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Crickets
04:02
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Crickets are scheming long into the night
Collecting their voices for a moonlit choir
Auditioning outside of my achy window
Over and over and over again
Uh-oh
O and I’m wrestling with their song
Rolling their snares in protest to my slumber
Orchestras a’peeling their eyes along the border
Waiting for floodlights to shine once again
Fetch a scalpel
Fetch me a needle and thread
Bleed every one of these waking thoughts out of my head
And stitch me up again
Until the sun comes creepin’ in
Whisperin’ in my ear, o it knows I have sinned
Circles the canals, hits my mouth, bleeding gums again
Snitches taste of witches spittin’ spells to split, a curse, again
Fetch a scalpel
Fetch me a needle and thread
Bleed every one of these waking thoughts out of my head
And stitch me up again
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Joint
03:22
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Well we should put our slippers on and figure out the day
But it’s already twelve o’clock and you say that you think it might be a little late for that
But we can turn the tv on and send each other memes
Occasionally discussing our dreams
You could use a cigarette, I guess we’ll go outside
It’s getting pretty cold out here, let’s go back and close all of the blinds; we’ll stay in bed
And we can roll around the sheets and afterwards go back to sleep
We’ll try this all again tomorrow if you like?
La-da-dada-da-dada-dada-da
Suddenly it’s six o’clock, do you wanna smoke a joint?
I’m feeling pretty peckish now, we should get some food, but naturally we can’t be screwed
You’re scrolling through a pizza list; no, I don’t mind, it’s fine, I’m cool with whatever
I’m fine with all of this
Boxes in a pile, neither of us seem to care
Heavy head upon my lap, I am running my fingers through your unwashed hair and I
Bend to kiss a wanting cheek, glowing under a movie screen
But I don’t wanna wake you up nor spoil the scene
What a day today has been
La-da-dada-da-dada-dada-da
La-da-dada-da-dada-dada-da
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Well I mix toxins in my oxygen and tell myself that it’s sweeter
While inside, glimmering cheers signal a changing of the calendars
And they will laugh and dance and clap and kiss with terrific optimism
For a new year is upon us, and it’s not the same, but why would I listen?
How is it different from the ones before when it’s just the same goddamn beginning?
The same old end; where in a few hours I’ll wake with shit still pumping all throughout my system
And I will look at those around me whom I saw some twelve months prior
Making promises to change until we proved ourselves liars
I’ll pour you a drink if you knock it with mine
I don’t need to know if it is whiskey or wine
You’ll give me a kiss on the cheek cause it’s done
We pissed away our calendars, and here’s another one
Now you are collapsed on the couch
And stinking of fun
Because we pissed away our calendars
And here’s to another one
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Haircut
02:54
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I’m thinking maybe I could do with a haircut
I’m pretty sick of pushing it out the way
I don’t want to talk to my friends about it
I’m sure there’s something more insightful I could say
I am not too keen on painting myself as a serious guy
But frankly put, I’m fucking frightened that I have stuck that in your mind
So I will try my very bestest to keep the conversation light, if that’s alright
If that’s alright
I’m thinking maybe I should visit my grandma
I don’t think that I’ve seen her in something like twenty-six weeks
‘cause every time I do she shakes, and I don’t know what I’m to say
So we look around the room til she falls asleep
I am not too keen on painting myself as a serious guy
But frankly put, I’m fucking frightened that I have stuck that in your mind
So I will try my very bestest to keep the conversation light, if that’s alright
If that’s alright
I am not too keen on painting myself as a serious guy
But I get so wrapped in my head, I forget what goes on outside
And lately I’ve been shit at parties, but I give thanks for the invite
And I will try to keep things light
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Port Royal
04:05
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I’ve got cigarettes on cigarettes outside
They pile up and reverse what I’ve done to that poor old bottle of wine
I took of ‘em what I could; thought not to waste, nor to be rude
My parents taught me to be good
And I guess I should
I just wanna hold your hand, you pretty thing
Feel my bones between your bones
And I just wanna get my fill, and I just want to get my fix
Never quite thought it would come to this
But I guess it did
But I guess it did
But I guess it did
I’ve got cigarettes on cigarettes outside
And I will not claim all the blame, but we both know they’re mostly mine
And I smoked of ‘em what I could, between the breaks that the habits took
I got taught better than I do
I just wanna hold your hand, you pretty thing
Feel my bones between your bones
And I just wanna get my fill, and I just want to get my fix
Never quite thought it would come to this
But I guess it did
But I guess it did
But I guess it did
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I know Auntie Government looks after me
cause I’m a man and I am white and I’m mostly straight and I’m
happy spending my good coin on whatever I please
so I please myself and I do it well
‘cause we’re doomed and that’s fine
because I don’t do meth
and I pay my bills
and I brush my teeth most days
except when I forget to
and I eat my greens
I only shop on sale
and I will wear my fate like a crown of thorns
when the system fails
I know Auntie Government looks after me
cause I’m a man and I am white and I’m mostly straight and I’m
happy spending my hard-earned coin on whatever I fucking please
so I’ll please myself and I’ll do it well
and you’re doomed but I’ll be fine
because I don’t do meth
and I pay my bills
and I only use LinkedIn these days
cause no one cool is on Facebook
I don’t drink to excess
cause I drink to relax
and I write shopping lists and I keep receipts
and claim it back on tax
Negative gear my home
that I’ll rent out to plebs
but you’ll still roll your eyes when I ask Siri
how long to boil an egg…
at least I don’t do meth
cause I don’t do meth
because you probably should not be doing meth
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Red & Green Blues
03:45
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Gotta pile my coins
But I’m young and I’m dumb and I am restless
Reeking of reckless e-x-p-e-n-ditures
Tinsel and drummer-boys
Came without warning, nor invitation
Digging for silver and gold in the couch cushion
Gotta train yourself, child
You’re a fool with it laid out in front of you
Cynically cursing “superfluous nothingness”
Such original thought!
If significance is subjective
I’ll drown in indifference, receipts and bad credit lines
Ahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhh
Is there something somewhere that I’m missing?
Did the days pass away between sighs?
How did we end up back here again? Past pollen revenge,
Spider-webs in the corners of eyes
Can I stay in bed til it’s all over?
With the tree bleeding out in the yard
While the birds harmonise hallelujahs
savage your overflown bins
Just to take a great shit on your car
But it’s O so nice to have us all together again
Passin’ gravy down toward the other end
Wondering how to afford your rent
while ladles cross tables
And labels are sailed
o’er nicely carved swine,
or a bird,
a potato,
whatever…
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P.T. Collis Melbourne, Australia
P.T. Collis has spent the last decade or so penning raw tales of suburban absurdism, iconoclasm, psyche struggles, and matter-of-fact romance for cult audiences across Australia and the world. Hailed for his natural storytelling and dynamic stage presence as frontman in Melbourne rock-band The Great Emu War, P.T. Collis has returned from hiatus refocused and re-energised in a big way. ... more
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