1. |
Boulevard
03:32
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I never do my nails
I stay out of the sun
I never get invited
No one ever comes
Lost direction
In the vacuum and the fog
Just a Kleenex box and some Lithium
I'm a call back that never comes
You won't see my star on the boulevard
In the gilded age of the cinema
I got so many roles
Fan love and a burgeoning career
I remember everything with a silver tear
Now I'm a bit part
I'm a call back that never comes
You won't see my star on the boulevard
Hey boy bring me that bottle
Hey where'd he go
Tell me flattering lies
Hey boy bring be that bottle
Hey where'd he go
Tell me flattering lies
And I wake alone
In a black cell
I never had any children
I need a cigarette
Hell I need to forget
But can I really go through with it?
Go
Put your make up on
And wear the red gown
But what if no one comes around?
I keep thinking
What if no one comes around?
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2. |
Letting People In
05:23
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Half a million folk just waiting at the station
Got a third class ticket for a mass migration
And their aim is escape with the young and the aching
From a state close to breaking
But they're sleeping on the road
And you should know
There's no danger in letting people in
We've got a history of shame, no mistaking
But we all used to shit in the woods and walk naked
If you ever see a vagrant who's removed from behaviour our society keeps craving and you're getting set to go
Then you should know
There's no danger in letting people in
Judges get appointed by mass corporations
Make decisions for a state who signed a declaration just for capital advantage
While the voters die waiting for the profits to be sold, by the few rich involved
And you should know
There's no danger in letting people in
We're all getting jumpy
There are tremors lying waiting for a civilisation with a need to procreate
I can see the point you're making but I'm terrified to date
I can't afford a baby so I'll probably die alone
And you should know...
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3. |
Underwater
04:17
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What we gonna do tonight?
The city calls but we don't talk
I've never felt less alive
We're building walls by candlelight
When you come home today
I'll test the waters
I'll head for shore
Don't wanna be alone tonight
A stranger called
She'll call again
So what we gonna do tonight?
Keep on waiting for help to come?
Eventually we'll die inside
Too much thought
Too little fight
When you came home today
I drank a bottle
And locked the door
I wanna be alone tonight
You make me worry
You make me cry
Even underwater
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4. |
Crumble
04:24
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There's something wonderful
Coming from the sky
To keep us up all night
My eyelids crumble
Yours are red and dry
Turn on the outdoor light
It's time to shake up both our lives
Come out baby
Don't be afraid to die
We'll be awake all night
Our bodies crumble
It's time to say goodbye
Out in the shrinking light
It's been a roller-coaster ride
There's a fire forming overhead
Like amber glowing in an algae bed
And a cloud comes curling over it
As if a giant smoked a cigarette
No more....no more....no more....
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5. |
Late Night Dreamers
03:56
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We don't need a wake up call
All our friends are late night dreamers
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6. |
Oh Great Unknown
04:23
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Oh great unknown
What shall I ask of thee?
Will I find my true love?
And will she bury me?
I am in no hurry
For a life I can't foresee
I'll find a way to be happier and free
Oh great unknown
Whom to this life I'm bound
I refuse your restrictions
And relinquish no ground
I am in no hurry
For a life I can't foresee
I'll find a way to be happier and free
Oh great unknown
What shall I ask of thee?
Will I wait without fortune?
Or succumb to greed?
I am in no hurry
For a life I can't foresee
I'll find a way to be happier and free
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7. |
Vacation
03:41
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Our lives lead us places unknown
Sometimes I'm fine
Then I crumble
Vacation, vacation
Don't make me
In a while
I'm outside
I'll be alone
Days spent writing in your bathrobe
Walk out, wake up
Repeat, cycle
Vacation, vacation
Don't make me
In a while
I'm outside
I'll be alone
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8. |
Teeth In The Sun
05:26
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There's a lack of actual talking
I mean cutting through the shit
If you sit at my table
I can show you where to spit
If you don't want disappointment
You can simply disconnect
Or remove all expectation
This will have the same effect
I'm gonna pull and pile me teeth in the sun
Slowly one by one by one
There's a multitude of theories people wish to propagate
Like a steady drip of water
Forcing you to stay awake
If the graveyard is full
We can digitise the stones
Make a list of all the mourners
Send a picture to their phones
I'm gonna pull and pile me teeth in the sun
Slowly one by one by one
We were speaking of survival
And the different ways we cope
All the things that make us anxious
Then you talked about the goat
How your fear was manifested
How your feet had been exposed
How the salt had brought it closer
How it fed upon your toes
I'm gonna pull and pile me teeth in the sun
Slowly one by one by one
There's an image going round
One where people got their heads held down
And now I've seen it I'm inclined
Too feel complicit
As if I had conspired
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9. |
Adrianne
07:21
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What is your name?
What does it matter?
I can't begin to think in all this lightning
Once I could swim
That's all I remember
Don't try to connect me
I feel the pieces binding
We'll call her Adrianne
Here in this crowd of fresh coloured prisms
We're not your friends
But that doesn't mean we're hiding
What's in the bottle?
Magnesium water
Come back to ground
The look in your eyes is frightening
Adrianne
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Bliss Creek Berlin, Germany
Bliss Creek is the side project of Berlin based/NZ displaced artist Richie Setford. A project that was birthed in the
Garageband software of a 2004 Mac Book Pro. In a dogmatic approach to songwriting, Richie decided to limit myself to working exclusively 'in the box', utilising the internal laptop mic for any vocal or acoustic instrumentation.
A stained glass dream wave for long attention spans.
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