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For You & Her
04:22
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Alone again and the cracks start to show
Inside out and made up of holes
There is a prison for me
In my head where I’ve always been
Alone again and the cracks start to show
Inside out and made up of holes
I was afraid to say that you were never mine...
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2. |
You Don't Have the Time
03:12
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You don’t have the time, now you’ve taken all of mine
I can hear you...
Everybody always hears
Every goddamn word you say
And I just want to spit it all out backwards
You want us all to cut you slack well
Guess what? The line is completely limp
I’d grab you by the collar and shake you stupid
But you don’t even show up to your own shit
Do you want to know what I think?
You say you do but...
You don’t have the time, now you’ve taken all of mine
Yeah I heard you...
Every single word you say but
I can’t wring a drop of meaning
Out of this oily rag of yours
You promised me a sniff to life off
I haven’t even seen the fucking thing
And I know your check would have bounced
But I’m still waiting for you to sign it; you’d better still sign it
Do you know what the biggest disappointment is
The biggest disappointment is I believed you
I believed you
I can’t believe that I believed you cos
You don’t have the time, now you’ve taken all of mine...
No, I can’t hear you now
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3. |
Porcelain
02:43
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You locked your porcelain secrets in a drawer
One day you forgot where your keys were
So bring hammer down on wood
Either way it is lost for good
You locked your porcelain secrets in a drawer
I untied the knots inside my brain
And pulled it out to a linear strain
While my head now hurts less
Everything makes much less sense
I untied the knots inside my brain
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4. |
My Poor Idiot Friend
06:28
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My poor idiot friend gets so impatient...
Don’t get impatient now...
Here comes the trouble round a the bend
There’s no escape for my idiot friend...
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5. |
Where is My Brother?
04:44
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I called to see if you would answer
I called to see if you’d pick up the phone
I hung up when it went to your voicemail cos I
Get kinda funny when I’ve spent too much time alone
And I’ve spent too much time alone
Sometimes I get nervous
Forgive me I was nervous
I don’t mean to be so quiet
I hope you know that I don’t mean to
And I don’t mean to be so distant
I just don’t know what else I can do
Yeah, you don’t either do you?
Sometimes I get nervous
Forgive me I was nervous
Now I can’t stop thinking
I jumped at my phone ringing
The department called to see
Why I hadn’t been
Filling out any of my forms
I guess I can’t avoid
Being unemployed
When I already work three jobs
I’m not unemployed
I’m underemployed
I already work three jobs
I’m not unemployed
I’m not unemployed
I already work three jobs
I hate it when they call to see...
I didn’t know it could get better
I still hope it could get better...
And where is my brother?
Can I lean on another?
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6. |
Needlepin
03:18
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Today was the day that the world caved in
Not surprising, given the state of everything
Oh no, oh no, the cloth is wearing thin
Should repair it, in stead we’ll just tear it
Today was the day that the world caved in
Not surprising, given the state of everything
Oh no, oh no, the cloth is wearing thin
Wish I were a needle when I am only a pin
Can I get some peace and quiet?
Can you just not write me off?
Let me be free from expectation
Give me my bat and ball I am going home
Let me go and just hate me
Can I not be lazy like you said I am?
Can I not just be dead weight?
Can I not be a mindless consumer?
Can I not be a hedonist with some shitty job?
Let me go and just hate me
How bad does it have to get
Before someone leaves?...
Today was the day that the world caved in
Not surprising, given the state of everything
Oh no, oh no, the cloth is wearing thin
Should repair it, in stead we’ll just tear it
Today was the day that the world caved in
Not surprising, given the state of everything
Oh no, oh no, the cloth is wearing thin
Wish I were a needle when I am only a pin
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7. |
Sighing, Sighing
03:48
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Endless summer
Stifling heat
Endless stifling
Summer
The driest air
Breathe it in
It dries your lungs out
Now let it out
You are sighing
You’ve been awake for hours
It’s 10am
It’s been light since 5 and
You’re still in bed
With no glass of water
In a pool of sweat
In bed you’re lying
Skin is drying
Sighing, sighing
Check the mail
Just to leave the house
You’ve got to do something
So check the mail
Check the mail...
Why can’t you just check the mail?
Please stop sighing!
Breathing’s no more
Than sighing, sighing
Your life is no more
Than sighing, sighing
This feeling isn’t rain
Your tear-ducts are drying out
Nothing’s leaking out
Not from a lack of trying
Here comes the rain...
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8. |
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It always happens like this
I am the clue that you missed
There’s no glass pane to shatter
A mind over no matter
I’m the ignorance of your own bliss
I’m an amnesiac on a mission
An improvisation tactician
But what do I mean?
Can I even be seen?
Am I a semitransparentsuperimposition?
