I can force the rejects of your party to adhere
I can fill your foes with fear
I can stop the tears from getting caught out in the rain
I can take away your pain
I, me, you - now
Give me your word
(I need you)
So he was gone, keep your tongue
(Don't let me go)

Friends you know, they come and go
Shoot them down and watch them roll
You can run into the woods
I'll be there to claim your goods
Climb so high you can't get down
Holes in fences, roundabouts
You won't shake me off or take me down

I can make the paper that you're reading disappear
I can turn your father from blind to a seer
I can save a table with a seat for a fee
I can stop your eyes from dancing, make them look at me

I, me, you - now

Friends you know, they come and go
Shoot them down and watch them roll
You can run into the woods
I'll be there to claim your goods
Climb so high you can't get down
Holes in fences, roundabouts
You won't shake me off or take me down

Michelle Lam - Piano, keyboards, co-writer
Ollie Iacono - Drums
Aidan Maizels - write/perform/produce/record/mix
Frances Inguillo - Mastering

Thanks to Idge for lending his glockenspiel and to Neil for lending his autoharp

The Fixer

I can't believe my ears
You're acting like a fool
The limits we set you haven't me
Now there's no way back from here

Holding your head up high
Trying to work out why
People you know have turned into foes
Because of this

Ooh you're gonna cry
Because you know that Will must die
Ooh you're gonna cry
Because you know that Will must die

Head buried in the sand
Jump with nowhere to land
Can't work it out, your head's full of doubt
While you think you're so grand

Thinking yourself so wise
Cutting us down to size
Sick of your lies and all this despise
Will lead to your demise

Ooh you're gonna cry
Because you know that Will must die
Ooh you're gonna cry

Ooh you're gonna cry
Because you know that Will must die
Ooh you're gonna cry

Michelle Lam - Organ, synth
Ollie Iacono - Drums
Pete Stathopoulos - Co-lead vocals on the choruses
Aidan Maizels - write/perform/produce/record/mix
Frances Inguillo - Mastering

Will Must Die

All of my friends meet down at the pub
Placing our bets and judging our wives
Elders get louder, young-'uns get poor
No ladies in sight willing to lie

All the men shouting
Virtual horses
All this is witnessed
Down at the pub
Spending our hours
Under the sun
Makes me forget that
I wanna die

Scull a quick pint or drop in for hours
Lose your mind pacely down at the pub
Blowing your paycheck sucking up poison
All this and less down at the pub

Lose your love
Ignore your bub
Tuck into grub
Pay up you scrub
Rub a dub
Down at the pub

Ornament

Down at the Pub

I went into town
But they didn't have what I wanted
So I went to the jungle
Went to the jungle

The jungle was hard
Nothing I needed to afford
Never relaxing
Too much work no reward
And it made me angry
And it made me angry

So I went back to town
But I'm still in the jungle
(Still in the jungle)
I went back to town
(Back to town)
But I'm still in the jungle
(Still in the jungle)
Back in town
But I'm still in the jungle

Played by the rules so much
I cannot recall
What they were talking about
Whenever, at all
Something organic
Easy to control
Watching you
Like it's the last time you'll be seen

Trying to find a solemn moment
To think about the jungle again
Asking my friends to remember
And even asking to pretend
They all say it didn't happen
Short of saying that I lied
Never really had a problem
Never really justified

Played by the rules so much
I cannot recall
What they were talking about
Whenever, at all
Something organic
Easy to control
Watching you
Like it's the last time you'll be seen

Drums, co-write - Ollie Iacono
Everything else - Aidan Maizels

To the Jungle

I don't want to see you
Firm in your feign
I know what you're feeling
Bruised and dismay(ed)

Trying to show the sun your eyes
Tower of Babel crumbl[es/ing]

I know what you're thinking
He's good for me
Once you get to know Her
Then you will see

Let me slither up your arm
Take a bite, get into your skin

Sick of being early
Sick of being brave
Sick of receiving
Sick of your game
Sick of being patient
Sick of taking time to get it right, I just wanna move

Think you've got the questions
Ooh you're so tough
Please take my suggestion
and Shut the [?] up
Said your piece and had your way
Now it's time, let it go

Thought that I was going well
Thought that I was clean
Thought I had a purpose
Thought I was pristine
Thought I kicked my habits
Thought for just a second I was worth it 'till you died on that hill

Drums - Ollie Iacono
Everything else - Aidan Maizels

Slither

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Ollie Iacono - drums, percussion
Aidan Maizels - everything else

Abyss

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Ollie Iacono - drums
Aidan Maizels - everything else 

Lyrics:

There are fish in the sea, but you're so juicy and big
There are fish in the sea, but you're so juicy and big

Can't throw you back and I don't really care
I've had a taste and I don't wanna share
But you look so beautiful when you swim...

I'm cracking and peeling, but you know how to quench my thirst
I'm cracking and peeling, but you know how to quench my thirst

Can't throw you back and I don't really care
I've had a taste and I don't wanna share
But you look so beautiful when you swim...

Juicy Fish

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Ollie Iacono - organ, drums
Aidan Maizels - everything else 

Lyrics:

Girl you know you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen and I wanna make you mine
I look into your eyes and it blows my mind and opens an interstellar portal that transports me across the universe and s***
You're the first thing I wake up thinking about, the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and everything in between
But there's one foreseeable scenario that may change all this...

I'd think about you every day, unless I got shot
I'd think about you every day, unless I got shot girl

I've never been shot once before in my life but to my understanding there's a tremendous amount of pain
Even if I got shot in the leg I'd be preoccupied with other things than your pretty face and what you mean to me
If I got shot in the torso I'd be struggling to stay conscious as I'd be bleeding out pretty fast
And if I got shot in the head then you can consider me as good as instantly dead, I ain't thinking about you no more!

I'd think about you every day, unless I got shot
I'd think about you every day, unless I got shot girl
Yeah I'd think about you every day, if I didn't get shot
Ooh I'd think about you every day, if I don't get shot

Unless

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Jack Whu - flute
Ollie Iacono - drums, organ
Aidan Maizels - everything else 

Lyrics:

They asked me where I'd be on a perfect day
I've had them before, so I can truly say

that Every day is perfect with you
Every day is perfect with you
But that doesn't mean I'll never be blue

Never doubt my choice or go back to then
I don't know I should ever think to pretend

cos Every day is perfect with you
Cos every day is perfect with you
Cos every day is perfect with you
And that doesn't mean I'll never be blue

I open up to you and I can't explain why it's so easy
I can hold your hand, I can throw out the plan, I can take a stand
I can be the man I can

Cos every day is perfect with you
Cos every day is perfect with you
Cos every day is perfect with you
Cos every day is perfect with you
But that doesn't mean I'll never be blue
Every day I feel a bit blue
But every day is worth it with you

2RU