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Semi-Underground
03:26
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There’s fifteen bucks on the door
Buy yourself a drink and make it last
Try hard to meet nobody’s eye
Make your way 'cross the floor
And all the weight you used to carry round
Is lifted by the press of bodies
Here we go
We’re semi underground
It's almost so
We’re semi underground
It's all we know
We're not quite under
Nobody knows what we do
Or understands it - least of all ourselves
Close friends and perfect strangers
We’ve got these knots to undo
Some place where they’re too hard to recall
And too loud to talk about it
It’s all ours
It’s semi underground
For at least three hours
We’re semi underground
Baby don’t send flowers
We’re not quite under
There’s just five bucks on the door
Thursday night and no one but the dead
Walks in from late night shopping
Take one last chance to ignore
All the complications that you made
From all your big ambitions
So let’s get down
We’re semi underground
Go to town
We’re semi underground
The latest sound
From halfway under
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2. |
Good Day
03:53
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It’s a good day
For a looming catastrophe
A good day
To crash into the sun or similar
No way
That we’re doing what has to be done
Freak out and carry on
Pigs are roosting in the trees
Rats are running up the anchor rope
Dogs they howl in sympathy
No one ever had a fucking hope
The wailing of the sirens nobody hears
Cos they’re sleeping with their headphones on
Good day
For a looming catastrophe
Good day
To crash into the sun or similar
No way
That we’re doing what has to be done
Freak out and carry on
Gather all your things somehow
And stumble as you throw them in the boat
The water at your ankles now
Tomorrow will be reaching for your throat
No one read the posters when they went up
No one’s gonna read them now
The hostess fills your tulip glass
The movie touch screen occupies your thoughts
The devil’s up in business class
Thumbing through his quarterly reports
Good day
For a looming catastrophe
Good day
To crash into the sun
No way
That we’re doing what has to be done
To paraphrase your stupid coffee cup
Freak out and carry on
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3. |
Queen of Karori
03:37
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She drives past the mall on her way to the city
She don’t rate the girls at the local salon
Drives past the school where she spent every afternoon waiting
And mornings she’d sit by the gate until they were gone
She’s got a tiny white dog it cost her a fortune
Barks at her friends and shits on the floor at the vet
(There's no end, there's no end to indignity)
She’s got a pink yoga mat in the back of her Audi
(But it's gonna get better)
Helps take her mind off the need for a cigarette
It’s such a strange career
The Queen Of Karori
Getting by on half of everything
She’ll never shed a tear
Or tell the whole story
She likes to go out but she still wears the ring
She’s a perfect 10
In the picture on the dresser
Bottle of booze and a faraway look in her eye
All the sad young men
She permitted to undress her
Now they’re just friend requests she’s too polite to deny
It’s such a strange career
The Queen Of Karori
Getting by on half of everything
She’ll never shed a tear
Or tell the whole story
She likes to go out but she still wears the ring
She wonders what’s wrong with John and Rebecca
She takes her to lunch but she just stares at her phone
She mentions her lawyer, says nobody’s better
Gives her the number and drives home alone
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4. |
Silent Partner
03:37
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Take it easy
Easier than it’s been up to now
She’s not ready to believe you
Don’t feel helpless
Put your shoulder, shoulder to the plough
And clear a space enough to see through
Love’s not all you need
You can ask for the moon
But the moon’s just a state of mind
Don’t go under
Don’t say nothing when it’s everything
It’s 13 years of treading water
Your silent partner
I can’t supervise your suffering
Or surrender to the natural order
Love’s not all you need
You can ask for the moon
But the moon’s just a state of mind
Keeping yourself to yourself is OK
Don’t try to hide or decide to just wave it away
Faith in the kindness of strangers will bury us all
Take the call, anyway
Love’s not all you need
You can ask for the moon
But the moon isn’t what you lack
There’s no guarantee
When you open your heart
To a heart that won’t open back
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5. |
Crawl Again
04:03
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Sun coming up
Motorway slows to a crawl
Dogs in the park hear the call
Of sleepwalking owners
Sun going down
Can’t see the trees for the trees
Can’t see you down on your knees
With no God to pray to
To sway you
Or allay you of your fears
No one walks and then crawls again
On to the end
Right to the end
No one thinks that they’ll fall again
On to the end
Break never bend
Don’t you go mending your ways
Birds in the trees
Shoot the breeze
They’re counting up numbers
Voice on the wire
Asks where everyone’s gone
Everyone’s gone?
