where I'm going.
Well the night is at my door now, laughing where I lay
it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, coming to take me.
In the night while the wolves sleep
I felt it standing in the doorway watching me
and I'd like to walk slow with patience but the,
the urge to make a dash picks up my feet real fast.
I must've learnt from my mum or something
that a room without a light sends the creatures running.
Well the night is at my door now, laughing where I lay
it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, coming to take me.
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Bayou Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne band Bayou weave together cascading guitar lines, noirish vocals, eerie female harmonies and propulsive drumming
to create a sound that's haunting, hypnotic and dirty all at the same time – a fuzzed-out missive from some enticing underworld.
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