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Hollywood
02:28
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Red faced and holding out.
For a call from her main man.
She was expecting him an hour ago.
Give her the keys sheʼs going out.
Taking the turns heʼs holding it down.
He spent his last day playing the clown.
You could hear the tyre tracks from a mile away.
But as she told him.
I know, You know what's going on.
You're young, you're dumb, you're full of cum.
A tragedy written in tyre marks.
Should be sold to Hollywood.
To Hollywood.
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2. |
Collide
03:24
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How long was I bleeding out, Was I in with the out.
Was I in the way, Was there something I was missing out on.
All along.
Was it something else, Was it something he said.
Was he in your head, When you hit end call.
It's legitimate, to you.
Goodbye.
Is what I’d say if you’d just leave my mind.
Hello, my friend, if can even call you that.
It's hard to think of you and it these days.
How long was I bleeding out, was I in with the out.
Was I in the way, was there something I was missing out on.
All along.
Was it something else, was it something he said.
Was he in your head, When you hit end call.
It's legitimate, to you.
I need another, I need some sleep.
I need shelter, I can’t believe.
That I’m praying to something I can not see.
And there's nothing else that I can be.
And I’m praying to let you know I’m fine.
And I’m praying I still know what is mine.
Collide.
Into what I thinks a meaningful disguise.
I’ve lost my mind, to something that used to be mine.
Now I can sing my crimes just to myself.
How long was I bleeding out, was I in with the out.
Was I in the way, was there something I was missing out on.
All along.
Was it something else, Was it something he said.
Was he in your head, When you hit end call.
It's legitimate, to you.
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3. |
Dead Starlet
01:58
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Dead starlet, in my heart.
Dead starlet, I wish she just would start.
Dead starlet, there's nothing quite like losing you.
Like a dog I’d follow you.
But now my radiator's through.
And now I’m biting my nails, because I’m slowly losing you.
Dead starlet, in my heart.
Dead starlet, I wish she just would start.
Dead starlet, theres nothing quite like losing you.
Give me just six more months.
I’m not ready, I got nothing but you on my mind.
Its ok cause I will always have you in my heart, but I’ll be missing you.
Dead starlet, in my heart.
Dead starlet, I wish she just would start.
Dead starlet, theres nothing quite like losing you.
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4. |
Year Six Speeches
03:32
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If you are what you eat, then I hate what I eat I dig in.
Another stab at the covers the heartbreak, the lovers I lie.
It's not the taste of the limelight, my thoughts on the line, it's myself.
And coming to this connection, a lost intervention, I might…
Just finish my speech, I’ll get lead off by leash, knock em out.
But it's not my fault, if you slip.
I’ll get up.
I’ll get out.
I’ll get up.
Who’s not depressed, impressed in concrete buildings and.
Who’s not impressed by people who have jobs and I.
Would go to bed fucked up every night if it hurt.
It's not the taste of the limelight, my thoughts on the line, it's myself.
And coming to this connection, a lost intervention, I might…
Just finish my speech, I’ll get lead off by leash, knock em out.
But it's not my fault, if you slip.
Just finish my speech, I’ll get lead off by leash, knock em out.
But it's not my fault, if you slip.
I’ll get up.
I’ll get out.
I’ll get up.
Who’s not depressed, impressed in concrete buildings and.
Who’s not impressed by people who have jobs and I.
Would go to bed fucked up every night if it hurt.
I’d go to bed fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up.
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5. |
Bill's Riff
04:57
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Running, I know.
Calling to let go.
Testing the water.
One slip I’m going under.
Tension, in my bones.
Hands high, I’m not stoned.
Vivid imagery aside.
Im crawling on the…
My head can’t be racing, I’m skitsing and pacing now.
To myself I’m annoying, so please come and teach me how.
Please give me something, could possibly calm me down.
Walk home, all alone.
Rain drops on my phone.
The door is, wide open.
But I can’t see, right in.
I am, so loud.
The neighbours must have called the cops by now.
