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Your Two Cents
04:02
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I’m not ahead of my time I’m behind it
I’m not a valentine I’m a paper cup
If it’s a drink you’re after you won’t find it
If you throw me out there won’t be washing up to do
Well that’s some train track that you’ve been hugging
Your face it turned black gave me a heart attack
You’ve got it in for us you say it’s coming
I hope it’s serious and by serious I mean you
And all the old diseases well I caught ‘em
I drank from inkwells suffered fainting spells
And what’s the word it’s French for boredom
If books were get-wells I’d need library shelves in here
And all these weddings I can’t afford ‘em
If it’s worth doing don’t do it yourself
And happy endings you can’t ignore ‘em
We’re a shoo-in we’ll inherit our wealth my dear
It’s not like I’m hopeless
There are certain things I’ve learned to recognise
I’m no expert but I’m old enough
And a simple no would have sufficed
It’s not wonderful but it’s quite alright
They’re not taking everything we’ve got
I’m no surrogate I won’t fight your fight
I’ve got mine and it’s not worth a lot
Your two cents two cents
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2. |
Scuttlebutt
03:18
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I’m far from innocent
You’re always shooting your mouth off
I was born in a tent
I lost the keys to your house
I’ve heard worse things have happened at sea
That’s where you happen to be so I’m stuck with me
I’m no soldier’s wife
I’m not baking you biscuits
I’m working nine to five
Collecting hobbies like sixpence
And sure I could learn to love it
The shorter end of the stick’s being stuck with me
I forgot what you told me
Are you sleepless and lonely
You can lie if you want to
Tell me a dream worth retelling
A secret worth selling
If that’s what it’s come to
I think that’s what it’s come to
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3. |
Old Life
05:10
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Another city for the weekend
You stop by to see an old friend
You work the year you spend the stipend
On yourself
A sun that’s coming out from hiding
Your bathers on the dashboard drying
On Railway Street the smell of ironing
And no one home you’re on your own
Another kitchen in another
Boy’s apartment just for fun you
Spend a night and do a runner
When morning comes you call your mum
Old life
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4. |
Suffering Song
04:28
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If you’re nursing a broken heart
I’ll do my best to help you forget it
If you can’t seem to tell the day and your doona apart
What’s in a name
If the past is just something you did
Could you trade in your future for credit
If your friends are all writing a novel or having a kid
Who’s to blame
Is it safe to assume that I’m wrong
Truth be told I won’t let it
Get in the way of this old suffering song
It’s not such a shame
It’s just one of those things
Suffering song suffering song
Sing your suffering song
And we’ll all sing along
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5. |
Jamie's Got A Baby
02:50
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Jamie’s got a better half
A baby by another man
She keeps me round just for a laugh
She says that I don’t understand
He’s a tosser he’s a total prick
But sometimes that’s the point of it
All happened so fast
When I woke up in the morning she was home
Jamie’s got me working nights
It helps me to forget I guess
She’s got four hands two pairs of eyes
She hides the bump beneath her dress
Is it reverie or complacency
She says she needs the company
And doesn’t even mention me
She wakes up every morning and I’m home
Jamie’s sisters both suspect
That I’m the one to blame for this
They’ve lost the plot I’m circumspect
I’ve never really wanted kids
I love her though her lover’s gone
And left us with an only son
I’m hoping there’s forgiveness yet
I don’t want to wake up to find her gone
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6. |
Good Intentions
03:58
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I’ll admit that I’m wrong if you tell me I’m pretty
Would you tell me I’m pretty in a letter
I guess I could find a boy they’re a drag it’s a pity
They all just say that I’m pretty etcetera
Now I’m walking a dog it’s my job it’s not funny
Okay so maybe it’s funny but sure
I’ve taken to baking I’m skipping on study
I’ve been saving my money I don’t know what for
You see it all the time (all the time)
It happened to a friend of mine
(You’re no friend of mine)
I’m trying to live by the truth but the truth’s
In the telling I’ve got something to tell him
To get off my chest but every time I’m sincere
It’s like there’s something I’m selling
As if there’s something I’m selling that old chestnut
You see it all the time (all the time)
It happened to a friend of mine
(You’re no friend of mine)
Good intentions misplaced affections
I’m trying to live by the truth but the truth’s
In the telling I’ve got something to tell him
To get off my chest
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7. |
How Long Is Too Long
05:03
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Now I’m older I don’t sleep much anymore
I’m renting our room
To a younger man with a kind and broken face
From El Salvador
He asks me how long can I stay on
How long is too long
Now I’m older I don’t eat much anymore
I’m taking my pills
With a grain of salt a glass of wine or two
They say obesity kills
You might ask me how long can you go on
How long is too long
Now I’m older I don’t speak much anymore
I measure my words
And my lodger talks Spanish to his girl
I can hear them from the porch
She asks him how long will you be gone
How long is too long
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8. |
I Went Back To Bed
03:24
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I never lived outside of home until
I got a job inside a hospital
I wasn’t looking but I fit the bill
I was a kid I was impressionable
I pushed a trolley with a firm mattress
I flirted with the nurses on nightshift
I put compassion before common sense
And learned to navigate the difference
I got a place above a cobbler’s shop
I’d come home mornings when he’d open up
He’d sweep the pavement with a kitchen mop
He lived out back we didn’t talk a lot
I lived off cereal and Burger Rings
The smell of glue and leather furnishings
I tried to have a nap most evenings
I’ve never had so many lucid dreams
If I wanted nothing more than to tolerate myself
I got there in the end if I wanted something else
I went back to bed I went back to bed
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9. |
If You Really Loved Me
02:46
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There’s no weaker wind than a lie from your mouth
There’s no sadder sight than a weekend in this house
I’d trade a month of Sundays
For five dark minutes with you
If you really loved me like you say you do
It’s wanderlust not common sense
Why would I want to live anywhere else
If you really loved me like you love yourself
I would have worn a dress or something
Would have washed behind my ears
If you really loved me like you haven’t in years
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You don’t have to tell me twice
The longer memory gets
The more you get to wondering
It’s nothing if not nice
It’s all Benny and the Jets
It’s nice enough it’s nothing less
I don’t sing that song anymore
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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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