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There’s a game in progress
The balls hit into a grey area
No visual contact
Culprit joins the search
Aye, Aye, Aye
Is what they said to the batsman
Aye, Aye, Aye
Sent him on his way
Feel the game, feel the game, feel the game ,yeah
I feel the game is over
My mind’s buzzing in a grey area
That nuggety shot selection
Lost my favourite ball
Aye, Aye, Aye
Is what they said to the batsman
Aye, Aye, Aye
Sent him on his way
I’m involved in a dream of backyard cricket
With a rubbish bin for a wicket
The tennis ball gets schmacked to the bottom of the garden
And I go to retrieve it
When I get there immediately I think I’ve found the ball
But more and more balls just keep appearing
I’m involved in a dream of backyard cricket
With a rubbish bin for a weekend
The tennis ball is the same bloody colour as the garden
And I can not retrieve it
When I get there immediately I think I’ve found the ball
But more and more balls just keep appearing
I see the ball it’s in the distance
But in my eyes it has no existence
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2. |
Bubble Buzz
04:01
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Think of someone who is set in their ways
Living each day in their bubble, nothing is wrong
They hide from reality and the world outside
Never believing that they could be stuck inside
It may look weak from the outside, hard to break out
Never escape from their bubble, too many doubts
Thought by now they would realise, open your eyes
Why can’t they, figure out, the buzz?
Saturday mornings are always ingrained, in their brains
Dropping each one off at their different games, it’s the same
They try to out do each other and compare their dreams.
Or something as simple as, cheaper baked beans
It may look weak from the outside, hard to break out
Never escape from their bubble, too many doubts
Thought by now they would realise, open your eyes
Why can’t they, figure out, the buzz?
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3. |
Joe the Hoe
08:56
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Stumbling home from there, for the hundredth time
Having fun, now it’s done, there’ll be another time
This the pattern of the secret single life
Lines are good and she pulls them round, sharper than a knife
But this bird, was in for a big surprise
Some guys can see straight through, deceitful, filthy lies
Time after time, you gotta keep those birds away
You can’t let yourself, believe a word they say
They’ll try and milk you for, every cent to your name
They’ll only be by your side, while you’re in the game
When he raised his voice, she would disappear
Suspicions high from all the lies, it was everything she’d feared
So he went to town, amazed by what he saw
She was hooking up with another slug, in front of me
So I guess that you, could say that that was that
He kept his cool, he’s not the fool, he had smelled the rat
Time after time, you gotta keep those birds away
You can’t let yourself, believe a word they say
They’ll try and milk you for, every cent to your name
They’ll only be by your side, while you’re in the game
Stumbling home from there, for the hundredth time
Having fun, now its done, there’ll be another time
They’ll try and milk you for, every cent to your name
They’ll only be by your side, while you’re in the game
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Hobo
04:07
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Lonely man
Walking on the wrong side of that fence
He’s got no purpose
Where’s his friends?
I know I’d never
Meet a man who smelt like fish, yeah
I know I’d never
Take a shot
Dirty man
Walking through the rain looking for that bone
No direction
A gloomy month and nothing for him to show
I know I’d never
Meet a man who smelt like shit, yeah
I know I’d never
Take a shot
Traffic, from four ways
Not eating or sleeping from day to day
Filthy’s your name after nights on the street
The dump’s a place where you and him, you and him meet
I know I’d never
Lonely man
Walking on the wrong side of that fence
He’s got no purpose
Tell me, where’s his friends?
I know I’d never
Meet a man who smelt like shit, yeah
I know I’d never
Take a shot, and miss
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Do Things
07:02
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I’m never on time
It’s never on purpose
Buzzy thoughts in mind
I start to get nervous
As I think about the little things
That make people wonder
In this spell that we’re under
Are we just numbers?
How does that old saying go?
A tree will fall and nobody will know
I’ve always wondered what happens at night
Do strange things happen when there is no light?
Do things come down from up above?
Do things come up from down below?
I bring you love
As I think about the little things
That make people wonder
In this spell that we’re under
Are we just numbers?
Is there a place where we should go?
Cos I don’t know
To ask the questions that we’re meant to know
Everything’s clear but I’m still blind
In your mind
Searching for answers that I’ll never find
Do things come down from up above?
Do things come up from down below?
I bring you love
Do things come down from up above?
Do things come up from down below?
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Can of Worms
03:59
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Faces from before, drifting through the floor
Too many cats to count, have we got the right amount?
Looked up at the roof
I looked up at the roof
Buzzed out at what I saw
Dropped into my hand something I’d never seen before
Whole room went silent
Held it closer to my eye
Whole room went silent
All raised fingers to their mouths
I’ve seen you before, sifting round the door
Looking for a way to get out, trying to figure out what it’s all about
Looked up at the roof
Looked up at the roof
Buzzed out at what I saw
Dropped into my hand something I’d never seen before
Whole room went silent
Held it closer to my eye
Whole room went silent
All raised fingers to their mouths
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Frozen Cat
03:39
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Walking home from school
I came up to this cat
Frozen to the bone
I thought what’s up with that
To bring it back to life
Is what I desired
I didn’t think twice
To put it by the fire
And in the morning
I woke to my surprise
There’s a cat before my eyes
Not frozen to the bone
So I brought it in my home
To bring it back to life
Is what I desired
I didn’t think twice
To put it by the fire
Whose is this cat?
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Blackie the Cat
02:26
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Blackie the cat has gone missing
From the bottom of pine hill road
He is almost completely black
With a small white patch on his belly
Big green eyes, medium length fur
He has a flat nose being part Persian
Friendly but a little flighty
To give them back their cat
Is what I decided
I took the pussy down the road
And they were reunited
To give them back their cat
Is what I decided
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Cliche
03:40
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Sunrays are streaming
Clear skies just beaming
Thinking back to the time when things were easier
Oh how things change
Down at the shop, iceblock why not?
Remember the time when and ice block was less than a dollar
Now is the time so just use it
To get back that feeling
Now is the time so just use it
To get back that feeling
The sun shines lower
As the long white cloud mists over
Don’t forget the bottle opener
Gonna have a real good time yeah I told ya
Down at the shop, hot chips y nut?
Remember the time when a bucks chips was only a dollar
Now is the time so just use it
To get back that feeling
Now is the time so just use it
To get back that feeling
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10. |
Weather Tune I
06:09
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A cloud is always changing
An illusion of sight
As the day grows older
They fade into the night
If you look at these changes
It may turn on a light
And raise to you the question
Of who’s wrong and who’s right
It doesn’t matter where or who you are
You can’t foresee what’s meant to be afar
Moving along towards the unknown
Each day unfolds in a different way
Where did the cloud go?
Who knows moving in direction with the cloud so
Where did the cloud fly?
Could we all fly high in the sky?
Where would you go, what would you see, which cloud would you be?
Imagine a cloud, different places to you and me
Everything is changing
An illusion of sight
As you get older
You fade into the night
If you look at these changes
It may turn on a light
And raise to you the question
Of who’s wrong and who’s right
It doesn’t matter where or who you are
You can’t foresee what’s meant to be afar
Moving along towards the unknown
Each day unfolds in a different way
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11. |
Weather Tune II
02:54
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Left Or Right Dunedin, New Zealand
The Deep South’s favourite nuggety trio Left or Right are excited to announce the release of their third studio album Trippy
through local label MrYoda Productions.
Trippy will be released in stores nationwide and online to the world on Friday 25th September 2015 and will be available at all shows on the Trippy Australasian Album Release Tour.
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