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Air Freshener
03:23
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I think I’m gonna live inside my closet
‘Cause I don’t feel like ever coming out
I do not like how people think we’re all the same
‘Cause being’ different is what I’m all about
I think I’m gonna live inside my closet
‘Cause I don’t feel like ever coming out
There is no point of living in here or out with them
‘Cause it doesn’t matter whether I speak or shout
I am so tired of living in what these people call life
How can we be ourselves if who we are is not what they like?!
I think I’m gonna move away to Scotland
Purely in the hopes of seeing hot men in kilts
Wonder if I can walk around with a leaf blower
So when I see these Scotsmen I will really get thrills
People’s minds are so complex - how can people say we show all our spots -
Like I’m gonna spill the beans when we first meet - you must be nuts!
I think I’m gonna try to think of one thing each day
That is good about my life so each day won’t feel bland
And I think that I might call everyone I respect miss and mister
So then just maybe we’ll all know where we stand
Not even god will save me
Falling fast with no place to land
Working through this world day by day
Would be easier if someone just gave me a hand!
I hope it’s out of my head now
Been sung into your head somehow
Now all I have left to worry about is moving my closet to Scotland
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2. |
Without Sight
02:37
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Excuse me sir is it me or does it appear like I am walking under a cloud?
It just seems to me that there’s this little tint of grey to all that I see and say
I want to wind down the window of my life and see all the colours that I’m missing
Excuse me miss, do you feel free?
Or do you have this feeling there’s somewhere else that you’d rather be?
Do you feel that you’re stressing yourself?
To please all of those who have had such a positive effect on you?
I think we will grow and become more miserable than you could ever know!
And you want to curse the skies above
For ever thinking you could believe in love
I hope we will see, before it’s too late to miss that perfect opportunity
We will learn from our mistakes
And stop acting like a bunch of fakes
I’m afraid of the shadows
The plain field is too bright
When will I get the feeling that everything will be just right?
That’s clearly not going to happen over night.
We might as well have been born without sight.
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3. |
Stay Here
04:13
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Dreamily I look into the bright blue sky
Green grass swaying softly in the breeze
Puffs of cotton candy float across my eyes
As I hear the whispers of the trees
Someone is calling me
From my dream sphere
But why leave my dreams
When I can stay here
Flowers in the meadow spread a soft perfume
Somewhere in the distance is a song
As the night comes over, flowers start to bloom
I decide that I will sing along
Real life is calling me
But why face my fear
And why leave my dreams
When I can stay here
Jellyfish are glowing right beneath the foam
Glow gems are embedded in the earth
I can taste a sweetness in the air as I roam
Just to let you know for what it’s worth
Someone is trying to
Wake me it’s clear
But why leave my dreams
When I can stay here
The sand is soft and silky in between my toes
The waves are rolling gently on the ground
This place makes me happy and I’m sure it shows
‘Cause nine times out of ten, here I’ll be found
Real life is telling me
To make this place disappear
But why leave my dreams
When I can stay here
Just like a home, to me
This place is dear
So why leave my dreams
When I can stay here?
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4. |
Bad Dreams
03:08
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It’s seven o-clock in the morning, as my feet hit the floor,
My brain tells me to keep on walking, as I head for the door.
I’ll drink a glass of water, as my throats a little sore,
‘Cause though I would never admit it, I think I might snore.
In a minute I’ll be playing live and, I’m tying up my shoes,
My bassist is tuning next to me, before riffin’ out the blues.
I’ll put my hat and I’ll waltz on, to a rhythm that I chose,
Shame I forgot to put clothes on, now it’s all on the news.
Chorus
These are bad dreams I’m in,
‘Cause I know the feelin’,
And it’s clear to see that things aren’t what they seem.
These are bad dreams, I’m sure
Because I’ve had ‘em before,
And it’s obvious that I won’t sleep no more.
I’m flying so high in the sky, and my ears start to pound.
It’s from all the air rushing by me, as it blocks out all sound.
I have no flying equipment, and no magic I’ve found,
My stomach jolts in my body, as I fall to the ground.
I’m running for my life now, and I’m feelin’ very scared,
A manic dog is behind me with all sharp teeth bared.
