Within this hostile macabre 
Along the dirty boulevard 
Where the strangers they dream 
You know who the strangers are

Burlesque, those risqué eyes 
Their femme fatale face
By the way they work their hips 
There's no mistaking this place

Bring out the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin

Indulge in the sights for the senses 
Complimentary of our own pretences 
Feed the soul, unite us all 
Within these here walls
This bordello, you call a home

Bring out the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin

Bring out the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin
Feast your eyes on this encore 
An entree, so delightful

Bask in amazement 
Wonderment and applause 
Leave your shoes by the back door
Bring out the pleasure skin Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin 
We love the pleasure
We love the pleasure
We love the pleasure skin

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

The Hurt We Steal

Pleasure Skin

She glanced at me from across the street 
Our eyes locked from afar
She could thaw my frozen heart 
Her body is a work of art

Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash

With legs that travel to her neck 
She moves like no one should
My head between her slender thighs 
A taste of womanhood

Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash 
She stole my heart and took my cash

When I met you I'd fallen deep
Deep in love with you
That's when you decided to have your cake
And eat it too

She's a woman everyone wants 
And everybody needs 
She's never happy with just one 
She'll screw the entire team

Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash 
Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash 
She stole my heart and took my cash

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Dirty Girl

I should never try to conceal the pain 
You know just how I feel
Time and time again

When drowning is my only friend 
And when I turn to the bottle 
You fear for losing me again

A small cluster of stars in the sky 
And as the sun lays down to rest 
And the night closes in

I can't help but while I'm wondering why 
What more could I ever do
What more could I ever do

I don't blame it on you babe No,no,no
I won't blame it on you babe

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on
Lay the blame
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Closing in on solitary time 
And losing ground with you 
Is it such a crime

We can talk until we're blue in the face 
With every hurt we steal
Before we break

I don't blame it on you babe No,no,no
I won't blame it on you babe

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

I don't blame it on you babe No,no,no
I won't blame it on you babe

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on 
Lay the blame Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on 
Lay the blame Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Obloquy

I'm watching the waves, crash upon the shore 
I'm out of my depth, that I know 
I keep searching for answers, not knowing the truth 
Eluding me, her tangible fruit 

Pushing through this dense fog
This feeling of déjà vu
Afraid of the rhetoric corresponds 
As you relinquish your God

Knowing that life could breathe something more
The transubstantiation where the beleaguered fall
We're fighting our battles but we're not alone 
We're windswept and falling like autumn leaves 
Then scattered like ashes out to sea

Pushing through this dense fog
This feeling of déjà vu
Afraid of the rhetoric corresponds 
As you relinquish your God
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 

This feeling of déjà vu 
This feeling of déjà vu 

This feeling of déjà vu 
Pushing through this dense fog
This feeling of déjà vu
Afraid of the rhetoric corresponds 
As you relinquish your guard 
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 
Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh..
This feeling of déjà vu 
Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh..
This feeling of déjà vu
credits

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Déjà Vu

A desolate place
And so your mind plays tricks 
Somehow the road unravels 
Till it all begins to fit
It's gravitational pull
That reels you in
Leaving you constantly spellbound 
And captivated

And though you never really knew at the time 
The thought did cross your mind

I got my suitcase packed 
And a tank full of gas
I got a head full of memories 
That I can't toss back
The road it's winding
And the trip is awful long
And as it all unfolds
Well you choose if you want to come along

And though you never really knew at the time 
The thought did cross your mind

The road is long
And that's the awful ache

There's lines on the mirror A
nd lines on my face 
And as time goes by
I feel my skin slipping away

And though you never really knew at the time 
The thought did cross your mind

The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes) 
The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes)

The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes) 
The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes)

The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes) 
The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes)

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Awful Ache

From what I can see
You're a picture of what you are not 
Behind that mask you wear
A portrait so nonchalant

Why won't you talk to me
Are you afraid what I might see
Let your guard down
Come to me
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home

From what I can tell
Your desire is lacking some trust 
Within those cladded gloves
Your assailant has something I want

Why won't you talk to me
Are you afraid what I might see
Let your guard down
Come to me
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home

Within these corridors
And lightning walls
You lead me through a garden
That bears no fruit
And with a life of provocation
Have me kneel before a congregation 
Lead me through a life of sin
Then have me bleeding out

Why won't you talk to me
Are you afraid what I might see
Let your guard down
Come to me
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home 
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home 
Isabella, I will take you home

