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Observatory I
02:36
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Observatory
Observatory
There’s a big eye in the sky floating down
Glass floating highlights VHS dreams
Observatory eye in the sky
Glass cracking sound
Floating down
Higher
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2. |
Double Vanity
03:42
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DIY heaven
Double Vanity
Triple Platinum
Double glazing
Crown moulding
Won’t you step into my mudroom?
Granite benchtops in my kitchen
With the dishes piled to the sky
Dishes piled high!
Ha-ha!
Granite benchtops in my kitchen. Yeah!
In my mudroom
I just a really hope it's cooked inside
mmm my country sponge
I just really hope it’s cooked inside!
Love a good…
double, double, double, double who?
Double vanity insanity yeah-yeah!
Double vanity
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3. |
Mercury In Retrograde
04:04
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It must be …
The mercury in retrograde
Mercury rising - yah!
Electricity is tricking me
x - x - x expiring
The traveller in the wiring
Trapped, trapped, trapped in the wiring… haha!
Like a dandelion floats on the wind
Taken flight with a spin on the wind
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Inviting me in
I’m wired into your wireframe
The painting dismounts the wall
rise and fall
Footsteps on the floorboards
walk right through, right through the wall!
Like a dandelion floats on the wind
taking flight with a spin on the wind. Yah!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh inviting me in
Aspiring to your wireframe
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh inviting me in
A siren of exposed wiring
ahh, ahh, ahh, inviting me in!
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4. |
On Bland
02:09
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Oh, it’s the beige parade
Put on yr masquerade for the day’s sharade
Oh, now life is strange
Drive, engage and you entertain…
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft…
Pour on your beige parade,
Scroll past, post paid
Go with a silent gaze
Hologram streams down her interface
It’s personal, it’s typical, let it go
It’s personal bla-bla-bland
It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful. Aint it?
Are you comfortable? Your comfort within contortion…
Identity theft…
Twisting and turning your bending and breaking
Mix-up the recipe straight from the precipice
Personal, typical, analytical/let it go, personal bla-bla bland
I used to look into the mirror
Now i look inside myself
Now i look into my screen
Now i eat, sleep, and i dream, i…
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5. |
What Are Your Numbers?
04:20
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So you're an influencer
I’m an interloper, i wanna believe yer!
Hmmm what are your numbers?
100 million figures to sustain?
We are instrumental
With arms a-bending, limbs outstretched
They are extending
I’d love to believe you
I’d love to love you, love to leave you…ghosted
Everyday, a new affirmation everyday a new persona, everyday, a new incantation
Everyday, i move to the algorithm!
So youre the gatekeeper
I’m a broken dreams …investor
I won’t believe you
What do you wonder?
We pay for plays to fund our lavish lifestyle
Here’s to the tastemakers
We are the gateway
Wall to wall open source
They are pretending
I’d love to name you
Love to shame you
Love to leave you ghosted
Every day, a new affirmation
Every day, a new persona
Every day, a new syncopation
Every day, i beat the algorithm
let’s dance
Every day, i dance to the algorithm
Everyday, i beat the algorithm
Let’s dance
Slay to the algorithm
Oh, Together
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6. |
Escalator
04:41
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When i close my eyes, i’m channelling a warm light …
Unhinged under the tree, oh the swing seat flies free
When i close my eyes, i’m channelling o-range light
Unhinged under a tree, oh the swing seat fly free
I’m on an escalator into the sky
In the middle of the night
I’m on an escalator to the vanishing point
Into the distant li-i-ight (escalator)
Wave goodbye
When i close my eyes, propelled into the unknown
A trajectory into a star so whole so old
I close my eyes, i’m channelling the warm light
Unhinged under a tree, oh the swing seat flies free
I’m on an escalator into the sky
In the middle of the night
I’m on an escalator to the vanishing point
Into the distant li-i-ight (escalator)
I say goodbye
I wave goodbye
Say goodbye
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7. |
Night Moves
03:17
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Stereo is on
She got the curtains drawn
She can feel a storm
She got her night moves on
She got her stockings torn
She left the oven on
Smoke fills the room
On the linoleum (floor)
With her night moves
With her night moves
With her night moves
Dancing on and on
She’ll dance all night
bop-shoo wop-bop
bop-shoo wop-bop
bop-shoo wop-bop
bop-shoo wop-bop
Smoke fills the room
Sweeps the linoleum floor uh-huh!
With her night moves
With her night moves
With her night moves
She’s dancing on and on
She’ll dance all night
With her night moves
With her night moves
With her night moves
She’s dancing on and on
She’ll dance all night
Ah ah ah ah ah!
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8. |
Feel It Moving
04:33
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He ha! He ha! He ha! He ha!
Everyday i'm hustlin
I will not give it up
A new day suffice to say
I won’t be moved aside,
Instead i stand here
Every day i’m stationary,
frozen in a frame
A new day, another way
I lie awake once again
I stand here
I breathe in, i breathe out
I feel it moving
I release it completely
I inhale and exhale
I feel it moving
I release it completely
He ha! He ha! He ha! He ha! He ha!
Everyday i’m hustlin
A masquerade, a show
Everyday’s a pill for pain
And music to melt the day
Melts the day away
Everyday a masquerade
persona to create
I lie awake, a day to wait
Another pill for the pain
I dissolve the day away
I breathe in, i breathe out
I feel it moving
I release it completely
I inhale and exhale
I feel it moving
I release it completely
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9. |
Beauty Weaponised
05:08
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She asked me what beauty means….
She’s steppin on a landmine
Beauty texturised into camo contrast
Demonstration deconstructed
Tears apart my eyes
Into fragments into pixels
Scattered across the sky
Beauty weaponised
X X explosion
Beauty catapulted into camo competition
Asking what beauty means to me….
Stepping on a landmine
Beauty takes your eyes into camo contrast
beauty weaponised
Xx explosion
Catapult it into camo competition
Painted across the sky
I paint it across the sky
M-woah m-woah m-woah m-woah
Paint by numbers join the dots (mmm-wah)
Breath of nostalgia memory, dream, colour, textile, robust, design, interiors unwind, a brocade, a fabric tapestry a memory, patchwork, landscape
Like a blanket around a heart
Throwing pixels across the sky
Where the fallout lands i do not know
Found a message from the future
On a distant diasporan shore
We’re not in the hong kong haze
M-woah m-woah m-woah
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10. |
Observatory II
03:21
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I observe the cut glass
In the face of it I remember who i am
In the observatory glass floating eye
With the dome in the cross
With the hum of the drone
With an eye floating down
With you looking on me
keeping me warm…
Like a 70s jungle terrarium
Like a 70s tropical terrarium
Like on the tv screen at 4am, when my favourite show came on
and i was too teenage to survive…
The sorrow, in the suburb, in the suburb
that killed my mother ‘young’
No revelation, no revolution
Just run, run, run from the suburb
run, run, run from the suburb
run, run, run from the suburb
that killed my mother ‘young’
No revelation. No!
No revolution. No!
No revelation...
Just run
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Double Vanity Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne three-piece Double Vanity are all dim lighting, velvet curtains and crystal
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A dystopian dream within a dream into the virtual human centre toward a brave new world of ‘airportwave.’
Drama inducing synths, drippin' bass grooves and reverb soaked guitar. Out front, a delay drenched diva over the slow beating heart of the analogue drum machine.
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