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Ex-Lover
03:28
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Slow motion, it's killing me
and I'm coasting, I'm just watching TV
Oh I could sell out, but nothing's free
So I'm sat here, I'm just watching TV
I'm just watching TV
Ex-lover, won't you hear me now?
I heard you were back in town
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
All I know is I'm in love with you
Where's your golden touch from your younger years?
Oh you're doing it tough, no time for tears
All your dreams are made from paper planes
Well, they fly well until it rains
Until it rains
Ex-lover, won't you hear me now?
I heard you were back in town
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
All I know is I'm in love with you
Ex-lover won't you hear me now?
I heard you were back in town
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
All I know is I'm in love with you
I'm in love
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What's the point of looking for gold
when the mine's been tapped long ago?
And it takes a heavy toll
For the mind not to lose it's control
For the few found are subjected to an ocean of false belief
and the few found are still holding their breath in the hope of some comic relief
So get on your shoulder pads, let's go for a dance
We'll kiss under neon lights if you give me a chance
'cause when you dress the heydays in leather, knee high boots and lipstick pens
Oh well the eighties never looked better, than in the two thousand and tens
Well, I'm sick of being disappointed by the albums of my favourite bands
Come on, fit into this box named my expectations and my demands
For this new sound and direction's unfamiliar to my eager ears
Oh, this new sound that I'll defend to death, in probably five or more years
So get on your shoulder pads, let's go for a dance
We'll kiss under neon lights if you give me a chance
'cause when you dress the heydays in leather, knee high boots and lipstick pens
Oh well the eighties never looked better, than in the two thousand and tens
What am I meant to do?
Not play this song because the sound's been done before?
That has nothing to do
with the fun we're having, so what are you asking me for?
The shine of silver screen pseudo joy is all that gets me off so far
I'm just a seventeen year old boy who thinks watching Batman makes him a fan of neo-noir
What am I meant to do?
So get on your shoulder pads let's go for a dance
We'll kiss under neon lights, so Frankie say relax
'cause when you dress the heydays in leather, knee high boots and lipstick pens
Oh well the eighties never looked better, than in the two thousand and tens
The two thousand and tens
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Blue Light Disco
03:59
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You were listening to Sunny Afternoon, didn't think I'd ever make it through
At the blue light disco
It was your average Saturday night, didn't think I'd ever win the fight
At the blue light disco
I saw your face it was like a dream, didn't think I'd ever be in this scene
It was Curtis' Control
All I wanna do is ask you to dance, but I feel I'll just fuck up my chance
I'm a bloody fiasco
Miss Cinderella, I got no flowers for you
and I'm really sorry about that
I'll take you dancing, we'll just do as you do
I'll be your copycat
You were listening to Sunny Afternoon, didn't think I'd ever get over myself
At this blue light disco
It was your average Saturday night, didn't think I'd ever win the fight
At the blue light disco
I saw your face it was like a dream, didn't think I'd ever be in this scene
It was Curtis' Control
All I wanna do is ask you to dance, but I feel I'll just fuck up my chance
I'm a bloody fiasco
Miss Cinderella, I got no flowers for you
and I'm really sorry about that
I'll take you dancing, we'll just do as you do
I'll be your copycat
And I could be your teenage dream
And I could be your everything that you could ever want
but it's not common sense
and you wouldn't understand
It was a blue light disco
You were listening to Sunny Afternoon, didn't think I'd ever get over myself
At this blue light disco
It was your average Saturday night, didn't think I'd ever win the fight
At the blue light disco
I saw your face it was like a dream, didn't think I'd ever be in this scene
It was Curtis' Control
All I wanna do is ask you to dance, but I feel I'll just fuck up my chance
I'm a bloody fiasco
Disco's attacking me and I just wanna move my feet
I'm a bloody fiasco
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Fear of Girls
04:15
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I'm lovesick and I'm love blind
I get these feelings all the time
Now I'm sitting here in my country house
And I see a girl for the very first time
I feel like
I want it all
I feel like
I'm waiting for
Got a fear of girls
Got a fear of this world
Between those sheets, you will find
Just another piece of my mind
Now I'm sitting here
I'm all alone
I'm thinking about you
Oh, my country home
I feel like
I want it all
I feel like
I'm waiting for
Got a fear of girls
Got a fear of this world
I feel like
I want it all
I feel like
I'm waiting for
Got a fear of girls
Got a fear of this world
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Flowers
04:35
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I've been thinking for some time
I'm lonely, are you lonely?
Maybe we can be alright
If only, if only
I've been thinking for some time
I'm lonely, are you lonely?
Maybe we can go tonight
If only, if only
Send flowers to boys and I will be yours
Send flowers to girls, and I will be yours
Send flowers to boys, oh hand in glove
Send flowers to girls, and I will send love
I've been thinking for some time
I'm lonely, are you lonely?
Maybe we can take a ride
If only, if only
I've been thinking for some time
I'm lonely, are you lonely?
Maybe we can go tonight
If only, if only
Maybe we can be alright
Send flowers to boys, and I will be yours
Send flowers to girls, and I will be yours
Send flowers to boys, oh hand in glove
Send flowers to girls, and I will send love
I'll send flowers to boys
I'll send flowers to girls
And I will send love
Send flowers to boys and I will be yours
Send flowers to girls, and I will be yours
Send flowers to boys, oh hand in glove
Send flowers to girls, and I will send love
and I will send love
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Sad Hour Perth, Australia
Hearken back to a time when riffs and bass lines reigned supreme. Namely, mid 90's to mid 00's Brit-pop music, minus the ego and sibling warfare. With a band name steeped in irony, our music will rock your anklets off while we try to cling to any relevance the genre still has. Sure is fun though. ... more
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