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Voodoo Tattoo

Seconds pass 
A thought of you  
The treacle dip  
The honey dew  
With hours spent  
Through all times true  
In tulip fields 
It's yellow hue  
What captivates and leaps thy soul  
Magnified in days of old 
Where we may not be young 
As young as before 
But every bit as fresh as the flowers that grow  
And if within this field thy butterfly should rest  
Let it be upon thy petal where she suckles thy crest  
For out of the millions of flowers she should seek rest  
She would lay beside me in eternal rest  

You walk 
Through the rhythm of silence  
Parading in violence 
In only your dreams  

And you pray 
To the priestess of Sodom  
Sodom Gomorrah 
If only she'd hear  

The falcon's flown 
And on her breeze  
Temptation will not learn  
The open doors  
Philosophy  
Enraging still you yearn  

Open your eyes 
See the door that is ajar  
Closing the endless seed  
How far have we come  

The eastern sky is flayed 
The scorching desert sun 
The powers to be create the rules  
Bishop to c4  

Nightmares 
All but a nightmare  
Wincing with grievance  
Through her triptych pulse  
Nightmares 
All but a shadow  
Shallow and hollow  
Her ever triptych pulse  
Her ever triptych pulse  
Her ever triptych pulse  
Her ever triptych pulse....


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Triptych Pulse

Ooh! Tonight 
Everything is going to be right  
Got the radio on and the top is down  
The sun's over our shoulder Not a soul around  
Ooh! Tonight 
So blessed are these feelings we feel  
We can take things all the way 
I could show you who cares  
We're living in the moment  
Without a care  

Living in this calm state  
With you by my side  
Never in this moment  
Had it felt so right  

Capturing the image dream  
Following through meandering streams  
Louis Vuitton has nothing on you  
You can dress me down baby  
With your cheap perfume  
Ooh! Tonight 
We can oscillate together that's right 
The friction we endure 
That's in and out of love  
Following the essence of the fallen above  

Living in this calm state  
No fire, no ice  
Never in this moment  
We climbed so high  

Waves of rejoice I must confess  
Love that comforts 
Surpass the test 
Colour our heart 
And stoke the fire  
Love can conquer 
The miracle mile  

Ooh! Tonight 
Everything is going to be right  
Got the radio on, it's all that we need  
The driving summer nights 
With the pristine gentle breeze


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Tonight

Creeping in tactile refrained 
She moves like rivers in all terrain 
The sunlight slithered, the splintered rain  
The backdoor withered 'neath the window pane  

And with all that's sequenced, the frequent vibe  
That bites right back between the eyes 
Will leave you hastened and feeling dry  
Your tongue may trip the bed you lie  

Salamander's coming 'round  
She's creeping in without a sound  
Salamander she must partake 
Let the party begin her own clambake  

The cathartic ritual retains desire 
With the burning mysticism, perennial fire  
And though she's moves like water upon thin air  
Her graceful figures found everywhere  

Salamander's coming 'round 
She's moving in now, don't make a sound  
Salamander, your own heart waits  
Let the jury proceed, don't hesitate  

Oh Salamander  
Oh Salamander  
Oh Salamander  

Salamander so transparent 
Her elicit feelings are so apparent 
And while she seeks out a smile don't waste your time  
She'll take to the water and hold the line  

Oh Salamander  
Oh Salamander  
Oh Salamander


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Salamander

I tread politely in the rain  
A bouquet of flowers 
A splendour array  

I'm like a wolf at her door  
Quintessentially hers  
Crossing wild terrain  

She welcomes me in  
The curtains are drawn  
And the wine uncorked  

And in the essence of her innocence  
Incandescent, sweetly scented incense  
I'm like a moth to her flame  

Patiently, I wait A yearning hunger burns  
In her sea I will bathe  
She's drawn me in 

Like the tide 
And I'm drowning in her beauty  
Like stars we collide  

And in the essence of her innocence  
Incandescent, sweetly scented incense  
I'm like a moth to her flame  
And in the essence of her innocence  
Incandescent, sweetly scented incense 
I'm drawn to her  
Time and time again  

I swoon to her warmth  
Her gentle soothing touch 
 Her dress is unwound I caress her 
With kisses In a spooning embrace  
While we're delicately balanced  

And in the essence of her innocence 
 Incandescent, sweetly scented incense  
I'm like a moth to her flame 
And in the essence of her innocence 
Incandescent, sweetly scented incense  
I'm drawn to her 
Time and time again 
Time and time again 

Time and time again  
Time and time again 

Time and time again  

Time and time again  
Oh..oh..oh  Oh..oh..oh  
Oh..oh..oh  Oh..oh..oh...