Lights on the strip
Burger joints open til 2
Out on a bender to view
The dance of electrons
Stars going out
All of our numberless sins
Leave us to twist in the wind
And pray for forgetting
Sweet forgetting
What a setting for the end
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6. |
Submarine
04:43
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I need you like a fish needs a submarine
I need you like a broke cigarette machine
If wanting’s enough then wanting’s not tough
I need you like a tall glass of kerosene
I need you
I don’t need you
Don’t quit now on me baby
Don’t fall back under that sway
Don’t jeopardise his rehabilitation
Or take his punishment away
Like the tide going out
I’m accustomed to waiting
Waiting til you come back in
Like nothing ever happened
Just a little damage
But not beyond repair
Not beyond repair
The strip clubs on the corner
And the Chinese restaurant
The children of an older God
In rows of white Toyotas
To take you anywhere you want
Like the tide going out
All the driftwood and plastic
Is waiting for the moon to rise
And summon up the ocean
Take them back into the ocean
Again
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7. |
Psychotic Boyfriend
04:05
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Saw you at the supermarket checkout Monday
Catching up on Shortland Street and Project Runway
I was buying cans to see me through the earthquake
You were buying beer and seven pounds of beefsteak
Oh no in at the deep end
You and your psychotic boyfriend
He’s a guy in anybody’s situation
He’s a man of intermittent inspiration
Smokes a cigarette and watches television
For 11 hours in the same position
Oh no in at the deep end
You and your psychotic boyfriend
You believe in what you will
No one will be happy til
All the lonely people
Are locked up and they throw away the key
I guess you have to hang around with someone
I guess you need somebody riding shotgun
Better get your thoughts together while you’re able
There’s a bread knife lying on the kitchen table
Burn that candle at both ends
You and your psychotic boyfriend
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8. |
I Don't Write the Songs
03:26
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I could never do what other people do
I could never have that power over you
Playing it cool is cool for cool kids
Keeping your options open
Baby our cool is broke and busted
We need more than a record to put our hope in
I don’t write the songs
That seem to entrance you
I don’t write the songs
They’re too slow to dance to
I don’t write the songs
Making you feel this way
The history of us is never gonna rhyme
I won’t spill the beans three minutes at a time
Everyone’s big on true confessions
I never want to go there
Might as well stick with first impressions
Not a trail of breadcrumbs that leads you nowhere
I don’t write the songs
That get where your head’s at
I don’t write the songs
Someone else does that
I don’t write the songs
Making you feel OK
Sad pretty girls with boyfriend issues
Killing the vibe at parties
You drift away and I start to miss you
Have another drink and put on some Cardi
I don’t write the songs
I like the fast ones
I don’t write the songs
Not like the last one
I don’t write the songs
Stealing your heart away
I don’t write the songs
I’m just a phoney
I don’t write the songs
Do I look like Joni?
I don’t write the songs
Making you feel this way
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Mystery Date
03:50
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I’m so tired of mystery
Tell me what you’re thinking
It all comes out eventually
Pretty certain I’ll recover
Please take off the armour I’ve been
Trying to find a chink in
Can’t do any harm to try
Heaven knows what we’ll discover
I don’t want to catalogue
Some youthful indiscretion
I don’t want a future dogged
By truth and reconciliation
I just want to know you when you
Look in my direction
Me as homo sapien
You as something alien and free
You can keep that shit to yourself
All you need is somebody else
You’re my mystery date
My mystery date
My mystery date
Not my mystery
I don’t want to hang around
And wait for some post-mortem
Get the gruesome details down
Promises are all forgotten
Don’t stay in your summer place
And dawdle til the autumn
Wearing out your poker face
Sinking to the bottom of the sea
We could have a much better time
If I was not reading your mind
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10. |
Splendid Isolation
04:24
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Leave me on the shelf
Among my anthologies of science fiction
Japanese tea
And my four poster bed
Leave me to myself
There’s no cure for this terminal affliction
Nobody else
Needs to live in my head
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
Suits me fine
Down the corner store
Everything’s past the date of expiration
Don’t wanna walk
Any further than that
Going hard’s a bore
Going home is a permanent temptation
To water the plants
Check the mail, feed the cat
I’ve got a Rega Planar
I’ve got a Neumann microphone
I’ve got a hotel bathrobe
And a pale yellow rotary telephone
Just leave me in
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
Suits me fine
Since you went away
There is no change in my general disposition
I had a world
That was waiting for me
Songs come every day
I don’t need you to provide the ammunition
I’m eating fine
Paleo, gluten free
I’ve got my old New Yorkers
I’ve got the works of Raymond Jones
I’ve got my Call of Duty
And a pale yellow rotary telephone
Just a functioning yellow rotary telephone
Please don’t call on my rotary telephone
Just leave me in
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
Splendid isolation
Without you
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11. |
Come Closer to Me
04:08
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Shotgun honeymoon
Hotel shoulder season
They’re closing the pool
On the promenade
There’s been talk about returning to town
Shut that mini bar
Put your walking shoes on
Step out in the rain
All these strategies
Need their subtleties exposed to the air
Come closer to me
Hold me steadier
Come closer to me
Come closer and see
I’m not ready to give in
Come closer to me
Watch the smoke go up
From the starter’s gun
All excuses gone
Except for one
Everybody’s scared
Into being something
They don’t recognise
They waste their lives upon
The perfection of
A see-through disguise
Come closer to me
Hold me steadier
Come closer to me
Come closer and see
I’m not ready to give in
Come closer to me
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12. |
Battles
03:45
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Walls start to shake and the windows all rattle
The needle’s dropping like a stone
Why must your heart fight the loneliest battles
To keep from being left alone?
Maybe you had it coming
Maybe you missed the call
Maybe you’re in the running after all
Team Lonely Hearts needs you back in the saddle
They can recognise their own
No one could blame you for this hesitation
To throw yourself back in the fray
We’re not getting over our own limitations
There’s far too many in the way
Maybe you’re realistic
Maybe I’ve got this wrong
And I’m too optimistic and the odds are far too long
Sound the retreat or go into the valley
We’re gonna find out either way
Maybe we’re undecided
Maybe the sky is blue
Maybe there’s still enough love we can fall right back into
Times running out and it’s all desperation
Team Lonely Hearts depends on you
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Lawnmaster Wellington, New Zealand
Lawnmaster are a guitar pop band from Wellington. They're not famous.
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