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Leave Your Youth Behind
02:33
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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
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Charlie's Manifesto
03:19
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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.
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3. |
Peter Out
04:15
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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
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4. |
Cold Water
02:12
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5. |
Thankful
05:16
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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
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6. |
La Chose
04:26
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7. |
Body Language
03:54
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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
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Fantasies Fade
02:22
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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
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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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10. |
Palazzolo Park
03:07
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11. |
Can't Hardly Wait
04:54
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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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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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