LYRICS

The Winnie Blues

I’ve got the Winnie Blues, and there’s nothing left to do except Bali
I’ve got the Winnie Blues, but everything is better in Bali
Oh no no…

I live alone, cos’ all of my friends have moved to Melbourne
It’s pretty stiff but there’s nothing I can do to stop them
The doctor said I can’t keep singing if I wanna’ smoke ciggies
And the smoke in my lungs is probably gonna’ come back to kill me

I’ve got the Winnie Blues, and there’s nothing I can do except Bali
I’ve got the Winnie Blues, but everything is better in Bali
Oh no no…
Oh yeah yeah…

All this Mi-Goreng is making me a little bit crazy
And my friends are buying houses but I don’t think it really seems to phase me (much)
I still eat dinner with my folks cos’ I spend all my money on coffee
Cos’ it’s the only thing that makes me feel good when the weather’s so nasty…yeah

I’ve got the Winnie Blues, and there’s nothing I can do except Bali
I’ve got the Winnie Blues, but everything is better in Bali

I live alone, cos’ all of my friends have moved to Melbourne
Except Tim, he still lives around the corner with his Nan & that’s awesome
But even Tim says it’s shit, living by the water in winter
So he’ll probably go to Bali, and drown all his worries in Bin Tang
In Bin Tang…

He’s got the Winnie Blues, and there’s nothing left to do except Bali
He’s got the Winnie Blues, but everything is better in Bali
I’ve got the Winnie Blues, and I get down when the weather’s so nasty
I’m going to Bali, and nothing like the Winnie blues is ever gonna’ stop me

Jacaranda Sunsets

It could only be the time where centre squares turn to cricket pitches,
And the falling rain starts to smell more like bitumen than water,
And I feel your bare skin as we kick off the sheets in the morning.
My mothers birthday has past.
The sun's dying breath lingers just a bit longer than it's last.
Long enough for me to feel urgent.
Long enough for me to show my skin to the night, after Jacaranda sunsets.

Jacaranda sunsets

In the thickening air, I wipe the sweat from my brow.
I'm a loaded gun, oh yeah I’m a dingo on the prowl.
I find myself scouring the neighborhood for flowers and grass,
So I can put them in my hair and walk around barefoot at last.
I’m invincible, under Jacaranda sunsets.

Jacaranda sunsets

Proud Silence

Give me something more,
There’s got to be something louder than your silence.
Hesitation when your tongue slips.

I can tell you’re fighting something,
You lock the windows and board the doors to your feelings.

Proud silence is sadness,
Proud silence is sadness,
But the more you talk the easier it gets.

Tension in the kitchen,
Paintings you’ve been shifting but you don’t see me.
White noise brother, white noise.

But I can tell you’re fighting something,
You lock the windows and board the doors to your feelings.

Proud silence is sadness,
Proud silence is sadness,
Proud silence is sadness,
Proud silence is sadness,
Over-masculine madness.

Oh and the more you talk the easier it gets,

So don’t be shy to call upon a friend.
The more you talk the easier it gets,

So don’t be shy to call upon a friend.

Why Won’t You Love Me?

I float around this empty house, with ghosts from when you came around.
But none of them fulfil me like you do.

After all this time, I don't know why I find myself,
Shining light off broken mirrors toward/to catch the corner of your pupils.

On the surface of this baron land, I sweep with my own eyes for ruins of where our love used to grow.
When graceful slender palms stretched like rockets to the moon, dancing lazy in the crosswind, swirling to-and-fro.

I'm tired of waking nauseous, wondering if you lay dreaming.
The same way that I always dream of you.

Sometimes I feel fine, convince myself we had our time and,
surrender to the beauty of a tragic situation, till I find..

Your jumper in the laundry.
Your poems in my kitchen.
I see your face when I touch myself.
You're the blood in all of my lyrics.
Like...
Stars beyond a cloudy night.
A cigarette without a light.
A letter on your fallen father's grave...
Like...
A sunflower seed that never tasted water, and never saw the light of day.

We're beautifully wasted, but one question still remains...

Why won't you love me?
Was I ever really there?
Why won't you love me?
Did I make it far too easy?
Why won't you love me?
Under bright green fallen stars

Won't you love me?

Like trying to run from the moon,
There' no escape from loving you.

The horizon shows no clues,
Or any shelter for my refuge.

I'm tired of waking sickly, depleted like a fool.
Who knows that while you think of only him, I can only think of you.

Sometimes I feel fine, convinced we had our time and,
Surrender to the beauty of this tragedy, then I find..

Your jumper in the laundry.
Your poems in my kitchen.
I see your face when I touch myself.
You're the blood in all of my lyrics.
Like...
Stars beyond a cloudy night.
A cigarette without a light.
A letter on your fallen father's grave...
Like...
A sunflower seed that never tasted water, or warmed by the silky light of day.

We're beautifully wasted, and one question still remains...

Why won't you love me?
For every moonlit sacred dance
Why won't you love me?
Am I only second best
Why won't you love me?
Did I not touch you right
Why won't you love me?
Every moment by your side

Why won't you love me?
For every teardrop on my shoulder
Why won't you love me?
For every poem, every letter
Why won't you love me?
Making love in your front yard
Why don't you love me?
Under bright green falling stars

Won't you love me?