You always called me inefficient
And you cut out my intermission
Now I can’t think
And my opacity sinks
Into a semitransparentsuperimposition
I refuse to grow any dimmer
If the light hits me right I will shimmer
And maybe you will see
Just what I can be
If you squint your eyes tight
In a way you forget not to
See all the borders
They taught you to see
And I always tried to show you
But you saw what you saw
And I tried to tell you
But you wouldn’t listen
And I wanted you to see
But you doomed me to be
Some kind of semitransparentsuperimposition
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9. |
Ropes & Stones
04:54
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The sky shines brilliant as I fly overhead
Staring out the window over the wing
They asked me if I could help in an emergency
But when it came to you the answer was “no”
I’ve been here before when Michael let go
But I saw your decent into the demon’s hold
That held you two feet above the ground
And now you’re six feet underneath
Now you’re safe
Now you’re safe
With two knotted ropes and two square stones
And two names roughly scratched into my conscience
You slipped through fingers that weren’t there to catch you
(Should have I been a better friend?)
And a friend on the line told me at the end of the greatest day
Said that I was missing, that I had missed your funeral
But I didn’t know you were having one
I didn’t know I didn’t know and--
Now you’re safe
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10. |
Yeah, It's Alright
05:59
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Trapped in a house like I was
Cooking down all of your traumas
Your job quit you again; now you’re sleeping in till noon
Everything has got to be your fault somehow
You’ve got to take your time take it easy on yourself and
If this is what you are then I think it’s alright
Yeah, it’s alright
Your friend sold you out
Boys keep your spirit pinned down
Life is miserable work; you think that is all your worth
When you just want to go home for the summer early
Someday you’ll escape and someone will finally see you saying
If this is what you are then I think it’s alright
Yeah, it’s alright
You lost all control and you obsessed
Till you stopped your seizures in excess
I saw you lying there wandering through hell
As a robot did your breathing for you
If only you had known who was somewhere round the bend to say
I this is what you are then I think it’s alright
Yeah, it’s alright...
Breaking down doesn’t mean you’re broken
I know words you’ve never spoken
You’re not a failure no matter how you’ve failed
Don’t forget the part of you that goes on always
You don’t have to be ashamed
I love you more than you can know
I this is what you are then I think it’s alright
Yeah, it’s alright...
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11. |
Traffic
10:30
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Some days I have a head like a car crash
And my thoughts turn to death and won’t go
Like maybe today I’ll get hit by a bus
But the traffic always moves slow
The traffic always moves so
Slowly I sit up and I realise
I’ve been taking to myself again
I know I worry them but I can’t help it
Because these walls are so very thin
And yeah I was babbling
About getting into a car crash
Just to see what would happen
I know it’s stupid
But I still wanna know, but
The traffic always moves slow...
On Tuesdays
How many hours
Will it take me
To finally get
Out of bed today?
And for a moment
I get distracted
From staying still
So I head out
And find myself
Behind the wheel
I catch every red light
Turn down every dead end road
Change lanes at
Every wrong moment
Where do I even go?
Who are all these people?
Is it only me who’s stuck?
Where is that open road?
Can someone tell me why
The traffic always moves slow...
On Tuesdays
I hit the freeway so
I hit the accelerator ‘til
I hit the speed limit but
I hit a bend so
I hit my brakes but
They hit their limit so
I hit the barrier
I hit the windshield
Flew through the windshield
Flew through the air
Flew for miles
Miles and miles
Out over the city
And I was screaming
Til I got bored
And checked my phone messages
Turns out I messaged you more than I remembered
I guess cos there were more bad days than I remembered
Next thing I knew half my life had passed
Next thing I knew I hit the ground
I never stopped looking down
Saying some days I have a head like a car crash
And my thoughts turn to death and won’t go
Maybe today I’ll get out of bed and go
But the traffic always moves slow
The traffic always moves slow
On Tuesdays...
I think you were the one who scraped me up
You were always the one to scrape me up
I didn’t know what had happened
You were always there when things happened
Or didn’t happen
Nothing keeps happening
I keep on happening
This keeps on happening
Next thing I knew I was coming to
On this black leather couch somewhere
And sitting there with me is a guy who looks a lion
And he’s dressed up nice just like I would be if I ever had the fucking money
And my eyes are closed and the room is stretching
And swelling and shrinking and spinning around me
And there’s this black rock in my chest and
Glue in my stomach and a rubber band around my throat
And I’m out in the desert somewhere
Out in the desert with an elephant with the universe in its eyes
And it looks deep within me and it understands better than I do
As it’s wearing my crown like a golden arabesque
And it holds me in its trunk so gently
It holds me and I just start crying and I can’t stop crying
But there’s this bright light; it’s the past catching up
And I wake up underneath the trees
And it’s all quiet...
Except for the breeze
Yeah they treat me well
Here in the white hotel
The elephant tells me to stand
It’s a part of me now
So I’m no longer
Held down by
Strange ghosts with
Grey hands
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Greyhands Adelaide, Australia
Greyhands is the acoustic project of Adelaide artist JC Finlay. Taking influence from Death Cab For Cutie, Radiohead, Animal Collective, and Leonard Cohen, Greyhands seeks to create unique acoustic music that is both raw and emotionally honest.
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