Frankly if I turned around now, I would be unprepared,
So I will continue to run so, my life might be spared.
I’m sure I’m not the only one,
Who’s never had much fun, with dreams that never went their way.
And I’m sure the day will come,
When we’ll listen to our mum, when she turns around to say
These are bad dreams you’re havin’,
‘Cause I can see you reelin’,
And it’s obvious it’s something that you’ve ate.
These are bad dreams, I’m sure
Because you’ve had ‘em before,
And I hope you’ve learned, to never eat cheese after four.
But I’ve heard it all before –Baaah, dah, bah dum bah, duh-duh.
I think I’ll have to risk it, yes I’ll have to risk it once more.
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5. |
Underlying Tune
02:44
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Do you believe what you can see?
I know I’m a maverick of my own stupidity
But this is me
And I know without out a certain sense of clarity
This is what I’ll be
‘Cause it’s against you I will place the bet
I don’t know myself well enough yet
I know how much you’d like to see from the other side
Well open wide to see your soul
I was only a note then but now I’m a melody
And you can’t hear that clearly
I’m not the type
Who gives the underlying tine
I do not like
To be figured out so soon
I can’t believe
You can’t conceive
The idea that there’s something more
You can’t perceive and I cannot grieve
That I am gladly going to close this door
Because I have been here before
When I was standing so tall
And the pain is raw
Please don’t break down my wall
‘Cause in the end this is about
Me with my heart hanging out.
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6. |
Light
03:31
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Isn’t it funny how you say to me
My hands are always cold
And yet I can never see
Us together old
And it don’t make sense
‘Cause we are meant to be
No laughs at your expense
But we might live life separately
And I don’t mean to be morbid
It’s just how the hamster can run -
I’m not saying you aren’t fun!
And if we break up it’s nothing I did
I don’t like to start a fight
I guess you’re right
I’ll try to keep my thoughts … light
As we walk down to the river
To see the sunset glow
I will hold you so you don’t shiver
But where my mind is – you don’t know!
And I don’t pretend
My thoughts are where they should be
And I won’t defend
When you turn to attack me
To think of what our kids might look like
Scares me half to death -
Not saying your looks don’t take away my breath!
And if you want, we’ll go see a psych
I’ll speak the truth – well I might
I guess you’re right
I need to keep my thoughts light
Looking forward to see nothing
Frightens me much more -
But it’s you I adore!
And I’d rather there be something
So, I’ll try not to use my foresight
And think things bright
Take a leap and do what’s right
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7. |
Little Things
03:20
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Pick up my feet, singin’ the same old tune
Cannot believe that I will see you soon
And baby-oh-baby when I see your face
All of my doubts will go without a trace
You light me up in a way
That makes the darkest shades of grey
Brighten up
You brighten up my day
Feeling so good, playing with silhouettes
Better than finding change at the laundrettes
You can’t compare the material things
To those feelings, that tug at your heart strings
I think I might have to say
You make the sadder things that weigh
Lighten up
You lighten up my day
When I’m feeling low – they give me wings
Nothing of cost – just what life brings
They bring me joy, these little things
They brighten up my day
They light up the way
Having something that makes you stand out,
Finding someone you give a damn about
Smelling something that you can’t quite track
But fills you with memories a long way back
And when I need to clear my blues
I simply need to hear good news, to
Lighten up
Lighten up my day
Walking along, finding shells on the sand
Things that I organised go just as planned
Though all of these things aren’t considered worthwhile
It’s the little things that make me smile
And when I’m outa sorts and stressed
These things will do their very best, to
Brighten up
Brighten up my day
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8. |
Wondering
04:58
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I have a pumpkin soup coloured shirt
My clean washing has fallen in the dirt
Left my lunch and keys inside again
Good thing that my neighbour is also my friend
But I’m wondering
If it was worth gettin’ out of bed
‘Cause I’d rather be
Nice and warm, safe at home instead
The car won’t start and I’ve just missed the bus
I’d try the bike but that thing - I don’t trust
Even though my day has barely begun
I am pretty much thinkin’ that I am done
And I’m wondering
If it was worth gettin’ out of bed
‘Cause I’d rather be
Nice and warm, safe at home instead
Run ‘round the corner and barely make the train
When I get out it begins to rain
Watch as my coat slowly drives away
Typical that I chose to wear white today
And I’m wondering
If it was worth gettin’ out of bed
‘Cause I’d rather be
Clean and dry, in my home instead
I just make it – two minutes to spare
Open the door and notice no ones there
I ask the cleaner if it’s what I fear
He smiles and confirms that no one works weekends here
And I so now I know
If it was worth gettin’ out of bed
And I could have been
Clean and dry, in my home instead
And though each day is glorious and new
What are unlucky people supposed to do?
