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Acting
01:27
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I'm a misprint in the margins, broken coding overlapping lines. My Hyundai Getz in park, 'I guess it's fucked', I say, to my mum down the line.
I wanna be a shoe tie. A bike ride. Let me do it one time. It'll be fine. I think you think I'm acting, but I am not practising. All the burgeoning uncertainty; I am certain it is burdening me.
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Max From Ballina
03:35
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It's weird how the water I used to hate is now exactly what I'm craving. Hi, I'm Max from Ballina: shithouse traveler. Forget grass greener - take me where the irony's sweeter. I am Max from Fenwick Drive; I just wanna feel alive, but I'm always carsick and lethargic.
So gimme a beer with Bordo, and let him sing Khe Sanh. Because the last plane out of Sydney is departing for the promised land. Dredge the bar, raise the banks, there's bullsharks in our backyard tanks. It's raining, I'm complaining again.
In this city, I'm a tiny prawn, swallowed by a giant storm: peel my shit-line, squash my shell, swallow me whole. See you in hell. I never slept on Swift Street. Ghosts of Shirl and Tom, forgive me.
I've been having nightmare every other night. I'm frightend of bogus, faraway shit like ice and suicide. But I don't wanna die - I just wanna lie in a blowup boat on our makeshift moat with my mates all by my side.
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Hometown
03:25
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I come from a cupboard in the Eastern Suburbs, where parents teach their children in the ways of affluent civilians. On terracotta floors, I was raised believing there was more for me to seek between the High School and the Beach.
I'm a mess of restless stress; I'm a tent of hyperventilated breath. Before I grow complacent in the place where I know best, I've gotta get out of my hometown.
All my friends go surfing. I can think of worse things, but I can't understand why it feels like I might drown on dry land.
I wanna pay exorbitant rent, down where the city meets cement. Before I feel so sure that I could sink in discontentment, I've gotta get out of my hometown.
I'm an electrostatic friction addict; obsessive, psychosomatic wires borne of neuroscience. I dare you, c'mon, just try. Shock me once, shame on me. Shock me twice, I bleed internally. I think that the outcome from my input's incomplete so far. I've gotta get out of my hometown.
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The Backyard
02:27
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My favourite song is the one that you wrote for the cat that we saved from the highway. I could listen to you sing it (so out of tune) every afternoon.
We rent the house with mismatched couches and all the ridiculous decor: They saw cracks in the walls, but We saw more.
I don't care if there is anything else outside of this. We've got all we need - The Backyard And The TV.
Zero degrees on the morning that we were first boarding the train at the station. Fairfield feels like an aeon ago, I didn't know what on earth that was coming. There are still demons to fight and reasons to cry if we try to find 'em. But I'm fine orbiting here in your atmosphere.
I'm knee deep in repeats: Season 3, Lois, Malcom and Rhys. Do we push through it anyhow?
I don't care if there is anything else outside of this. We've got all we want - The Backyard And People We Love.
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The Fremantle Doctor
03:19
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Shine It Up, son, it's Sunday. And don't you think that it's time to roll the covers out and let the inswingers wing? To throw all that we've got at the incumbent Night Watchman; to watch him pull one down the throat of the bloke on the rope.
And so, we pray to the benevolent gods of Duckworth & Lewis for the the sweet kiss of son, and a cold froth later on. Until the wives and the girlfriends come, and we get in the cab. You'll say: "12 Richmond Ave" and then "Dad, I've got something downloaded". And we'll rip towards home, where we'll go eat reheated cheese pizza, sleep 'til tomorrow.
And not yet, but I believe everyone eventually will have to fly the nest. You'll feel the Fremantle Doctor as you sit at the WACA, and let it blow through what's left of your hair. It's not stumping me what's keeping you from there.
And so, we pray to the benevolent gods of Austar and Tooheys, that hopefully soon, I'll die and you'll move to live a life that consumes and invigorates you.
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Everyday Australian
03:53
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