1. |
CONSCRIPT
03:15
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SUDS - CONSCRIPT
Back in 1942, my Dad volunteered to go away to war,
Just an 18-year-old country lad,
But he knew what he was going for,
If I got the call, had to go, had no choice,
Doubt I could say why with an honest voice,
If Basic didn't break me, I still couldn't call myself a patriot,
Governments leading us towards a nation I don't want to represent,
Couldn't say it's because we value human life,
When the first of us don't have the same rights,
We’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
What am I supposed to say?
I’m not an invader,
I am not a saviour,
Dad believed the cause,
But now what is it for?
Is it nationalistic pride?
Not for Queen or country,
Or for speeches fed to me,
We can't take the higher ground,
Morally and allow,
Our homemade genocide,
I'm not a part of their apartheid,
Apartheid. Apartheid. Apartheid,
Yeah, we’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
We’re all going away,
What am I supposed to say?
I’m not an invader,
I am not a saviour,
Dad believed the cause,
But now what is it for?
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2. |
DOG WHISTLING
03:05
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SUDS - DOG WHISTLING
You gotta wonder what they think of us,
Across the oceans when they see the fuss,
From a boat of desperate people,
Public outrage puts them in a cage,
I know a place where people came on boats,
Unauthorised and largely unopposed,
They took it all from the people here first,
But now they fail to see the irony,
Still they changed the national anthem to just whistling,
Dog whistling, dog whistling, dog whistling,
You gotta wonder what they think of us,
Three to a square kilometre,
Our boundless plains everywhere,
But not enough for us to share,
I know a place where people had a vote,
It changed policy made by xenophobes,
And the place thrived with the cultures coming in,
But now they say we're full,
They're full of it,
And now they want a national anthem that's just whistling,
Dog whistling,
We are not full, we are not full, we are not full, we are not full,
We are not full, we are not full, we are not full, we are not full.
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SUDS - ALL MY FRIENDS ARE LEAVING TOWN
All my friends are leaving town,
They’re moving up and moving down,
We had a niche, they broke the lease,
I’m left behind here on my own,
All my friends are leaving town,
We had to know it’d come around,
But not this fast, our days have past,
Now this town doesn’t feel like home,
Yeah, they’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving...
Melbourne called, Saunders took off,
My housemate Dan, Anna and Josh,
Stevie, Stevie, why did you leave me?
Leon can’t we share the same town?
Sydney took schoolmates from me,
Then Jerico, Fin and Mully,
Magdalena chose London, England
I’m here drinking on my own,
Yeah, they’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
Lost my schoolmates to the Gong,
Now my uni friends have gone,
I got a job so I didn’t leave,
In radio in the Gallery,
But transience is getting old,
I made new friends at Turner Bowls,
But it wasn’t long till they got the itch,
Now they’re gone too and I’ve got the shits,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
They’re all leaving town, yeah,
Leaving town.
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4. |
GENTRIFIED
02:51
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SUDS - GENTRIFIED
Well alright, out tonight, preloaded because I don't wanna pay,
Over-priced alcohol, bland décor, TVs on every single wall,
Big line-up, shitty DJ, drunk wankers who keep getting in,
The bouncer's on steroids, our local doesn’t look the same,
What happened to the scum?
What happened to the grime?
What happened to the dank?
There's a cancer never satisfied,
Until it destroys your favourite dive,
Our local’s been tortured and murdered and covered with lime,
Where are the old couches?
The posters from back when bands played live?
There's a cancer never satisfied,
Until it destroys your favourite dive,
Until everywhere is gentrified,
And the old neighbourhood dies,
What happened to our slum?
What happened to the crime?
What happened to the rent?
It’s an eviction sign.
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5. |
OUT TONIGHT
03:24
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SUDS - OUT TONIGHT
We're wasted, heading out tonight,
Just a few of us, my mates and I,
We need that Dutch courage,
Coz every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight,
The things we're seeing out tonight,
Guys hassling hot girls in line,
They're bigger than the bouncers,
And they're frothing on B-grade substances,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, we gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out, gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight,
Gotta go out tonight, gotta go out tonight,
There's aggression in the air,
And there's dickheads everywhere,
We're high but not as high as them,
We never let it make us violent,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, we gotta get home tonight,
Gotta get home, gotta get home tonight,
Coz every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta get home tonight,
Coz every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta get home tonight,
Coz every other dude's ripped and massive,
Gotta get home tonight,
Coz every other dude's ripped and massive.
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6. |
THE MAN SONG
04:20
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SUDS - THE MAN SONG
I’m tired of being reminded of what I’m supposed to be,
A mere male, born in this country, typified on TV,
There's not much to us,
We fish and go camping and drink mid-strength beer,
We love our mates but our women annoy us,
Always getting in your ear,
I watch the footy, I’m not footy-phobic,
But I can’t stand the ads,
They say we’re simple, bumbling and hopeless,
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad”,
Nip down the pub but tell the family,
“I’m puttin’ up some shelves”,
You get caught, you need The Woman Whisperer™,
To tell her it’s alright because we can’t tell her ourselves,
She’s a nag and she hates you having fun,
You’re a dag and the best you can aspire to,
Is crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones,
Crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones,
It’s only tele, it’s just entertainment, it’s only make believe,
Because all these blokes, they look pretty average,
And their wives are beauty queens,
They’re only ads selling a product with the white suburban dream,
But I reckon they send a message,
Are we being sold the White Australia Policy?
