1. |
Open The Door
02:29
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I feel it now, more than before,
Bashing my hand against the door,
We talk it out but it’s a chore,
Smashing my head against a wall.
Why can’t you be a little more honest for a change?
Why can’t you see that we are all far from entertained?
This love isn’t dying, it’s already dead.
There’s no pro in sighing, I’ve run out of breath.
There’s no use in lying, we know what was said.
I hope one day you get that through your head.
It’s different now, four to the floor,
Making my bed for no reward,
Let it all out, out, out, open the door,
Praying you strum some better chords.
Why can’t you be a little more honest for a change?
Why can’t you see that we are all watching with disdain?
This love isn’t dying, it’s already dead.
There’s no pro in sighing, I’ve run out of breath.
There’s no use in lying, we know what was said.
I hope one day you get that through your head, through your head.
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2. |
I Wanna Skate Again
01:49
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I wanna skate again,
Like I did in high school,
I had better balance,
And wrote less ballads.
I'm gonna call my bluff,
Mess myself up,
I wanna regain courage,
Roll with the current.
Why did I ever stop in the first place?
I wanna bail and land on my face.
I'm gonna go real fast,
It don’t matter if I crash,
I wanna kick my ass,
And love life, while it lasts.
I wanna skate again,
Not just in video games,
I wanna get in shape,
Shred hard and shed this weight.
Why did I ever stop in the first place?
I want to bail and land on my face.
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3. |
Mixing Pictures
03:50
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Falling backward into the pit,
Waking up when the surface hits,
I’ll be my own, we'll be split
All is, was, at the end of it.
I don’t mind taking time,
starting again.
The mirage,
Forcing me to walk towards it every night.
No collage,
We can’t mix the pictures to sit right.
Camouflage,
Holding steady, hiding in plain sight.
Sabotage,
Idle hands can’t keep these loose screws tight.
No collage, no collage,
no collage, no collage.
Same old terrors, brand new sweat,
Circling into fresh regret.
While I appreciate the place to stay,
Why is my bed inside a grave?
While I appreciate the place to stay,
Why is my bed inside a grave?
It ain’t kind, wasting time,
posing as friends.
The mirage,
Forcing me to walk towards it every night.
No collage,
We can’t mix the pictures to sit right.
Camouflage,
Holding steady, hiding in plain sight.
Sabotage,
Idle hands can’t keep these loose screws tight.
No collage, no collage,
no collage, no.
The mirage,
Forcing me to walk towards it every night.
No collage,
We can’t mix the pictures to sit right.
Camouflage,
Holding steady, hiding in plain sight.
Sabotage,
Idle hands can’t keep these loose screws tight.
No collage, no collage,
no collage, no collage.
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4. |
Something Cool
03:39
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I hope something cool will happen,
Like a dream I’ve idealised
will pan out in real life,
I want to be known for something,
And hopefully it’s something nice, yeah.
Nobody stays young forever,
My eyesight was graphic,
now I’m wearing glasses.
I never did pull the lever,
I have a habit to freeze in place.
Hearing the voice of a god,
Telling me I’m a dog,
So I sit, roll and shake.
To acknowledge my place.
I’m begging for something good.
I’m begging for something now.
I couldn’t wait til we grew up,
‘Til I realised up’s on the way out.
So now I’m lookin’ for the warning signs,
Reading every side effect and news headline,
Wishing I could travel to a simpler time,
Maybe I should meditate? I just wanna levitate,
Float away from every single warning sign,
Daily horoscope and every news headline,
Wishing I could travel to a simpler time,
Maybe I should meditate? I just wanna levitate,
Float my way through doors I rarely use.
Praying that they lead to bigger rooms.
I’d love to get old together,
If our planet allows it,
But I’m starting to doubt it,
Which axis should I tether?
Reality depends on where I’m faced.
Reading the lips of a snake,
Telling me my mistakes,
Although I fell through the fog,
I knew the end all along.
I’m begging for something good.
I’m begging for something now.
I couldn’t wait til we grew up,
‘Til I realised up’s on the way out.
So now I’m lookin’ for the warning signs,
Reading every side effect and news headline,
Wishing I could travel to a simpler time,
Maybe I should meditate? I just wanna levitate,
Float away from every single warning sign,
Daily horoscope and every news headline,
Wishing I could travel to a simpler time,
Maybe I should meditate? I just wanna levitate,
Float my way through doors I rarely use.
Praying that they lead to bigger rooms.
Float my way through doors I rarely use.
Praying that they lead to bigger rooms.
Float my way through doors I rarely use.
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5. |
Skip To The Good Part
03:32
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When can I skip to the good part?
Where everyone I know is
healthy and they’re happy.
I want to see my love ones get married,
No more friends getting buried.
I want to kiss like it’s my first time,
As if my lips were only
ever meant to lock with yours,
And knock down every door,
I couldn’t get through before.
A world where we take time,
But we’re never late.
A world where we take time,
But we’re never late.
A world where we take time,
And we feel more than just fine.
A world where we take time,
But we’re never late.
Is this the middle of the good part?
Too focused looking forward,
I didn’t even see it start.
All my time on this planet,
Nearly taken for granted.
Is this the middle of the good part?
Too focused looking forward,
I didn’t even see it start.
All my time on this planet,
Nearly taken for granted.
But not anymore.
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Talk Heavy Brisbane, Australia
Blending ferocity and melancholy, Talk Heavy are Meanjin’s next big heart-on-sleeve export with an emotionally charged
combination of alternative rock, pop-punk and emo.
Matt - Vox/Guitar
Pat - Guitar/Vox
Tayla - Bass/Vox
Beej - Drums/Vox
New single 'The Montreal Screwjob' out now!
LISTEN HERE: gyro.to/themontrealscrewjob
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