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Maybe We're Getting Old
03:32
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Blown in by the gales of New South Wales
Where time moves slow and the scenery is pretty
Although she grew up to be near-sighted
She always had eyes for the city
While I was broken down in Brisbane
When my Corolla wouldn’t turnover
The ones who say you can’t escape your past
Are the ones who said that we would never last
Don’t go, don’t choke but maybe our love is getting cold
Or maybe we’re just getting old
Gone are the days of ambiguity
Laws were never broken; though sometimes bent
A ceiling fan that hardly seemed to work
Hung above our heads like a cloud of debt
Now we’re breathing in air conditioning
And going to bed before 10pm
I’ll take a taxi over the bus
But there’s always money better spent
Up all night, too high
Maybe I don’t want that life no more
But just don’t say that I’m too mature
Blink and things change
Nothing sustains, don’t be crestfallen
Just click both your heels
It’s for real in its abstractness
It’s unsafe to stay on memory lane
Where all comparisons just feel tame
Kids, work and chores hold all dominion
As pleasure fades into oblivion
Now I finish late and you start early
We haven’t gone to the movies since we turned 30
Remember we used to go out and raise the dead
Now we only seem to go to bed
Rugged-up, un-fucked
Maybe our love is getting cold
Or maybe we’re just getting old
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Nothing At All
04:29
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Once I was a hangman I rang the bell
Once I was a gravedigger but I came too close to hell
Once I was an astronaut I heard the angels cry
Once I was a goldfish I was doomed to die
Well I don’t know about you
But I don’t want to be a panda in the zoo
Encaged in a world so small
To eat, sleep, procreate inside until you are no more
This life could be meaningful but it probably means nothing at all
St Peter is the bouncer at heaven’s gate
But they breached the maximum occupancy centuries ago we’re far too late
The music there is muted and the drinks are watered down
It’s too perfect you couldn’t pay me to hang around
It sticks to you like glue or dog shit on your shoe
There’s no scaffolding against the wall we are all destined to fall
This could be a sign from god but it probably means nothing at all
Everyone is waiting for the nuclear bomb
I wouldn’t hold my breath but you should be alarmed
Everyone’s praying on their knees
Or else they’re getting drunk on their feet
There’s nothing left to say and it doesn’t matter anyway
Flashes before your eyes in the hall
Your life in photographs on the walls
It could be mean everything but it probably means nothing at all
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Cedarsmoke Brisbane, Australia
Cedarsmoke is the indie-folk-rock project of Brisbane-based singer-songwriter, Jon Cloumassis. With a lyric-centred approach to songwriting, Cedarsmoke create literary and narrative-driven songs.
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