So there it is, there’s the blue print, the archetypal Aussie man,
But what about, what about my gay mates or non-footy fans,
Indigenous fathers, sons of migrants, yeah what about them?
Where’s the artists, intellectuals and writers,
Are they all fictitious characters?
You’re a male so just be white and dumb,
In Australia the best you can aspire to,
Is crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones,
Crackin-a-couple-a-cold-ones.
We’re not the men they say we are,
They’re hanging on to the past,
We’ve come a long way,
And we are not the same despite the telecast,
We’re not the men they say we are,
They’re hanging on to the past,
We’ve come a long way but we got a way to go,
And we need to let our boys know misogyny’s not alright!
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7. |
MOVING BACKWARD
03:40
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SUDS - MOVING BACKWARD
Well, here we are again,
It's where we were before,
Camelot has crumbled,
Though it never really stood that tall,
Old enough to know now,
That both sides are the same,
When you hadn't lived through both,
Seems like things could have changed,
With the benefit of hindsight,
We know he sucked us in,
And then he let us down,
So she got up and kicked him out,
Something to be proud of,
A woman in the top job,
But then she got the same,
He came back and knocked her off,
By then he was different,
Seemed more like the other side,
So with nothing left,
We suddenly went right,
Moving backward,
So here we are again, it’s 1996,
It will be years until we’re seen as progressive,
We don’t like this new mob but we have all forgot,
It was the other side that up and lost the plot,
Moving backward,
So we’re all vocal about the winning side,
Nothing like conservatives to make you speak your mind,
But post-07 we were not this engaged,
The false sense of hope made us maintain our rage,
We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward,
We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward,
We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward,
We are selective about where we hang shit,
One side’s elected but both sides are moving backward.
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8. |
RADIO SILENCE
02:58
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SUDS - RADIO SILENCe
Chloroform on a rag,
I sneak up from the back,
He can’t hear me because he loves how,
The opinions sound coming out his mouth,
In the ads he takes a breath,
I suffocate him but not enough for death,
He wakes up on his own,
Where he can’t be heard because we took his microphone,
Yeah, I’ve got half a mind,
To silence all the liars,
I could tear them off the air,
But I’m no fascist,
Chloroform on a rag,
I sneak up from the back,
He can’t hear me because he’s fixed on,
A teleprompter where he reads his hate from,
Lights fade he takes a breath,
I suffocate him but not enough for death,
He’ll like the Gulag just fine,
There’s a spotlight, Andy’s free to speak his mind,
Yeah, I’ve got half a mind,
To silence all the liars,
I could tear them off the air,
But I’m no fascist,
Radio silence, radio silence, radio silence, yeah,
Radio silence, radio silence, radio silence, yeah,
Wait, I just got told we have to let all the political prisoners go,
Bigotry’s legal, they’re liberated and they’re getting back their shows,
Comrade Stalin won’t be happy repression’s not allowed,
Now how will we communists silence these voices now?
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9. |
PARANOID PETER PANDROID
04:10
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SUDS - PARANOID PETER PANDROID
At first I thought it was funny, how did things get this way?
We came so far but now we’re starting to decay,
Yeah something changed, we’re mean and tight and cruel,
Now egalitarian means aristocratic rule,
Welcome to the new way,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
But now it doesn’t seem so funny the further right we get,
No, you can’t come in, or tie the knot like we said,
The arts, the ABC and universities are mouthpieces for the left,
We’ll fix the economy with some Joint Strike Fighter jets,
Welcome to the new way,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
We’ve got everything you need,
Wrath, pride, hate and greed,
I might be paranoid, I might be paranoid,
I might be paranoid, I’m probably paranoid,
All you need is lots of money, just get born into wealth,
Dad can get you a scholarship, an iron ore mine to yourself,
Yeah, entitlement’s done, we’re cutting back welfare,
And if you can’t survive, we don’t fucking care!
Welcome to the new way,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
We’ve got everything you need,
Wrath, pride, hate and greed,
I might be paranoid, I might be paranoid,
I might be paranoid, I might be paranoid.
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10. |
DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR
03:18
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SUDS - DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR
I'm an old man with delusions of grandeur,
And I got relevance depravation syndrome,
A well-inflated sense of entitlement,
And you got why I can't just sit at home,
I’m an old man who’s deluded, I’ll grant ya,
But I got musical depravation syndrome,
A world away from it all where I grew up,
So you leave, but you’re 21 before you get a show,
Expiration dates,
I’ll drink this milk,
When it goes off,
I’ll lap it up, I’ll stay delusional,
I’ve had enough, when I’ve had enough,
Already set back coming from a small town,
When they only want covers you’re hell bent on getting out,
Then you realise, city bands have got it tough,
There’s a million of 'em out there,
Support the good ones, and they’ll hook you up,
But that’s not instant, and it doesn’t mean their fans,
Will hang around for your set, when you bust in, on a scene of bands,
But you come back and you slowly build your crowd,
It’ll never be your day job, but why should that stop you now?
Expiration dates, (I’ve heard ‘em all),
I’ll drink this milk, when it goes off,
I’ll lap it up, I’ll stay delusional,
Your use before's been used before.
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