1. |
Ice Cold
03:21
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It’s like a switch
You’ve got the ability to make that tea ice cold
I return but there’s nothing I remember
Nothing as it once seemed
It’s always, it’s always the same dream
A steel grip
With rusted fingers
Something you wish you could hold
But only, yeah only for a second
I
I can
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
fact and fiction
I
I can
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
fact and fiction
I feel nothing
I promise that I feel nothing at all
Slept in the same position all night
Cleaned my room
Took a long hot shower
I’m a creature of habit
I keep accepting mundaneness
Sometimes a little bit of chaos
But I promise that it’s nothing
I promise that it’s nothing at all
I
I can
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
fact and fiction
I
I can
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
fact and fiction
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
Fact and fiction
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
I can not tell between
Fact and fiction
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2. |
Faceless
02:20
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Faceless
Laden with acrid smoke
Man walks around a town reduced to ashes
Empty vague promises
Grabbing at hands, clutching at straws, forcing a shake of hands
You’re faceless
With a body that’s surrounded by a coat
And I love that coat
Yeah I know, yeah I know
That I’m just another nobody
So why should I help you
Yeah I know that my smile
Is not used that often
Cause I’m just another nobody
So why, why should I help you
Why should I help you
Why should I help you
Why should I help you
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3. |
Twenty Two
04:23
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Is my brain the only one that echoes
I feel like we don’t know each other anymore
The sun sets even slower now
When the day finally ends my alarm goes off
And I’m still waiting for the phone to ring
Suddenly I’m on a decline and I can’t wait for what happens next
Where I rip the cord out of my back, take off my mask
And spend the night with you
I’m not really thinking of anything
Within these four walls pain disappears
There’s just a palm tree and a hammock in the corner
When I wake up I only remember the boring parts of my dreams such as low fuel prices
Something stood out to me that day
I realised I’d been walking home the wrong way my whole life
Hello
Can you hear me?
I’ve been slowing down day by day
Clocks tick so much faster
Tick
I sit and do nothing
Nothing important anyway
Now I’m racing towards paradise
Where time stands still and I’m with all my friends
I’m twenty two
Twenty more years ‘til I find a meaning
I’m one of the only few
Something stood out to me that day
I realised, I realised I’ve been walking home the wrong way
Something stood out to me that day
I realised I’ve been walking home the wrong way my whole life
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4. |
Buster
02:57
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I can’t hear you
And you’ve barely even started talking
So leave some egg on my face
When you were at my house the other day you left the TV on
You left the TV on at my house the other day
said I can’t hear you
I’m a pathetic little shit
Find me somebody to kiss
I’m pathetic, I’m pathetic, I’m pathetic
How pathetic, how pathetic, how pathetic
Said put the breaks on
Cause life’s moving way too fast
Didn’t realise you can have a mid life crisis in your twenties
Did you take my suit to the dry cleaners the other day
Cause when it came back had no buttons left on it
Said put the breaks on
Put the breaks on
Cause I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth again buster
I’m a pathetic little shit
Find me somebody to kiss
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5. |
Spurs for Business Cards
04:04
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Open my mouth but no words come out
I was never making any sense anyway
Just saying the same vague things
Now it gets dark so early
My days just melt away
I’m always the first one in bed
But I never really wake up on time
Never seen the sun rise
And it falls back
And it falls back
And it falls
Not sick of the evening routine but the cast is the same in every dream
I said it
Dreams of horse riding on the beach
Well I’m the real cowboy
Never really liked my own teeth
Swans in antique stores are all I see
Do you see I’ve changed my hair now
Well I still wear the same hat
But now I’m wearing pinstripes
I swapped my spurs for business cards
And it falls back
And it falls
I’m looking out the same window of a different house
Hair grows and hair gets cut
I’m not saying I’m sick of the evening routine
But the cast is the same in every dream
The cast is the same in every dream
The cast is the same in every dream
In every dream
In every dream
In every dream
Watch me make this card disappear
Watch me put my troubles to bed
Watch me eat my words
Time to vomit out nothing but noise
Watch me make this card disappear
Watch me put my troubles to bed
Watch me eat my words
Time to vomit out nothing but noise
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Coldwave Adelaide, Australia
Post punk on Kaurna land (Adelaide, SA)
Coldwave is
Jordan Maywald
Harrison
Evans
Anthony Griffin
Kiran Memisoglou
Timothea Moylan
Sean McGowan
Blending buzz-saw twin guitars, booming horns and a high-octane live set, Coldwave’s abrasive brand of post-punk is controlled in its chaos.
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