Watermarks on the ceiling
I can see Jesus and he's frowning at me
I see a dead seal on the beach
The old man says he's already saved it three times this week
Guess it just wants to die
I would wanna die too
With people putting oil into my air
But to be fair, I've done my share
Guess everybody's got their different point of view
I was walking down Sunset Strip, Phillip Island, not Los Angeles
Got me some hot chips and a cold drink
Took a sandy seat on the shore
There's a paper on the ground, it makes my headache quite profound
As I read it out aloud
It said "The Great Barrier Reef it ain't so great anymore
It's been raped beyond belief, the dredgers treat it like a whore"
I drank 'til I was sinking, sank 'til I was thinking
That I'm thankful for this view
I drank 'til I was sinking, sank 'til I was thinking
That I'm thankful for this view
We either think that we're invincible or that we are invisible
When realistically we're somewhere in between
We all think that we're nobody but everybody is somebody else's somebody
Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take what you want from me
Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take what you want from me
Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take what you want from me
So take what you want from me [x7]
So take what you want..
Satellites on the ceiling
I can see Jesus and she's smiling at me
All I wanna say is...
Monday, January 9, 2017
Boxing Day Blues lyrics - Courtney Barnett
I know that I let you down
You're not keen on what you found
When's the funeral?
Do you want me to come?
I'm not what you're looking for
My house has an open door
You need a lock and key
I love all of your ideas
You love the idea of me
Lover, I've got no idea
Lover, I've got no idea
Lover, I've got no idea
You're not keen on what you found
When's the funeral?
Do you want me to come?
I'm not what you're looking for
My house has an open door
You need a lock and key
I love all of your ideas
You love the idea of me
Lover, I've got no idea
Lover, I've got no idea
Lover, I've got no idea
Out Of The Woodwork lyrics - Courtney Barnett
I was busy underwater seeing how long I could hold my breath.
A drowning flower caught my eye and I had to come on up for air.
Just because you're older than me, doesn't mean you have to be so condescending.
I still see the same things that you see. I'm a little shady on my history.
I am normally pretty forgiving, but only if you are.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
I noticed you stopped talking to me. Now you're talking to me all the time.
Do you know you're no good at listening? But you're really good at saying everything on your mind.
It must be tiring trying so hard to look like you're not really trying at all.
I guess if you're afraid of aiming too high, then you're not really gonna have too far to fall.
I am normally pretty forgiving, but only if you are.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
Climb aboard the wagon when it comes on through.
Jump on your horse and tell me how's the view.
Look over my shoulder when I talk to you.
Where's the more important person in the room?
A drowning flower caught my eye and I had to come on up for air.
Just because you're older than me, doesn't mean you have to be so condescending.
I still see the same things that you see. I'm a little shady on my history.
I am normally pretty forgiving, but only if you are.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
I noticed you stopped talking to me. Now you're talking to me all the time.
Do you know you're no good at listening? But you're really good at saying everything on your mind.
It must be tiring trying so hard to look like you're not really trying at all.
I guess if you're afraid of aiming too high, then you're not really gonna have too far to fall.
I am normally pretty forgiving, but only if you are.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
She's so easy.
Climb aboard the wagon when it comes on through.
Jump on your horse and tell me how's the view.
Look over my shoulder when I talk to you.
Where's the more important person in the room?
Don't Apply Compression Gently lyrics - Courtney Barnett
Tell me what you're thinking, what you're thinking about
Tell me when you're finished - maybe I'll come around
Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground
I don't have to tell you what I'm thinking about
You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it
Better off dead than the hell that will become of it
You have hurt my head but I'm not denying
That I did not bring it on myself
I take pieces of myself from everyone around me
I'm not individual enough for you
I replicate the people I admire
But at least I'm not bitter and sad, bitter and sad
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
Tell me when you're finished - maybe I'll come around
Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground
I don't have to tell you what I'm thinking about
You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it
Better off dead than the hell that will become of it
You have hurt my head but I'm not denying
That I did not bring it on myself
I take pieces of myself from everyone around me
I'm not individual enough for you
I replicate the people I admire
But at least I'm not bitter and sad, bitter and sad
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you
Avant Gardener lyrics - Courtney Barnett
I sleep in late
Another day
Oh what a wonder
Oh what a waste.
It’s a Monday
It’s so mundane
What exciting things
Will happen today?
The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and
I guess the neighbors must think we run a meth lab
We should amend that
I pull the sheets back
It’s 40 degrees
And i feel like I'm dying.
Life’s getting hard in here
So i do some gardening
Anything to take my mind away from where it’s supposed to be.
The nice lady next door talks of green beds
And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them
I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.
Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.
I feel pro-active
I pull out weeds
All of a sudden
I’m having trouble breathing in.
I’m having trouble breathing in.
I’m having trouble breathing in.
I’m having trouble breathing in.