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Pure Essence

So this is love 
Is this love 
Could this be love 
So this is love

Showing me her locket
A little trinket
Inscribed said Bowie
And the lights of aurora
Were pushing and flowing
And her own magnetic aura
Had me drawn into the warmth that's purely hers

The conversations flowing
And the friendships were surreal
It was a captivating night
With a mystical feel
And everybody's casual charm was shining beyond the endless celestial field

So this is love (Let me bottle up and keep)
Is this love (It's not for sale, nor is it cheap)
Could this be love (Capturing pure essence and shining like rain upon the heart)

I've got a picture perfect prefix
Of a culinary design
Like a painting or a portrait
That's deservedly divine
And through the corridors and listening walls the neighbours hollow
silence from their dorm

There's a nonchalant approach
But the laughter still continues
For it's after one in the morning
But this party must continue
So we head out to the bar where the ladyboy's working for their dimes

So this is love (They're only in it for the cash)
Is this love (Am I required to react)
Could this be love ( It's not my cuppa tea, displeased by an amorous decree)

So this is love (Well let me bottle up to keep)
Is this love (It's not for sale, nor is it cheap)
Could this be love (Capturing pure essence And shining like rain upon the heart)

Heavenly spellbound above

Got a picture perfect prefix of a culinary design
Like a painting or a portrait that's deservedly divine
And through the corridors and listening walls the neighbours hollow silence from their dorm
The conversations flowing and the friendships were surreal It was a captivating night with a mystical feel
And everybody's casual charm was shining beyond the endless celestial field

So this is love 
Is this love 
Could this be love 
So this is love
So this is love 
Is this love 
Could this be love 
So this is love 
So this is love


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Spellbound

Neon lights are flashing 
Got to get us out of here 
The system is finally crashing 
Formula authenticates fear

Got to get us out
Got to get us out 
Got to get us out of here

Got to get us out
Got to get us out 
Got to get us out of here

Time Machine
Time Machine
Shine your chrome and engines gleam 
Time Machine
Time Machine

Got to get us out of here

Temperance holds no virtue 
Crashing, as opposed to
This relativity vortex 
Spirals out of control to

Got to get us out
Got to get us out 
Got to get us out of here

Got to get us out
Got to get us out 
Got to get us out of here

Time Machine
Time Machine
Shine your chrome and engines gleam 
Time Machine
Time Machine

Love is like law clock 
Cutting through the age 
What will come what may 
Will shock and entertain

Time Machine
Time Machine
Shine your chrome and engines gleam 
Time Machine
Time Machine

Time Machine
Time Machine
Shine your chrome and engines gleam 
Time Machine
Time Machine

Got to get us out of here


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Time Machine

When you love somebody 
When you love someone 
When you need somebody 
When your needs too much

The way you're running around 
Reckless and bored
This insatiable appetite 
Urging you on
You can't take anymore

The party's all night
There's dancing through to daylight 
But that don't cure your urge nor stitch 
Not always black and white

When the taste is sweeter
Where the fields look greener
You can taste that honey, 
unquestionably hungry 
You dip your finger

When the phase was rad
But the phrase is crass
You look out of place 
and you're lost in this race 
Ain't getting it back

The party's all night
There's dancing through to daylight 
Tequila shots, the fun don't stop 
Crawling beyond now midnight

The party's all night
To music beyond the red lights
But that don't cure your urge nor stitch 
Not always black and white

You crave and hunger 
For more than you can bite 
Burning out at both ends 
Won't resurrect this night 
Cash you chips
Your final hand 
Don't play the jesters fool 
The wheel has turned 
Things slightly grey 
Heating you up tonight

The party's all night 
There's dancing through to daylight 
Peering through the looking glass 
Crawling towards the final stance

The party's all night
To music beyond the red lights
But that don't cure your urge nor stitch 
Not always black and white
Not always black and white (On a hot summers night) 
Not always black and white (On a hot summers night) 
Not always black and white (On a hot summers night) 
Not always black and white (On a hot summers night)


Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

Black and White

The eclectic contemporary rock sound of Adelaide band Triptych Pulse, established in 2021. Triptych Pulse deliver on mesmerising, melodic guitar tones, reminiscent to some of the great periodic bands of the 70's and 80's with their own twist of 90's grunge. Triptych Pulse, is the effervescence of live personification.

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

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