1. |
Coup de Grâce
04:43
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And you’re there
Waiting for me
And your hands,
crawl beneath my skin
Scratching out the blood clots of reasoning,
And tearing apart,
My wayward mind
I can hear them,
Calling me down.
I can hear them,
Calling me home.
Tell me,
The stories of the victims you hide
Your dear choice of last words,
And your favoured way to die.
I can hear them,
Calling me down.
I can hear them,
Calling me home.
You’ve known my bones,
Like my nails have your skin,
A sickness coupled with the cure from the same sin
A coup de grâce, before we begin
A coup de grâce,
Before we begin
And I can hear them,
Calling me down (and down and down)
I can hear them,
Calling me home
I can hear them, I can hear them
I can feel them,
Dragging me down.
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2. |
Bathe
03:52
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We’re rotting flesh
Being dragged by,
A trained mind
Shall I too subside?
Falling in line
Falling behind
We are in drowning in the clay we mould
Our thoughts are the cracks that never break the sculpt
And so we're put on the shelf
Another novelty to... sell
Pull out my eyes and set fire
To the empty domes,
Peel me down to the bone
Peel me down to the bone.
Let the dirt pile in
Suffocate me
So I can breathe again
So I can breathe again
Bathe in this energy
Everything we’re taught not to believe
We are bigger than the cage of our bodies
We are brought to life,
Every time we die
Whether in the earth or out to sea
We’re a cycle of continuity
There is a greater existence,
Than the human experience.
Bathe in this energy
Everything we’re taught not to believe
We are bigger than the cage of our bodies
We’re either dead or we’re dying
Either dead or we’re dying
Either dead or we’re dying
We’re either dead
Either dead or we’re dying
Either dead or we’re dying
Either dead or we’re dying
Either dead or we’re dying
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3. |
Two Left Hands
02:55
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I got two left hands at a cocktail bar
(Two left hands at a cocktail bar)
I got two left hands at a cocktail bar
(Two left hands at a cocktail bar)
And there’s nobody with the right hand who can take me away (oh no no)
And there’s nobody with the right hand who’s gonna buy me a drink
I got two left feet and the shoe don’t fit
So find another woman to wear it
I got two left feet and the shoe don’t fit
So find another woman to wear it
And there’s nobody with the right hand who can take me away (oh no no)
And there’s nobody with the right hand who can convince me to stay
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4. |
Realms
05:14
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I’ve grown weary of this warmth
And the skin on my shoulders is weighing me down
I’m getting blisters from this heat
Will the fire bring new life,
Or are we obsolete?
Yeah
We are more than calloused hands,
We are more than flesh and bone
The power of our mind
Expands beyond its home
We are more than calloused hands,
We are more than flesh and bone
The power of our mind
Expands
beyond its
home
My teeth are coming loose
And time is killing me
I’m picking my scabs
To expose the truth underneath
In another space, in another sea,
in another we
We are more than calloused hands,
We are more than flesh and bone
The power of our mind
Expands beyond its home
I think therefore I am
I exist therefore I can
Live beyond the realm of woman
I think, therefore I am
I exist, therefore I can
Live beyond the realm of woman
I think, therefore I am
I exist, therefore I can
Live outside societies demands
I think therefore I am
I exist therefore I can
Live beyond the realm of woman
We are more than calloused hands,
We are more than flesh and bone
The power of our mind
Expands beyond its home
I think therefore I am
I exist therefore I can
Live beyond the realm of woman
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
We were meant to be free
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5. |
Faceless
03:28
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We’re taught not to breathe, but to believe
In the faceless authorities (We’re all wasted)
And the suits, they walk
Through the government halls
Identify the poorest of the poor
And fuck em for their spare change on the floor
We’re kicking you down,
Calling you out,
We’re not pulling our punches,
And we’re taking what’s ours
The whole world is watching
So don’t feed us any more of your lies
I said, the whole world is watching
So don’t feed us any more of your lies
When the tides turn
We’ll let the tension burn
Not on the hands of the worker,
but the ‘public servant’
Who thought their pockets would reach so deep
As to hide their bloodied hands
that push holes in a world that weeps
And so we’re kicking you down,
Calling you out,
We’re not pulling our punches,
And we’re taking what’s ours
The whole world is watching
So don’t feed us any more of your lies
I said, the whole world is watching
So don’t feed us any more of your lies
Think for yourself
Think for yourself
(We’re taught not to breathe)
(We’re taught not to breathe)
We’re kicking you down,
Calling you out,
We’re not pulling our punches,
And we’re taking what’s ours
The whole world is watching
So don’t feed us any more of your lies
I said, the whole world is watching
So don’t feed us any more of your lies
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The Miffs Melbourne, Australia
The Miffs are three women from Melbourne//Naarm bringing a healthy mix of psych, surf, grunge and all-out rock 'n roll.
Their music is a jamboree of heaviness, dreaminess and atmospheric space.
Members:
Hannah Mawson - bass
Sinead Brassil - drums
Erin Grace - guitar, vocals
For bookings contact @benicebookings
benicebookings@gmail.com
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