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Sheena Is A Bush Doofer
03:41
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Sheena Is A Bush Doofer
She came and left me on the roof
She came and left
But first I made her bed
Sheena is a Bush Doofer
And she moves to her own drum and bass
And basically I had to go, she said
And we don’t go to parties no more
We just go to weddings and funerals
We don’t go to parties no more, she said
Sheena only plays the hits
Chewing on her fucking lips
She lays me down and puts me all on red
You were fine and I was sick
We took some time
We had a kip
And basically she had a bit and ran
And we don’t go to parties no more
We just go to weddings and funerals
We don’t go to parties no more, she said
She doesn’t like songs that have guitars
So you’re not gonna like this one
I feel the spark floating out my head She calls to say
I don’t feel the rush
And do you feel the same?
I don’t
She doesn’t like songs that have guitars
So you’re not gonna like this one
I feel the spark floating out my head
She calls to say
I don’t feel the rush
And do you feel the same?
She doesn’t like songs that have guitars
So you’re not gonna like this one
I feel the spark
And I can hardly
Hold the phone
Like the pain you keep in your eyes
Cause you can’t even trust this one
But you know I might
Sheena likes to look at stars
And it’s not looking good for ours
Did we leave things so I could sort my head?
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2. |
Sunbake Cemetery
03:46
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Finally I know that you can sunbake on tombstones
Startling I know
And you can mean anything you want
Or you could follow your nose
And you’ll keep on dying on a Tuesday
Right there it shows
You’ve been keeping up like a fruit bat
Sleep like a fruit bat fool.
And have another Brooklyn
You know
And we can sunbake on tombstones
Right off the bat
You can’t keep it up
Keep it up
We can eat now.
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like you said
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like you wanted
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like they said
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Finally you go
A fake backbone will make you do one
I lost my tact
And you can mean anything you want
You said I could follow you No
But you can keep on crying when it’s over
Right there it shows
You’ve been keeping up like a fruit bat
Sleep like a fruit bat fool
(You’ve been keeping up)
Fool
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like you said
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like you wanted
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like they said
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
(I swear I can’t be wrong I heard it all along
When you open up Your...)
I swear I can’t be wrong
I heard it all along
When you open up your down pointed gun
(I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like you said
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like you wanted
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head
Like they said
I’ve been tuning out the voices in my head)
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I met you on your birthday yeah
You were acting thirsty.
I read about your haircut,
You were blurring early.
They fell in Oakland but
But no one told them.
If we’re If we’re out to get you
Then how come we lost you?
I got the last five seconds,
Now I’m ready to breath.
I got to let you in,
You’re somebody I need.
I got the last five seconds,
Now I’m ready to know,
I got to let my body go.
Nobody cares when you’re dead,
I was alone in my head.
That’s a dangerous place to be.
When everyone looks like me.
I wanted all of this
But I was so lonely.
And we
We talk about our old life
With this crass film and distance.
They fell in love in Berghain
and Took pills
And danced all night.
When
When every breaths a funeral,
And the
the people passing bore you.
I got the last five seconds,
Now I’m ready to breath.
I got to let you in,
You’re somebody I need.
I got the last five seconds,
Now I’m ready to know,
I got to let my body go.
You were alone in the bed,
I was alone in my head,
That’s the strangest/the strangers place to meet.
When everyone looks like me.
I wanted all of this,
And you were so lovely.
Out of sorts but out of view.
And the People passing warned you.
I got the last five seconds,
Now I’m ready to breath.
I got to let you in,
You’re somebody I need.
I got the last five seconds,
Now I’m ready to know,
I got to let my body go.
Fall apart in open spaces,
Tie me up with my own laces.
He said,
You were right to leave me honey
I would leave me too.
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4. |
Post Madonna
03:11
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You left your car keys in the door
And your dick in the sink
You let the water run too hot
Poured us something to drink
It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like heaven
Then the waves come back
And turn into men
I was the lone range rider and not your friend
I was a post Madonna in bed
You left your cocaine in your pants
Threw it all in the wash
At least for now you are all clean
Came out pink like your socks
It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like hell
And then the waves come back
And begin to yell
I was a romance writer under your spell
I was a post Madonna in bed
I’ll call back to you
Just like you want
I’ll call back to you
Just like you want
If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to the fore to the start
If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to you just like you want
You asked somebody to arrive
Bet you nobody came
You borrowed my suede jacket
Wore it out in the rain
It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like heaven
And then the waves come back
And turn into men
I was a road rage driver without the shell
I was a post Madonna in bed
It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like hell
And then the waves come back
And begin to yell
I was a road rage driver without the shell
I was a post Madonna in bed
If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to the fore to the start
If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to you just like you want
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5. |
Satellites
04:20
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I like the ways you shattered in my world
Glass on the bed
You finally broke my girl
And god only knows it
On our own
The saddest ones to come
And god only knows it
On our own
We sat before the sun
I love the ways you shadowed in my life
Cold and dissuade
The final satellites
And god only knows it
On our own
The quickest ones to come
And god only knows it
On our own
We sat before the sun
The sun
Shouting from the front door
It’s fucking over
You can tell a lot from what isn’t there I was in corner counting up from Everytime your footsteps hit the stairs
Can you tell your brother it was nice to meet him I was on a call when they wandered in
You can tell a lot from what isn’t missing
Does it chew you up when I let you win?
Barking from the front door
It’s fucking over
You can tell a lot from what isn’t there I was in corner counting up from Everytime your footstep hit the stairs
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Harris Melbourne, Australia
Harris is the solo project of Melbourne musician Noah Harris. Since 2016 he has been the frontman of rock outfit Fan
Girl.
While Fan Girl remains to be a big part of his creative life, Harris has continued to develop a body of work beyond the band’s mould, describing his solo iteration as “naturally confessional” and it “tends to lean on the silly, heartfelt and at times dumb side.”
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