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More Great, More Terrible

by Cedarsmoke

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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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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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released October 27, 2023

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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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