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Song For Bill Of The Trains​/​Dexamphetamine Blues

by Have/Hold

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Hope this finds you forever in an Old black car, you feel overrated. Oh his timing and stained glass eyes. This is overrated. Oh it's frightening and outsides freezing, A mother's crying and all you'll find Is this is complicated. Landfill will open up... Hold him down, his fists will crack And maybe every body wanted to take it back. Under the beaming light of needle tracks We're sitting silently beside the choir singing... All this screaming and violence. Try this and last forever. I don't believe it, The sky seems to open up. What if everybody left And the sky was getting red And the missile systems died And the arrows crack the sky And at least we had a bed And at at least we had a home And at least we had a prayer. We are free to call it over and out.
We were tracing out lines on our palms On the balcony at Elgin St. She said “Never look back, you’ll be wrong If you ever leave your bed this week.” Not as quick as I have ever moved from the backlit room I rose above my feet. Took the floor. She went home. It was never that bad that I wanted A signal flare to get out of there. There are junkies in baths soaking long. Never breathe again, send me out of my head. And the neon street lights at the window Are noir as all the Bogart I have been Searching for Ever long, In a Fedora. With Ray Bans and a smoke. Looking longingly For Casablanca Play it over… She needs the sting Of a lighthouse light to get home tonight. She is feeling through time like a fog For the barges of summer demigods But it never works out like she wants It collapses in a heap like all the leaves At our Front door. I want no more Than to sink in this shredded cheek, foam bliss. She is singing out like she is cold But the sweat, it drips from her closed eyelids. And he wants nothing more than to hold her close But he holds me closer. We Figure out our way home. And we all worry so.


released October 4, 2013

Recorded at Head Gap Studios in Preston, Victoria.
Mixed by Matt Cook at Black Hole Studios in Brisbane, Queensland.
Mastered by Cassidy Van Bloom at Indie Masters in Melbourne, Victoria.
Design and layout by Michael Cusack (michaelcusack.com.au).

All recordings ℗ Have/Hold 2013
Artwork © Have/Hold 2013


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