1. |
Nightswim
03:48
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Nightswim
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois/Keelan
I found someone to night swim with
She never hesitates
Kicks her clothes off on the dry sand
Before the waves
At a lookout round the corner
We get drunk out on the edge
There are boats out on the water
I’m a pillow for her head
(Chorus)
And on the next night
I take her out
To some little place that she is talking about,
I take her out
She wears her white shoes with a white purse to match,
I take her out
And try my hardest not to chase her
She’s in her polka dot pyjamas
When I drink drive to her house
Something that I’ve said seems to unease her
Now she’s paranoid I need her
But on the next night I take her out
To that little place that she was talking about,
I take her out
She wears her white shoes with her white purse to match,
I take her out
And try my hardest not to chase her
Did I get the wrong idea?
But she gave it to me!
(Chorus)
Cause I take.
Yeah I take.
Yes I’ll take a wrong idea...
If it feels right to me
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2. |
Don't Leave
03:42
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Don’t Leave
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois/Molnar
Looking at the bags I didn’t want to lift
But I insisted
I listened to you say what I didn’t want to hear
No longer sweet to my ears
I tried to find the words to let you know
Jjust how I’m feeling
They turned to stone as you went down the stairs
Frozen on the doorstep
I don’t want you to leave
Don’t leave
I don’t want you to leave
Don’t leave
Reaching for the note that travelled through the night
Fumbling at my bedside
As I’m walking through the door
You’re leaving through the window
That’s the way it would go
You said “it always rains when we are out,
Lets keep our feet off the ground”
I gave you my hand but not my heart
We were flowers in the dark
I don’t want you to leave
Don’t leave
I don’t want you to leave
Don’t leave
Don’t go
Don’t leave me here
Fighting in the current
I’ve lost you in the dark
With my heart under my arm
I came running dripping wet
Begging on your steps
But you already had your list checked
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3. |
Microscopes
03:46
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Microscopes
Costelloe/francois
Underground
Bunkered down
Huddled around
Who saw the warnings?
And here we are now
Paper tents
House the damned
Those who believe
Talk of master plans
They don’t understand
I’m looking for an exit
Cause I can’t stay
When there’s no reason why
(Chorus)
Despite all the microscopes
I think were still gonna lose this
Despite all the antidotes
We can’t seem to find the cure
Hold your breath forget your life
Pinch your nose and take the dive
Above the ground
In our deserted towns
Taking back everything
And left no air to breathe
The sun up there is setting
While were all dreaming
Of life after life
(Chorus)
Hold your breath forget your life
Pinch your nose and take the dive
(Chorus)
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4. |
In The Sea
05:51
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In the Sea
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/Molnar/francois
She’s altering her chemistry with coloured rocks
Her fingers run the ridges and the bag zip locks
(She hums a little song)
With her high heels on
Men in gutters moan uncovered in the street
She pivots on the corner by the headlight stream
Rushing like a river by her naked knees
Double checks the treasure’s safe
Drawing on the night time face
Ink pressing into her arm
In the hollow eyes
Of the ones in line
I look for some kind of telling sign
They’re alive
Over broken glass,
Down a mining shaft,
They’re all like moths to a neon flame
In the dark
Drawn out of hiding underneath the fume filled air
When the piper blows a chorus he’s again ensnared
Hovers on a precipice
…hesitating there
Taken to a higher floor
On a rush of what he took before
Circling the room like a shark
You’re in the sea
Of legs and arms
And all the while
You’re sunk swimming the walls keep dripping
You’re in the sea
Dissolving into one
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5. |
I Don't Believe
03:49
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I Don’t Believe
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois
I know how you feel
A spoke in a wheel
Whose arse you got to kiss
To keep it how it is
It’s all about to cascade
Hollywood’s machine made
The little lies they load into their guns
You’re biting on them, you’re biting on them
I don’t believe in nothing no more
I don’t believe in nothing no more
The microphones float
They fish for a quote
Caught up in the whirlwind of his breath
Talking in circles, in circles, in circles…again
Running out the back door
Through the washing on the back lawn
They’ve taken half the shit you thought you owned
Straight through the garden over the fence posts
I don’t believe in nothing no more
I don’t believe.
There’s nothing left in me
I volunteer to tell their little lies
Contributing fear feeding their little fires
I try to believe, I try to believe
I’m trying to believe what they’re telling me
I try to believe
But I can’t buy all the guile and the chicanery
There’s nothing left in me
There’s nothing in me
I don’t believe in nothing no more
I don’t believe in nothing no more
I don’t believe in nothing no more
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6. |
Either Way
04:26
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Either Way
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois
She’s still in her bedroom.
He’s turning the television off
Gripping the handle
It’s late they both walk out the door
It’s wet on the coast, she stares like a stone
Without his hand on her knee
Out the window
If you want to go…
These days I never know
They’ll tough it out at first
And try and make it work
When it starts making sense
It only makes it worse
Laying there still beside her
How come she can sleep through this?
