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In Every Lake a Monster
02:32
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In every lake a monster
Every night they follow you down
While everyone's watching TV
Slimy sucking steps, you can hear the sound
The hollowed-out centres of cities of ice
In the hollowed-out centres of cities of ice
It sleeps in Burley Griffin
Ginninderra has one too
The South is not neglected
In Tuggeranong it's watching you
The hollowed-out centres of cities of ice
In the hollowed-out centres of cities of ice
In every lake a monster
Every night they follow you down
While everyone's watching TV
Slimy sucking steps, you can hear the sound
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2. |
Stone Spacecraft
03:08
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Smoke the bones of the astronaut gods
Bring a revolution to the people of the swamp
Beneath the pyramids and moons they are talking of love
You hear them talking all around the world
In the moment of destiny their plans are unfurled
Hear them speak ancient tongues beneath the new-born sun
And if it's all the same to you
I've got a job to do
Join a stone spacecraft
And its midnight crew
Taking downers in Hackett
'Cause you couldn't hack it in Downer
Wondering what's on in Dickson
While they're getting their dicks in in Watson
Spirits like smoke through your graveyard teeth
White clay facepaint out in the street
I've got lost time and I know you're the thief
And if it's all the same to you
I've got a job to do
Join a stone spacecraft
And its midnight crew
Taking downers in Hackett
'Cause you couldn't hack it in Downer
Wondering what's on in Dickson
While they're getting their dicks in in Watson
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Poor Bird
02:30
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Poor bird
Picking at a crust
Poor bird
Picking at a crust
Too scared to enjoy it
Too hungry to live in distrust
When I first met you, Lord,
I was so in need
When I first met you, Lord,
I was so in need
You were like an open book
I did not know how to read
Let it bleed
Like blood from a stone
Let it bleed
Like blood from a stone
I've had enough of this party, Lord,
I'm goin' home
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The Flex Farmers
02:11
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I am Figure
She is Ground
Laid out before me
Like a burial mound
The smell of wet dirt
As I plow her earth
With my iron tool
So there's no fairies around
We are the Flex Farmers
We cultivate our time
We're working on our credit
With one eye on Reddit
It was a major fuckup
It was badly scoped
An Access database
Was never gonna cope
The FAS might lose face
Cue death-march in rose-specs
But that's OK
It was great for my flex
We are the Flex Farmers
We cultivate our time
We're working on our credit
With one eye on Reddit
Well baby, don't you know that it's all the same
Just gonna record my time right here, right against my name (howls madly)
We are the Flex Farmers
We cultivate our time
We're working on our credit
With one eye on Reddit
We are the Flex Farmers
We cultivate our time
We're working on our credit
With one eye on Reddit
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Ainsley Reed & The Rat Runners Canberra, Australia
Ainsley Reed and The Rat Runners have been putting the 'intergenerational' into pseudonymous genteel artistic poverty for a couple of years now. They earnestly hope you enjoy their over-written and under-rehearsed hyphen-pop nuggets.
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