Bad Absalom

Deadweight

Before The Ship Went Down

My First Night In New York

What Makes A Man

When The Ship Went Down

Garage punk two-piece from the outer limits of Sydney

80 Proof Or Death

Hell Pack / Pay To Pray

Heart stops
Deep breaths
Straight face
Palms sweat
Near miss 
Inside
Eyes forward
Arms back

White eyes linger to white news
Awareness is crucial
Awareness is crucial
There are bigger things
Than visions of death
Bigger things
Than visions of death

Let me out
Trip back
Take a hit
Be wrong
Take a hit

White eyes linger to white news
Awareness is crucial 
Awareness is crucial
There are bigger things
Than visions of death
Bigger things 
Than visions of death

Gesture of Fear

Hurt people hurt people in the crossfire
on the sidelines of someone else's bloody war
bloody wars gonna force it so we all fight
fight the ones trying to tell us what they think is right

Pick your brother off the floor
and lead your sisters path to war
no one will look out for us
but us

Where whats going to take us
take us through the war
cut the heads off bitter men
who'll try to take what is yours
We'll never ever part with blood
We'll never ever part with blood

We'll never ever part with blood
we'll never ever, we'll never part with blood
break the chains for the ones you love
break the chains for the ones you love

We're what's going to take us
take us through the war
cut the heads off bitter men 
who'll try to take what is yours
we'll never ever part with blood

Hurt people hurt people in the crossfire
on the sidelines of someone else's bloody war
bloody wars going to force it so we all fight
fight the ones trying to tell us what they think is right

CROSSFIRE

From ULP & Me e.p
released July 2019
coldheatsydney.bandcamp.com/album/u-l-p-me-e-p

MIxed by Ollie Marlan Mastered by Nick Franklin @ Rolodex studios Sydney

Animism

She's the one to pull six strings down your neck,
turn you up and strum you full of regret,
you're living in the light of her violent sunset,
like you haven't learnt that you're disposable yet,

She's only eighteen but she struts like a cocaine day dream,
I can't believe the way that she sings,
voice like that's gonna make me its play thing,

I think she must be on the Jim Morrison diet,
she looks me up and down and says oh boy you should try it,
she's got peroxide hair and peroxide teeth,
I go to read her lips and I can't see through all her bleach now,

I'm an extra in her scene,
I can't quite get my dirt clean,
Love those wounds she pioneers,
She holds me close whispers in my ear,

She says it's Xanax, spandex, alcohol and cigarettes,
no sex, T.Rex, soft sad sunsets,
lick your dry sweat so I can taste you in motion and I'll knock myself out on your perpetual potion
(I wanna pull your pretty hair, I wanna carry you up the stairs)

I think she must be on the Jim Morrison diet x3,
I think she must be on the Jim Morrison diet with me.

Deadweight

Bad Absalom

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