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This Year
03:49
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I’ve got the answers on the tip of my tongue
But on the tip of my tongue all my tastebuds are dying one by one
I have this idea that it’ll all work out
But as it’s working out I still have doubts which stops my heart from shouting
I’ve got this feeling on the back of my neck
But in the back of my neck is where my brain connects and redirects my nerves
I’m a nervous being, yes I’m a nervous wreck
And I reckon these nerves will go and counter all my good prospects tonight
This is the year, it's gotta be right
It’s gotta be right now
It’s gotta be here This is the year
I have these memories in the back of my brain
But in the back of my brain I play these games which make my thoughts the same
I’ve got this heart beat in the base of my chest
But in the pit of my chest I have these memories I cannot digest tonight
Can I suggest this is the test
It’s gotta be right now It’s gotta be here
I work at home, I’m at home a lot
I work alone, I’m a loner
I should never close
I should never close from here
I’m often thinking that I’m going to die
But just before I die, I see all this good fortune come by
I sense this rhythm and I’m tapping my foot
But as I’m tapping my foot the source of input is a mystery to me
I couldn’t see that this is the year
That’s finally come. Its finally here
This is the year that I’m gonna shine
This is the year I’m not going to fall behind
This is the year that I’m gonna love
This is the year that I’m gonna love
This is the year
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Don’t smoke around here
Then you’ll see my nostrils flare and me
Put that butt out right there on your face
Yeah it’s nice to share
But share your air and I’ll butt right in
With my best death stare and a little chagrin
To begin, I’d make rooms for your dirty fumes
Away from my food
In the basement, yeah a 2 by 2 sauna den
With no ventilation or windows
Where you can smoke to your heart’s extent
I’m so sick of this scene
It’s pure and clean, in the blue sea air
And a wiff of smoke is drifting over green hairs
So I turn to see
The guilty stick of a stuck up bitch as
She draws a suck into her
Puckered up lips, (silly git)
Past a tongue long since tasting, I’d say anything
And a throat to be robotronic in years
And as I fear
Flicks the smoking gun to the soil
And puts it out with her heels
What say I do earth’s will
And gather packs of thrown Dunhill
Butts instead of the tip
I’ll flick them all at your head in your bed
Cheap cigarettes
With Winfield blues surely you can’t lose
But please don’t forget
To roll-your-own noose, (stupid goose)
Your heart tics are weaker than baby’s clicks
A derelict heart: beat, beat, stick…
Then kick starts in
And your lungs, tarred and heaving
Are the reasons you wheeze
Like it’s freezing cold
When you breathe
I should leave community announcements to
Government bodies and research studies but
If I were to hazard a guess
I’d say
Smoking is hazardous to your health
Cancer sticks?
Cut it out for life
Authorized by The Clues, Brisbane
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Balloon
01:11
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So you’ve breathed all your trust to inflate a balloon
And paired it with lust at a crook of the room
And when by nights end, his hung all alone
So you're riddled with hurt in the murk and the mire
He says it's a first but I know that's lie
I can't see your heart burst, again and again
He'll hurry back to, he'll worry back to you, he'll want it back
He'll make t up to you, he'll make it up to you
Yeah he'll make it up
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4. |
Kiss and Tell
05:51
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Kiss and tell, has always been your weakness
I don’t need to hear this, tell it to your girl
Listen well, it’s not in my description
Being your confession, I can’t repent your sins
I don’t know and don’t care for secret arts
You should save your heart
Her whispers are all I ever wanted
But now it’s complicated, with having a way in
Infidel and cavities are spoken
Loyalties are broken, you should find another mate
In your mind your two faces align
And you break down and cry
“C’mon man, Be a friend
I’m dead set, so desperate, for a shoulder
Not a “told you so, you didn’t listen”
I’m a mess, so scared
That I’ll lose her, if I tell her, it’s over
So maybe I’ll just keep a secret
I was drunk, she was drunk **
It was over as it started, half-hearted
I try to tell myself it’s nothing
But you’re right, it’s not right
In the morning, tears are calling, lumps forming
I feel alone anticipating
She comes out tonight in my head to hold my hand
She comes out to take me to our bedroom
She comes out to see me and my nose, my eyes, my everything
I think we had the perfect world. The world
But not anymore”
** To keep it secret is fooling and cheating
and understand I can’t
So I’ve got a better idea, why don’t you
Face up to the one you are owing
