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Rolly Nice

by The Finks

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1.
Given time enough this all will fade like it has before But time’s not lining up to take the blame That’s what friends are for To begin is to come closer to an end There’s nothing that nostalgia cannot bend We were there then we knew it when We were there we knew it then You’re too whimsical considering what this is It’s biblical it’s us versus the kids We were there then we knew it when We were there we knew it then Leave your youth behind There’s nothing there that’s good for you Leave your youth behind It’s a miracle we all got through A number that nostalgia drew A poem for a parent to opine Leave your youth behind Dust off your glasses take a look Leave your youth behind Was it memory’s slippery hand you shook A cue from history you took An uppercut a jab a hook An elegy for what you thought you’d find
2.
I don’t believe the old poems. I don’t believe anything that anyone sings. I don’t believe in rhyme. I don’t believe that something is better than nothing. I don’t believe the future will be better than the past. I believe that the present is what happened five minutes ago, plus five minutes. I believe in uncertainty. I believe in saltwater. I don’t believe in charity. I believe that everything is personal. I don’t believe that anyone can like anyone else as much as they like themself. I believe in kissing. I believe in drunkenness and headaches. I believe in caffeine. I believe there is such a thing as too much caffeine. I believe in citrus. I believe in Panadol. I believe the smell of a sick person’s room. I believe in knees and toes and hair and skin. I believe in dandruff and morning breath. I believe that sleep is underrated. I don’t believe that, if you eat your crusts, you’ll get curly hair. I believe in competency. I believe in boredom and routine. I believe that we are what we repeatedly do. I believe that all we can do is what we’ve learned from others. I believe that all we’re doing is what we’ve seen others do. I don’t believe that anyone actually knows what they’re doing. I don’t believe that having kids makes you a better person. I don’t believe that being a bad parent makes you a bad person. I believe that success is a form of deception. I believe that the big and significant is contained in the small and insignificant. I don’t believe in public displays of discipline. I don’t believe in the Freudian slip. I believe that art is a crutch. I believe in food. I believe in food that you can eat with your hands. I believe in the pleasure of hunger before a meal. I believe in the difference between salty and sweet. I believe in tomato sauce sachets. I believe in a banana for breakfast. I don’t believe in expensive wine. I don’t believe that baked is necessarily better than fried. I believe that the lamington and the Anzac biscuit are probably New Zealand inventions. I believe in fruit bowls. I believe in leftovers. I believe in vegemite toast. I believe in baths. I believe in hay fever. I don’t believe that, when it’s really hot or really cold, it will ever be anything but really hot or really cold. I believe in afternoon naps. I believe in sunburn. I believe in a well-lit room. I believe in public transport. I don’t believe in country towns. I believe in aloneness. I believe in houseboats. I believe in movie theatres. I believe in getting away with murder. I believe that the antidote to happiness is knowledge. I believe that vague people are liars. I believe that, if you put an onion in the ground, you’ll just get more onions.
3.
Peter Out 04:15
One of these things is not like the other A wink for a tip a look for a lover And one of these books is true to its cover I’ve seen it I know you’ll be just like your mother I’m not trying to leave I’m learning my lesson I wake with a start and sleep with a confession I wake with a start and sleep with a confession I’m not trying to leave I’m learning my lesson Peter out peter out peter out peter out
4.
Cold Water 02:12
5.
Thankful 05:16
Walking off a bright idea I came across another It said look up sit straight When I’m talking to you Now I’m not so steady on my feet Walking off a bright idea I’m not so steady on my feet Am I thankful enough Thankful enough Is thankful enough
6.
La Chose 04:26
7.
When I get back home I’ll have time to think Not of you I mean don’t bother while we’re being so upfront When I get back home I’ll have another drink I’d rather sleep it off alone to be blunt The husbands are all looking for an excuse to leave While the wives all make arrangements that they don’t intend to keep There’s not a cocktail within reach that isn’t up my sleeve There’s not a canapé that doesn’t make me weep When I get back home I’ll keep me company Get my head stuck in a book forget I ever wore this dress I think I’ll go back home it could be good for me It’s not me it’s you you’re trying to impress If my body language tells you so let it be so May a deeper understanding never follow you May you remain naïve forever may you never pull the thread Of the terrible un-loneliness engulfing you May you never stop to think what you have said When I get back home I’ll have simplicity A pencil for a memory a tissue for a rose When I get back home the words will come to me If I was quicker to the point I’d offer those If my body language tell you so let it be so
8.
Of all of my secrets he was the best But he was also himself he couldn’t comprehend it I had so many secrets I was nervous at rest If he was willing to help I didn’t give him much credit There was so much to stop me from doing what I thought I was supposed to be doing I’m the first to admit That if I so much as stopped what I thought I was supposed To be doing I suppose I’d have seen through it But it’s one thing to learn and another to act upon The thing that you lean to make the strange familiar If the time should have turned and I was facing me then The me I was once again I would have said something similar Fantasies fade it’s not the only thing that fantasies do It’s not a sign of your age it’s you When fantasies fade they’ll make a realist out of you If you believe it for a minute it’s true
9.
I was living with my sister then In the old place She had a bevvy of unfaithful men They’d never look you in the face She and I were lucky then We didn’t care much how we looked I ate mostly oxygen she put grated cheese On everything she cooked As far as conversations went I always had them twice I’d reconstruct them lying in bed I was funnier then I gave capable advice My sister in a miniskirt Taught me everything I knew What prevents you from doing your work Has become your work you are only what you do I’d rather listen than be listened to Rather overhear than be heard I’d rather sacrifice the messiest truths For a simple lie rather take her on her word When what changed us changed us we Did as little as we could I still enjoyed her company I always had and I thought I always would
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11.
I’ve never been one for choosing sides but when I met your old man I felt that fate had come as fate sometimes can By any other name I was dusted and done I was a blink of an eye I tried to exchange the uncertainty of happiness for The simpler happiness of the certain and sure If it sounds easy you could give it a try Whatever gets you out of bed It’s not always a plus leading a little life you could talk in your sleep A little bitten back could get stuck in your teeth I’m not saying it was that way with us Your father laughed a lot Was the closest he got to escaping inhibition I guess He never understood the states of undress It takes to spend the night in true restfulness I’m bound to forget there’s always something else competing for space Between the thought and the said I can’t hardly wait I’m on tenterhooks I won’t come down just yet Somebody drink to my health When all’s said and done it’s not him I miss it’s the story we made Our own remembrance we’re all given a page I didn’t know the what or why at the time But I knew I had to write something

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released May 25, 2018

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The Finks Melbourne, Australia

The Finks play the songs of Oliver Mestitz. They are sincere but flippant, intimate but aloof, subtle but unpolished.

The Finks have released a steady stream of quietly uncompromising music via Milk! Records since 2012 – three EPs, two cassettes, four LPs and a handful of singles. Critics have described The Finks as “crushingly beautiful” and “perhaps the most underrated act in Australian music”.
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