Cellophane

Red Coat

Seems like you’ve had a bad day
Straighten up your back it’s ballet
Sitting on my lap, no back pain
Say you’d never have it that way     

Think we’d better take the back way
Can’t be too safe, you say ‘lame’
Don’t want this to be our last day
But we end up on the freeway
Open me up like sachet
Like I’m going out of date
Make up the rules you mandate
Can’t hate,
Can't wait til' you’re picking me up on Saturday
That face make me feel like I got back-paid

Seems like you’ve had a bad day
Straighten up your back it’s ballet
Sitting on my lap, no back pain
Say you’d never have it that way

You been working so long in the sun
No one I know
Banking up as many sick days as you
And you lost count what you’ve accrued
But don't go feeling too stupid
You’re just being you,
It’s subduing 
Yeah you threw cold water all over my face 
Shake up my world, 
You're Lois Lane 
But you’re saving my world 
Can you hand me the spade?
Cos’ I’m paving the way
For this nation

Seems like you’ve had a bad day
Straighten up your back it’s ballet
Sitting on my lap, no back pain
Say you’d never have it that way

Freeway prod. Sadie

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Red Coat [LIVE]

OK ft. Gymie

True, Hope You Don't Believe In Hell

The River

In The End - Linkin Park [Live]

House On Fire prod. Sadie

Cellophane [REMIX]

Pool prod. Sadie

Laminated Fire

Posture

The Guy ft. Gymie

BONUS: Posture [Version 2] prod. Sadie

Haven't Said Yes, Yet

BONUS: Posture [Live]

WOAH, SIR

This song was recorded and written in my backyard studio/dungeon, amidst the colossal smoke cloud that covered Melbourne entirely caused by the Victorian bushfires. It was the day our Prime Minister had left for a vacation to Hawaii to leave his country as it burned and many others perished. I don't write political songs, but as I recorded Tom's guitar at my desk looking at the orange smoke that filled my backyard, I couldn't help but feel like directing my frustration through this song. This is the first description I've properly filled out for unearthed so I hope somebody can read this and understand my feelings at the time I wrote this song.

BEHAVIOURS

Big chats with chosen words
Bass phat, so low, preferred
Blunt fat, I blow the herbs
Big racks, I drop the dirt

Put me in the bin so the next lady doesn't have to pick me up off the ground
Hope I'm not too hopeful - don't want to end up in lost and found.
I can't believe what just came out your mouth
Don’t think you understand what you're saying
That’s not the shit that I’m about
You know there's a price tag and you're paying

Big chats with chosen words
Bass phat, so low, preferred
Blunt fat, I blow the herbs
Big racks, I drop the dirt
Big chats with chosen words
Bass phat, so low, preferred
Blunt fat, I blow the herbs
Big racks, I drop the dirt

Think you're better off telling a lie
So I didn't even know that
You did me wrong, you did me wrong and
It's time I stop choosing to wait,
For dust to blow away, I think I'd better clean, yeah

Turn illusions into reality
Cos' this ain't good enough for me

Big chats with chosen words
Bass phat, so low, preferred
Blunt fat, I blow the herbs
Big racks, I drop the dirt
Big chats with chosen words
Bass phat, so low, preferred
Blunt fat, I blow the herbs
Big racks, I drop the dirt

Chosen Words

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