unless every clover’s a 4-leaf
It’s over
I guess I’ve changed, when we were younger
I’d have backed your lies but not any more
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5. |
Nine Years
05:18
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You're the boy under plastic film
A train toy, your first set of wheels
And as kid you had good presents
A young kid, you've got your whole life to live
A bright spark, with electricity
A black fork, a point of power. Lucky
Good regiment with study and keys but
Still locked, forced to a degree
In another nine years, and in another direction
In another nine years, you might be loved
In another nine years, and in another dimension
In another nine years, you might be someone
I have counted nine years I have wasted, but I’m not wasting anymore
The bottom line is I’m always undecided, like I’m waiting for a call
In another nine years
In another nine years
Boggle time, I get a squeeze at the neck line
Pock scars and jars of Roaccutane
A red room filled with useless equations
A grey cube, trains working in parallel
In another nine years, and in another direction
In another nine years, you might be loved
In another nine years, and in another dimension
In another nine years, you might be someone
You might be someone, you might be someone
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6. |
Yocto
00:47
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This lonely ride
Put me here to decide
On which way I should go
So I bought this piano
I found a girl
Hidden behind the world
And we tried to make it right
But the silence won the fight
There’s nothing to talk about
There’s nothing to say
I should staple my mouth shut
Before it gets in the way
Why do we have to talk to really feel good?
Why can’t we just be comfortable like this?
I’ll hold your hand and hope it says the right thing
But then you flinch. Why did you flinch?
So I studied facts
And I’m planning my attack and I
Hope I will defeat your shield
And discover something here that’s real
Then that time has come
Yet I stumble on my tongue
I’m amiss on what I should do
Turn the tube on and watch the news
So there’s something to talk about but
There’s nothing to say
Hope she’s happy with our current affair
And she’s wants me to stay… today
But am I dreaming away
With thoughts she’s thinking of a million ways
To be rid of me ASAP
Then she serves up milk and and awkward joke and
A stream of white flows out of my nose
I need a dose of quik confidence
As she wonders about me
I’m dizzy. Dizzy
Then out of this gloom
I accidentally found her room
And every wall in her little space
Is thumb tacked a familiar face
And it allowed me to breathe
Like a fish thrown back at sea
So we stayed up and talked till we’d
Stop repeating happily
Timmy Rogers is the best
We’re sounds as ever now that we can talk for hours
These nervous kids are forever gone, gone, gone
I’m known as Mr Milk in someone else’s home
Good morning meals and hourly daily rumbles
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Cold
07:52
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There’s a strangeness in the air
Falling from the sky and thinking soon I could be dead
I am grossly unprepared
With a thousand things to do
Everything’s in focus as the ground rushes to you
I can see my end
And I am scared that soon I will be lost
Why I am scared, I’d miss out on so much
Missing out on dreams and
People I could know
Feelings I could touch and
Emotions I can clothe
I’ve got nowhere else to hide
I’m running around in circles here, I think the time is nigh
To strike a chord at height
But if all my dreams come true
And still I am not smiling then my parachute’s no use
What else would I do
I am scared that then I would be lost
Suddenly cold contemplating lost
Staring at the ground
Staring at the plane
Staring at the air
Staring at my air
Running out of air
Running out of space
Running out of air
Running out of air
The excitement follows tread
And the flies of butter stirring as I step from off this ledge
Now my heart is in my neck and with
Nervousness I smile but
Fear ominously looming on my helicopter dial
As I spiral from the light
I close my eyes and trust myself to night
Out of sight, out of sight and out of mind
Running out of time
Maybe out of my mind
And like cloud is to rain
I won’t live again
I’m running out of air
I’m running out of breath
I’m running out of time
Running out of time
There’s a distance in the air
Falling from the sky and thinking soon I could be dead
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The Clues Brisbane, Australia
Five Brisbane indie heads from various musical backgrounds getting together to make
music.
Debut EP "Yocto" was released Sep 2011.
First single, "This Year", has received triple J airplay.
The next single "Occupied" is just about to drop - think footloose meets The Smiths. We're touring July '12.
Influences are varied - Two Door Cinema Club, Whitest Boy Alive & Arcade Fire, to name a few
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