Something hides in the bedroom.
He’s too scared to see what it is
He keeps asking questions
She pulls out her own chair when she sits
No touching under the table
For the first time this feels old to him
The smell of the night
The flickering sky
The arch of her back
In the lightning
If you want to go - go
She says “these days I never know”
They’ll tough it out at first
And try and make it work
When it starts making sense
It only makes it worse
But either way you’re stuck
If she goes or if she stays
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7. |
Pulse Goes Up
03:33
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Pulse Goes Up
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois
Something’s wrong, with the maths
It don’t add up, in my head
Not the same, cleft in half
A shower of rust and sparks,
Cogs and wires dropping fast
Propped up
Can't move with strings attached to my arms
No heart to pump but
The pulse goes up, up and up
No veins to carry all the blood
That I’ve got
Something’s wrong, in my head
A loose screw, is keeping me off track
I had a battery but she drained away
And a fuse that blew, not wired properly
I think they’ve got an eye on me
More scrap for the giant heap
Lost in a fuzzy blurry world
Tuning out the warning sounds
One last chance to talk me down
For the edge is calling out
I’m probably wrong, I want to be wrong
I better be wrong, Oh yeah I hope that I’m wrong
Stop! You’re talking way too much
I’m debris amongst well oiled machines
I’m probably wrong, I want to be wrong
I better be wrong. Oh yeah I hope that I’m wrong
Lost in a fuzzy blurry world
Tuning out the warning sounds
One last chance to talk me down
For the edge is calling out
I think they’ve got an eye on me
Hot doors open in my face
Hell’s closer than you know
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8. |
Horror House
03:31
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Horror House
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois/Keelan
Middle of the night,
A telegram arrives
A message for the guests
Enjoying the silver and the wine
But slowly their smiles sag as he delivers the lines
A sudden gasp of air
And panic hits the crowd
The starch white throats collect their coats
And hurry from the house
He’s watching the foyer drain
When the lights snuff out
(Chorus)
I really don’t think that I was made for this
I really don’t think that I was made for this
You took a wrong turn in a horror house
Don’t be the first to leave or the last one out
You took a wrong turn, you took a wrong turn
Movements in the shadows
And noises down the halls
A trembling hand is reaching out
While the other trails the wall
Tonight all the floorboards creak
Cause when were pricked we bleed
Wide eyed in the dark
He promised with tongue but not the heart
Now someone put some daylight in him,
For the dirty secrets and money missing
(Chorus)
You bought us up just to sell us off
You bought us up just to sell us off
I really don’t think that I was made for this (Repeat X 4 )
I really do think they really don’t think
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9. |
Ethyl
03:46
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Ethyl
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois
Ethyl’s in her daughter’s room
Going through her precious things
Finding the old wedding ring
She leaves her grandson
Parked in front of the TV screen
And everyday she wanders off
Taking even longer than the day before
Dreaming of a time ahead
Where everything’s as perfect
As the hand she’s dealt
The pawn shop turns her gold to green
She’s avoiding her old lawn bowls team
Feeling lucky in her bones
So she makes a beeline for her favourite machine
Gravitates to the Queen of the Nile
She circles round the chair three times
Holds a dollar in her palm that shines
And polishes it on her magic thigh
Coloured lights have her entranced
An empty purse in her left hand
With one armed she does all her bidding
Whispers while she rubs her giant genie lamp
And everyday she wanders off
Taking even longer than the day before
Dreaming of a time ahead
Where everything’s as perfect
As the hand she’s dealt.
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10. |
Desirous One
04:21
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Desirous One
Costelloe/Charlton/Lee/francois/Keelan
Desirous one you’re married to a flame.
A face that floats, beyond the window pane.
In orange dawn, he’s gone before you wake.
You’re purple necked.
But it’s not wear you feel the pain.
When he hungers for the
Bang bang bang bang Bang of the heart
He’ll carry the dark from a young things rib cage
Grip wrist neck twist pull of the arm
The revenant’s come
Been sleeping with his
Left eye open covered in blood
In a bed not above the sunlit surface
Desirous one you’re hypnotised again.
Invite him in, he’s pulling back your hair.
You’re sustenance, you’re prey on a chain.
A Nightingale with virus in the vein.
But the water’s drying up
And love is not enough to keep him by your side
It’s tugging at your soul
Be buried with it all
Lest you put out the light
Bang bang bang bang bang of the drum
And crosses among, a wall of faces
Nosferatu they have all come
Ready to plunge
To end forever
Weary outcast you want to be gone,
You want to be gone, you want to be gone
But still on the run, still on the run, still on the run
Until forever comes
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11. |
Local Paper
03:53
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Dali's Angels Australia
Inspired by tight, narrative and riff driven rock. Dali's Angels sweated it out in a stuffy, poorly soundproofed garage. They emerged complaining of tinnitus and delirious with overpractice, but now driven by the distinctive voice and story telling of singer Luke Costelloe. They embarked on writing and recording their debut album Nightswim. ... more
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