1. |
Innocent Bystander
02:23
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You are from the mountains
I will find you on a beach.
It all comes with the cold water
Inside the valley sneak
Walk whole into the forest
Many wonders in a cow’s head
Mitten-grabbers bite the molar
Window weather ride the sled
Blood that keeps on pushing
Remote and distant stare
Form pockets of puddles
Walls that turn to chalk
Blood that keeps on pushing
Remote and gasp for air
Innocent bystander
You are Iceland beach
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2. |
Curvature Of The Spine
05:50
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I find, try a little anger
Be blind frosted like the mirror
Relate to
Such a little anchor
Connect to
Frozen like the river
I find, in another window
I spy, try a little anger
Become to
Relate with
Connect to
Frozen like the river
I find, show a little anger
I find, make it a little easier
I find, make it a little easier
I find, make it a little easier
(Make it a little easier)
(Frozen like the water)
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3. |
Climb The Curtain
03:07
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Climb the curtain
Catch the honey bee
Don't be certain
Come with me
A small brain would do you well
Room for life inside the shell
In love in love in love in love
Climb the curtain set me free
In love in love
Baptised jet-lagged babies
The thinker's face
Amber light bullshit
A small brain would do you well
Scratch the surface
Wear the bell
A hole in the forest...
Come with me
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I'll be your microwave wheat bag
I'll be your salty rainbow
I'll be your balding eagle
I'll be your stomach grinder
ooh I'd love to eat you up
feeling good about it
ooh I'm falling head over heels
full of pissy panic
ooh I'm falling head over heels
feeling good about it
chop you up and store you in the fridge
you set my heart on fire
you'll be my sweet potato
you'll be my pussy willow
you'll be my raising agent
you'll be my heart derinder
ooh I'm falling head over heels
feeling good about it
chop you up an store you in the fridge
you set my heart on fire
ooh i'd love to eat you up
feeling good about it
ooh I'm falling head over heels
full of pissy panic
i have a dweeeeeem
you make my arteries sing
you make me swim
i'll be your one way mirror
I'll be my smoky bacon
you'll be my electric meat mincer
we'll be your extra crunchy
I'll be your tiny teddy
ooh I'd love to eat you up
feeling good about it
chop you up an store you in the fridge
feel defibrillating
Oooh I’m falling head over heels
Feeling good about it
chop you up and store you in the fridge
You set my heart on fire
i have a dweeeeeeeeeeeeeem
I have a wish
my arteries are swimming
i'll be your one way mirror
you are liberating
you are defibrilating
you are elevating
I am levitating
do not press go and collect the pension
do not fill out section C If the dream is over
tresspassers will be run over
in case of panic in case of picnic
in case of fire do not smoke
electric meat mincer
McVitties digestives
strawberry wafer
ELECTRIC MEAT MINCERRRRR
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5. |
Tomorrow
02:33
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Wait until tomorrow
A solution will arrive
A million breaths per second
Pistons gasp for air
Patriarchal patronising
Arrythmic palpitation
Rays of golden handshakes
Ambitious frozen stares
Hyperventilation forearm support frame
Atrial fibrillation forearm support frame
Blood desaturation forearm support frame
Congestion calcification forearm support frame
Fuck tomorrow cannot press rewind
Occasional unsteadiness less options please
Fuck tomorrow transfer between units
Hollow plaque formation..
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6. |
Sketches Of The Sun
04:07
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He sat and drew sketches of the sun…
Burned holes too hot for holding
Receptacles unfolding
Polarised and sacred
The 3 the 2 the 1
Sketches of the sun
He sat down and scattered like an echo
Green and purple halo
Red and yellow structures
Independent living centres
Overstimulated
Power of attorney
Eyes taste like burning
The 3 the 2 the 1
Sketches of the sun
He sat down after everything was done…
White matter tracts dissolving
Burst like bottle rockets
Heart’s a roman candle
Programmed decomposing
Programmed doors are closing
Programmed arms are opening
Programmed arms are closing
Hellicopter’s a mosquito
Electric tastes like yellow
The 3 the 2 the 1
Sketches of the sun
He gazed into annihiliation
Broadcast and dispersing
Loving hands dissolving
Accelerated slowing
Polarised and sacred
Polarised and naked
Advanced care directive
Possessions form like bubbles
Possessions shed like troubles
Eyes like comet sockets
The 3 the 2 the 1
Sketches of the sun
He sat and drew sketches of the sun
Defiant hand was shaking
He drew an atlas of the future
Faced his death while grinning
Embraced by Space invaders
Pencil marks were fading
The end and the beginning
Paper skin is thinning
The 3 the 2 the 1
Sketches of the sun
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7. |
Glass
03:36
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I know I did you wrong I slept with your best friend
But it’s only because she reminded me of you only with much better hair
I respect that you are vegan but sometimes I slip rowees in your beer
And I force feed you salted ham when you are asleep
I’m really sorry about the time I backed my car over your cat’s head,
Honestly it was an accident I only wanted to give it a scare
I didn’t see you coming and I snapped both of your legs
I should have called an ambulance but I was late to meet my ex
Sometimes I’m not perfect, I admit I’ve made some mistakes
I faked a terminal illness just to keep you form escape
I’ve installed 10,000 cameras to monitor you everywhere you go
But it’s your fault we ended up in Frankston
I’m perpetually unemployed and my penis doesn’t work
I never wash the dishes and never brush my teeth
I fart under the covers and kick you in your sleep
Occasionally I’m not perfect, I admit I’ve made some mistakes
There are some things I’m not proud of some things I wish I could take back
Like when I slashed all of your car tyres because you were spending too much time at work
But I’m sure you can forgive me after what you put me through
'Cos moving us to Frankston was the worst thing you could do
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9. |
Happy Place
03:19
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10. |
Discovery
04:33
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A voyage into the darkness
Lightning in the sea
Underneath green fishes
Icebergs line the way
Pursued by salty strangers
Mist decays the sight
Tide betrays the captain
Into the sea at night
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11. |
Snowflake
03:16
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Intentions plain
Generations the same
The ripple effect
A numbers game
He who appears fairest
He who appears sane
He who forgets tomorrow
On the people he shall reign
A place of worship
The house of pain
An automated message
You've been chasing your tail
Compulsions to control
Compulsions to escape
Compulsions to love
Compulsions to hate
Lost in the forest
Obscured by the trees
The girl is now older
A sudden chest pain
Compulsions to follow
Compulsions to dictate
Compulsions to love
Compulsions to hate
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12. |
Safety
04:59
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Draw the iron curtain
Switch off the telephone
Pillow tastes metallic
You are never alone
Familiar radio voices
Embrace your ears
Reviews of old sports matches
Flicker in the fading light
Hide amongst the blankets
Doorbell terrifies
Ritualistic to survive
Ritualistic to survive
Compartmentalise
Safety lies in the numbers
And you are never alone
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Halfbeak Melbourne, Australia
Halfbeak is the art-pop, industrial, electronica and modern classical stylings of Tim
Gum.
Halfbeak's warped world of crazy is inspired as much by visual art and literature as music. Curiosity and the explorations of sounds, rhythm and ideas that follow.
Similar artists: Radiohead, Erik Satie, Steve Reich, Brian Eno, Nick Cave, The Dirty Three
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