By now.
YA.
My head can’t be racing, I’m skitsing and pacing now.
To myself I’m annoying, so please come and teach me how.
Please give me something, could possibly calm me down.
Tension, in my bones.
Hands high, I’m not stoned.
Vivid imagery aside.
Im crawling on the floor.
YA.
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6. |
Kachow!
04:56
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Don’t call me out, I’m trying to get older.
This fear of what I do not know, is eating me alive.
Tonight I’ll hold my breath, I’m moving slowly.
I’m breathing far too easy through the hole thats in my chest.
Jealousy is not for me, I’m only,
Infinitely loathing all my parodies and cause.
I’m nothing more than the traps set up around me.
I’ve been on the ropes, the same that tie you to the tracks,
Twirl my moustache, evil laugh.
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7. |
No Shoes
01:45
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No shoes in my head.
Gotta keep my carpet clean.
Head first into god knows what, but I’m keeping track,
Of the times I’ve broken down
99 missed phone calls I’m not answering,
Mum's calls and I’m too damn scared to call her back,
All my walls are falling down.
Growing up and living down.
Should I be more sad about that.
I’d ask my mother if it's something,
Man I really hope it's nothing,
Can I get a hold of someone hold me back.
Going up and living down.
But I guess I’ll just push through.
Growing up and living down.
Should I be more sad about that.
I’d ask my mother if it's something,
Man I really hope it's nothing,
Can I get a hold of someone hold me back.
I’m going under.
Pull my head under the covers.
Saying sorry to my lovers.
Think of all the unknown numbers,
Hold me back.
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8. |
Triple Knot
03:27
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At least I can leave with my shoes tied.
Triple knot I'm not home leave you name at the tone.
I'm not cheap but I'm snoozing next to you.
I won't pull at your heart strings
Leaving nothing but dust is this passion or lust.
I'll complete my confession tapes for you.
Sitting pretty on my own self worth.
Waste some time on trying your heart on for size.
I'm sitting pretty pretty on the edge of my seat.
Tryna think of something else I can do when I'm alone and blue.
And I love you, enough to hate you now.
Come on let me let you know that I'm a freak
I'm nothing new I'm nothing new to you.
At least I can leave with my shoes tied.
Triple knot I'm not home leave you name at the tone.
I'm not cheap but I'm snoozing next to you.
Wonderwall, won’t protect my from the arguments made now I need some first aid.
Nurse, Nurse.
Come and help me let her down.
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9. |
Half to Death
04:24
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10. |
Maude St.
02:43
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Maude street has a funny way of letting you know how.
You'd like to stay at home.
By yourself yet not alone.
He’s got a shake in his voice that says he’s given in.
And she would do the same but she knows it would bring her down big-time.
(AND WE DON'T WANT THAT DO WE)
Close call, call home, home sweeter than hair ties.
Left at his place last night.
Steady playing but he’s playing himself alright, for keeps this time but...
Who’s name is on his tree if he’s got one.
It makes a sane man want to drive,
Up the curb and off the cliff just to find out what it reads.
Double vision, 20/20, double parked in the carpark.
Who’s to say if he should drive,
Up the curb and off the cliff, just to find out what it reads.
Close call, call home, home sweeter than hear ties.
Left at his place last night.
Steady playing but he’s playing himself alright for keeps this time but...
Maude street has a funny way of letting you know how,
You'd like to stay at home.
Double vision, 20/20, double parked in the carpark.
Now the trees left unmarked
Now he’s......
Now he’s getting up to speed
And she’s been waiting up for weeks
And she knows just what this means
Into the dark his headlights bleed.
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Melanie Auckland, New Zealand
Shoes off at the door please, hailing from West Auckland, Melanie brings high-octane punk and mid-west sensibilities together to form a unique sound that will have you dancing on the outside and crying on the inside. Drawing inspiration from artists such as Joyce Manor, Jeff Rosenstock and Title Fight, they like to jump around and have fun! ... more
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