I think that maybe when all is said and done
We can only hope that tomorrow is more fun
I make it home and you have made me lunch
You’ve charged my mobile and I say, ‘thanks a bunch’
So my morning was bad, yes it’s true
But it would be much worse if I did not have you
At least now I know
On weekends I can stay in bed
And it serves me right
It was the day that I had misread
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9. |
My Adelaide
03:31
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Have a song I want you to hear
‘Bout a place that I hold dear
One of which you all have I’m sure
It’s a place you don’t hear much about
Ben Folds had a song but I doubt
He knew much about here at all
He forgot to mention the Beach House
Which he should
Except I am afraid it’s not that good
But he could have bothered
Magic Mountain was a better place
Of better class
Despite its crummy looks it kicked some ass
*Sigh* I guess I’ll have to fill you in
Jetty Road, is where the tram stops
By the beach there are lots of shops
It’s the place I drink coffee most.
Three streets down is the Broadway
It is quiet, except the café
When it’s hot they work through the night
But while the sun is setting we all watch
We might as well
Because it’s not long and they are swell
It gets dark around seven out here
From the balcony of the Hotel Grand
Or if you’re broke
Sunsets are as good on the sand
Or even looking from the Pier
City holds Rundle Mall
Known full well for its metal balls
And nearby, King William Road
The 263 can take you anywhere
All great spots, but not Belair
Though it stops at China Town
At the Central Markets
It is cheap, the food is great
The Fringe is cause to celebrate
Full of humour and the weird
The Festival Theatre is a wondrous place
A different beat
But ‘round the bend is Hindley Street
Great, but not safe after dark
Our Uni and the Library
Are full of our history
And can be found near the Con
‘Cause down here we don’t get much snow
Thebarton is where we’ll go
It’s quite busy at forty degrees
It’s the place that you can bet
I will be and won’t forget
From all the memories that I’ve made
It’s the place I’ve had most fun
Though I’m not one for the sun
My love will never fade
For Adelaide
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10. |
Something More
02:33
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My hands are shaking
My insides are breaking
In this place of calm I will
Seethe.
‘Cause it’s getting stronger
And Closer
And Harder to Breath
Trapped. In the sense of what is real
Of what I’m supposed to feel
But how can I be free, when it’s up to me?
Trapped. In the sense of what is right
But however will I fight?
My hands behind my back,
Just waitin’ till I crack
My ground is quaking
An d my mask is flaking
The calm that I seek
Disappeared!
But I cannot show this,
Besides, who would notice?
This is just what I feared
I am in the unknown
So afraid and inconsequential
Sing softly now.
It is when I’m alone
I can feel almost elemental
Floating somehow
But here in the darkness
I know there’s something more
It reassures me that
Life is worth living for.
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11. |
Pretty Little Thing
05:25
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I hope these pretty little thoughts stay in your pretty little head
But I have some things I want to say that need to be said
Imagination draws us from our windowsill
Encourages our daydreams to bend to our will
It’s something you can fight
Even though it isn’t real
I think you need to grow up now before you learn to feel
I hope these pretty little words stick in your pretty little head
I’d like to think it wasn’t me that shot all your dreams dead
Please, oh please
Where are you now?
I hope these pretty little words stick in your pretty little head
I like to think it wasn’t me who shot all your dreams dead
Please, oh please
Where are you now?
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MIss MOnck Adelaide, Australia
Years passed and MIss MOnck didn't learn a damn thing. She worked on an album that should have taken one year but instead
took seven, and then created another one a year later somehow.
Her first EP was "Yet to be Discovered" her second album is "Still Waiting" and her third album is "Stuff It"... Or "Get Stuffed" I guess it depends on who's reading it.
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