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float over the suburbs
they hold no anchor
hold no music
old friends fuck new friends
the cycle on fire
lose your religion
in the spotlight
in the corner
catching an epitaph
hostage to the breeze
thinking backwards
and the party spins
the party goes on
past midnight
past morning
what's a second to an hour?
what's a week to a bloodline?
another verse of history
bullet from a microphone
policy from the megaphone
imagine your city
as nothing but dust
a memory in the tarot deck
class struggle
class warfare
class consiousness pingin' on the dancefloor
a drag queen glitching
diggin' what you dig
feel what you wanna feel
satisfy the carparks
end up
washed up
out the back of the laundromat
wishing for deliciousness
remember what we built
and how to build it better
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Toxic
04:00
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Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it
Too high
Can't come down
Losin' my head
Spinnin' 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
Oh,
The taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly, it's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Can you feel me now?
Oh,
Taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With the taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With the taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With a taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
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ATM
08:38
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the bassline from inside still in me beneath the neon sign outside
I flick a menthol into the road my shoelaces loose
I look for an ATM
breezing down the queasy street bathed in floodlights and thuds
from the chrome nightclubs couples fighting climbing into ubers
men in tight white tees dropping the guts of kebabs in the gutters
my phone buzzing
selling me myself again
colours clash madly above us on the big screen
cop cars scream past vomit cakes on the pavement
while someone’s ghost shimmers
under the streetlight in the carpark in someone’s mind
in the middle of a drug deal midnight
it’s a good night
DJ’s beats and undead romance
if you’ve seen this city from above you’ve felt the freeways orbit around northbridge
the slick cool mechanics of train carriages banshee through the streets beneath us
anonymous faces obscured by pints of saturday plastic
listen close
to the symphony of thumbs
tapping texts tapping texts tapping texts
and messages into the mainframe
Murdoch! Murdoch! Robot Apartments!
Murdoch whose love is endless oil and stone!
can you feel the hive mind lightning racing through your brain?
these pills are communion
bones of the angels
vanilla coke cold and ready and replicated
waiting patiently at the top of the fridge at the back of the servo
where the shop keep reads a magazine all night in the paypass buzz
and a list of cigarette prices
bucks nights bold and boisterous busting out of party buses
girls wiping tears on 21st dresses
Samsung galaxies cracked on the nightclub bathroom sink
dancefloors sticky with drink
and I couldn’t make out my own face in the violent blue light
couldn’t see my own face for the scratches in the mirror steel
this humidity
is killing me
but I need
NAB commonwealth westpac suncorp bendigo redi ATM
I stick my card in round the corner
stick my card in
the machine pulls in my fingers
rolls my hand flat
sucks my arm in
my torso my head my legs
I’m two dimensional
digital pancake
now I’m flowing through the photons of information with my matrix face
surfing binary waves a human virus in the database of bank accounts
I slide up and slip down mountains of manufactured money
cruise in and out of number tsunamis
flick through cyberspacial tubes
and I
roll across the news ticker
in MSNBC finance reports
I waaaaave
as I’m dragged across wall street ribbons
at the stock brokers lost for words
in a storm of receipts
I dart back and forth
between resource sectors
pharmaceutical sectors
insurance industries
nations of inflation
I show up on the scroll of the arms dealer’s iPhone X
flat and bewildered
I’m catapulted right into the core
into the motherboard
I take a bite
out of the bones
in the wrist
of the invisible hand
and it opens up…
across the world
ATM errors
they burst their banks
and spit out notes
and notes
and notes and notes
and I’m thrown out onto the street
in a shower of fifties
I’m 3D again
back in reality
back on the pavement
I get up and look around
but alas!
the world had already ended.
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4. |
Home Around 5
04:29
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Hey how’s the things been going down to you and I just wanna have y’all been moved to a place like this place and I just got to the point I gotta go get back in to bed early so I’ll be there at night and then go back home around five and then I gotta get a good night love ya night love y’all I’ll see ya soon babe thanks babe I wanna have a great time love ya babe I wanna was the night I got it I love you so I love you and I miss y’all so I’ll see you tomorrow night I wanna was the day I got it to go home around again I love you too babe love ya babe I wanna was the night I got it I love you so I love you babe I wanna have a great time and I wanna have ya little bit love you babe I wanna was the night I wanna have y’all been moved on and I got a lot going to come down to get you my love you guys are gonna I’ll come back home and get to you get back to work and then go to hang around the kids stuff that you can do to make sure I gotta get it out to me and then go get home I wanna have ya little man and I just wanna was a great day I wanna have y’all been moved on the road to hell and I love you babe love ya too love ya ya too lol lol no love you too much love you too I’ll let ya go
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