I want to feel like I’m trying
Tell me it’s worth it, please do

I’ll kick up the dust again
Tears in my eyes again
Quieter this time, it’s true

Live in desire but intentions will not get you through
No way to the path, ‘cause I just never saw what they knew

I’m tied to the stake and I’m drowning
Lie and tell me it’s worth it, please do

Faith in the self and I’m
Resting in crowds again
What would I do if I knew

Trying to bleed but I bled all of that blood away
Fingers dug deep but the memory’s starting to fray

Asphodel

Timber

Didn’t sleep at all that first week
Heard the rooftop fans and sirens
The karaoke bar on the doorstep
And the old blue pub on the corner

It didn’t take long ‘till you left it
And the disappointing memories you’d built there
You never took your stuff so I kept it
In a box downstairs in the basement

Get stuck on a rooftop
Push a trolley into the ocean
Throw your trash to the bottom of an 
Unused fire escape

Fell asleep in a t-shirt and blue jeans, 
Woke at 5 still stinking of bourbon
Gig in five minutes at Fu Bar
Ok it’s drum and bass but you’ll love it

Durham Lane in the morning
Dim light coming from High Street
Get up off the bench and walk down to the pier and
Try finding some pancakes

Meet me at Corner Bar
Bring the cigars I’ve got the beanie
This time same as the last we’ll sit and 
Plan our destruction

Ten man street fight on Queen Street 
Dress nice and bring an umbrella
It’s not a flash mob, it’s a street brawl
Gentlemen’s game, not performance

6am beer with the hospo team
Just a short walk from the Cellar
It’s through Myers Park, past the goat statue
And right under Mayoral Drive 

Lost a year or two to the mold
But it was worth it  
It might have been cold, damp, and loud
But it was mine

163 Queen Street

I was driving once, tired, trying to find a place to stay the night. I happened upon a village and found the bar - the only place with lights on. I met some lovely people.

LYRICS

Heard a voice from Kenmare Bay
Drifting through the smoke
I called across the bar to him
He looked down when he spoke

Asked him what took him here,
He told me of his strife
Said “we are built for misery boy”
“There’s no good in this life”

The most important thing
Is what you make yourself forget
Fifty years of bones
It’s time to make yourself forget

He told me he’d forgotten
What made him come this way
But when she took his kids he knew he’d
Never see the bay

Now all he has are quiet days
A shifting winter chill
Music plays, reminds him of his
Home across the hills


The most important thing
Is what you make yourself forget
Fifty years of bones
It’s time to make yourself forget
It’s time to make yourself forget
It’s time to make yourself forget

Make Yourself Forget

Stay awake for a while
Remind yourself you’re fine
Don’t make your bed
You’ll just have to do it again

Thick summer air
Cicadas calling their names
And days full of calm
Just time, and wait, and see


One face for what we know, 
another for what we feel

They’ll wait for you to speak
But I know you’re still waiting for them
They don’t care if you fail
A lifetime will start when you choose

Face to the ground
Spend your time counting the dust
It seems so familiar
But nobody’s been here before

One face for what we know, 
another for what we feel

Better to be angry than weak, 
Better yet to be kind
The only place worth your time
Is the place where you fear to tread

One face for what we know, 
another for what we feel
x2

pgcl