My hands are shaky
My knees are weak
I can’t seem to stand
On my own two feet
I’m breathing but I'm wheezing
Feel like I'm emphysemin’
My throat feels like a funnel
Filled with weet bix and kerosene and
Oh no, next thing i know
They call up triple o
I’d rather die than owe the hospital
Till I get old
I get adrenalin
Straight to the heart
I feel like Uma Thurman
Post-overdosing kick start
Reminds me of the time
When i was really sick and i
Had too much psuedoefedryn and i
Couldn’t sleep at night
Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent
He’s probably wondering what i’m doing getting in an ambulance
The paramedic thinks I'm clever cos i play guitar
I think she’s clever cos she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic
Should’ve stayed in bed today
I much prefer the mundane.
I take a hit from
An asthma puffer
I do it wrong
I was never good at smoking bongs.
I’m not that good at breathing in.
I’m not that good at breathing in.
I’m not that good at breathing in.
Another day
Oh what a wonder
Oh what a waste.
It’s a Monday
It’s so mundane
What exciting things
Will happen today?
The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and
I guess the neighbors must think we run a meth lab
We should amend that
I pull the sheets back
It’s 40 degrees
And i feel like I'm dying.
Life’s getting hard in here
So i do some gardening
Anything to take my mind away from where it’s supposed to be.
The nice lady next door talks of green beds
And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them
I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.
Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.
I feel pro-active
I pull out weeds
All of a sudden
I’m having trouble breathing in.
I’m having trouble breathing in.
I’m having trouble breathing in.
I’m having trouble breathing in.
My hands are shaky
My knees are weak
I can’t seem to stand
On my own two feet
I’m breathing but I'm wheezing
Feel like I'm emphysemin’
My throat feels like a funnel
Filled with weet bix and kerosene and
Oh no, next thing i know
They call up triple o
I’d rather die than owe the hospital
Till I get old
I get adrenalin
Straight to the heart
I feel like Uma Thurman
Post-overdosing kick start
Reminds me of the time
When i was really sick and i
Had too much psuedoefedryn and i
Couldn’t sleep at night
Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent
He’s probably wondering what i’m doing getting in an ambulance
The paramedic thinks I'm clever cos i play guitar
I think she’s clever cos she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic
Should’ve stayed in bed today
I much prefer the mundane.
I take a hit from
An asthma puffer
I do it wrong
I was never good at smoking bongs.
I’m not that good at breathing in.
I’m not that good at breathing in.
I’m not that good at breathing in.
History Eraser lyrics - Courtney Barnett
I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets but luckily i left the heater on.
And in my dreams i wrote the best song that i’ve ever written…can’t remember how it goes.
I stayed drunk and fell awake and i was cycling on a plane and far away i heard you say you liked me.
We drifted to a party – cool. The people went to arty school. They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
I found an ezra pound and made a bet that if i found a cigarette i’d drop it all and marry you.
Just then a song comes on: “you can’t always get what you want” – the rolling stones, oh woe is we, the irony!
The stones became the moss and once all inhibitions lost, the hipsters made a mission to the farm.
We drove by tractor there, the yellow straw replaced our hair, we laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth.
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
You said “we only live once” so we touched a little tongue, and instantly i wanted to…
I lost my train of thought and jumped aboard the Epping as the doors were slowly closing on the world.
I touched on and off and rubbed my arm up against yours and still the inspector inspected me.
The lady in the roof was living proof that nothing really ever is exactly as it seems.
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
We caught the river boat downstream and ended up beside a team of angry footballers.
I fed the ducks some krill then we were sucked against our will into the welcome doors of the casino.
We drank green margaritas, danced with sweet senoritas, and we all went home as winners of a kind.
You said “I guarantee we’ll have more fun, drink till the moon becomes the sun, and in the taxi home I’ll sing you a triffids song!”
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
And in my dreams i wrote the best song that i’ve ever written…can’t remember how it goes.
I stayed drunk and fell awake and i was cycling on a plane and far away i heard you say you liked me.
We drifted to a party – cool. The people went to arty school. They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
I found an ezra pound and made a bet that if i found a cigarette i’d drop it all and marry you.
Just then a song comes on: “you can’t always get what you want” – the rolling stones, oh woe is we, the irony!
The stones became the moss and once all inhibitions lost, the hipsters made a mission to the farm.
We drove by tractor there, the yellow straw replaced our hair, we laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth.
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
You said “we only live once” so we touched a little tongue, and instantly i wanted to…
I lost my train of thought and jumped aboard the Epping as the doors were slowly closing on the world.
I touched on and off and rubbed my arm up against yours and still the inspector inspected me.
The lady in the roof was living proof that nothing really ever is exactly as it seems.
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
We caught the river boat downstream and ended up beside a team of angry footballers.
I fed the ducks some krill then we were sucked against our will into the welcome doors of the casino.
We drank green margaritas, danced with sweet senoritas, and we all went home as winners of a kind.
You said “I guarantee we’ll have more fun, drink till the moon becomes the sun, and in the taxi home I’ll sing you a triffids song!”
In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name
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