A song i made after eating Midis Mums delicious garlic bread.

Ya Mums Garlic Bread

Why don't you miss me?

Peaceful the World Lays Me Down Lullaby

Sore Loser

“It’s not a cut, it’s just a shave
It’s not blood, it’s just the pain
Coming to the surface of your skin
When you feel the walls keep closing in…”

“It ain’t the burn, it’s just the flame
It’s not the world, it’s just your brain
Picking up on the cycle of this hell,
Just keep smilin’ man, you’re doing well!”

“But all I see is red & white and blue,
When all I want is black and white and you”

Why can’t we just have nice shit anymore? Maybe we never did?
I don’t fuckin know. I don’t think anyone knows. Or if they do, they’re either hiding it or lying about it. 

Those small moments with the people that you love. Like, ACTUALLY love. Sitting. Talking. Not talking. Drinking tea. Drinking 7 bottles of red wine and smoking 27 cigarettes. Shots of tequila on a sunny afternoon. Looking at the news in disbelief AGAIN. Sunset on your front porch with an out-of-date beer you found in the back of your fridge knowing you have $1 in your bank account, and it being OK for a fucking SECOND before the noise kicks in again. Car is out of rego. Licence is suspended cuz you didn’t pay the fine, your car being on the street and out of rego. What the actual fuck.

What’s the point? 
There is no point. It’s just the same shit over and over, again. 

But it’s not that. I mean it is, but it’s also not that, at all. Two truths can exist in the same world, like many versions of ourselves exist in every single decision we make and therefore every millisecond of everyday. 

The calm and the fuckin chaos. Are you allowed to have both? Are you supposed to? Gimme something black & white. Gimme something simple for once.

Black and White and You

Stacy

Cut back

My friend (and son) Sungy gets too comfortable with how he addresses me (his dad). Sometimes... just shut da mouf.

PSDM (Sungy Diss)

More Rural

That's Entertainment

By Ol'mate (Me) Lyrics:
Verse 1
You told me something in confidence and i grew a little over confident.
I wish i knew then as i know now what that really meant.
'Cause now there's so much drama. I guess they call that karma.
'Cause it was what i did that got us in the state we're in.

Pre-Chorus
Excuse my Ignorance, it's not a plea for my innocence
Excuse my ignorance, 'may have been dropped as an infant
Excuse my ignorance, it's alright if you think me an idiot
Excuse my ignorance, it's not a plea for my innocence (cause)

Chorus
I'm not a good friend, assume that i'm at it again and
(I'm) not one to depend on, always seem to get it wrong
And I'm sorry my friend (I) can't say it won't happen again 
i'll do all i can do to make it up to you
You'll see, i'll make it up to you (repeat)

Bridge
I would rather for you to not trust me, and for me to prove you wrong
Than for you to trust me and for me to let you down
I would rather for you to not trust me, and for me to prove you wrong
Than for you to trust me and for me to write this song (to Chorus)

Stacy

SAINT // BOGAN

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