1. |
Ducklings
01:06
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2. |
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Hey,
I wish you were someone else,
Wish you were someone else,
Hey,
I wish you were someone else,
Wish you were someone else,
God damn, I’ve done it again,
I’ve put my trust in a guileful man,
I’ve been trying to hide all my dirt in sand,
The kings tide rise just takes it again,
Sitting outside with a 28 gauge thought,
that I fought hard keeping inside of my head,
Wrestling with my mouth,
Like a racist on a crammed city train,
I was laying beside me and I saw that there’s not much left of me,
I’m a little too young to regret things but a little too old to start again so what’s the point,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s wasting all their time,
Hey,
I wish you were someone else,
Wish you were someone else,
Hey,
I wish you were someone else,
Wish you were someone else,
God damn, I’m whining again,
I’m such a little bitch when it comes to friends,
When my fellowships all reach their ends,
I point the finger at them and start again,
Maybe if I looked, inside, I would see,
All the reasons why, people choose to leave me be,
I’ll just stick to what I’m doing, solution found, problem fixed, all better,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s wasting all their time,
Stop trying to reason if you’re not gonna make it right,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s trying to change my mind,
This dumb motherfucker’s wasting all their time,
Stop trying to reason if you’re not gonna make it right,
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3. |
I'm A Dog (feat. My Dad)
04:16
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Deaths lipid on my hands,
I need you here for me friend,
Life’s been hurtin’ me again,
You got me until our ends,
You’re addiction will not win,
You won’t pass it to your kin,
Together we’re both in,
Deep shit but we’ll just swim,
I’m a dog,
Give me a bone for lunch,
This is what I deserve,
What loyal friends are worth,
I’m a dog,
Give me a bone to choke, on,
This is what I deserve,
What loyal friends are worth,
In a dessert gripping sand,
I am alone without my friends,
Life just happens once again,
Time will kill the time we spent,
I’m a dog,
Give me a bone for lunch,
This is what I deserve,
What loyal friends are worth,
I’m a dog,
Give me a bone to choke, on,
This is what I deserve,
What loyal friends are worth,
I’m a dog,
Give me a bone for lunch,
This is what I deserve,
What loyal friends are worth,
I’m a dog,
Give me a bone to choke, on,
This is what I deserve,
What loyal friends are worth,
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4. |
Hygge
03:39
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Walked with my girl today,
and just for a slice of time,
I remembered when we met,
and I just couldn’t shake those feelings that I felt,
The first time that I saw her and I,
introduced myself,
and then we got up to play the Small Press gig,
And as we paced Lilydale road,
I didn’t think I’d feel like this til at least 35,
or maybe 34,
and as we walked across the Anzac bridge,
to Market street,
my mind was in a different place,
that I thought was reserved for folks ,
who had their lives neatly mapped out for them and made the right decisions,
That was, one of the nicest nights of my life,
That was, one of the nicest nights of my life,
Spoke to my folks tonight,
As I cleaned up the kitchen
It’s been far too many months,
Since I drove the pacific highway at night,
But on the phone I realise that I’m,
I’m speaking to them like,
They spoke to their parents when they were alive,
And as I ask about their day I look inside,
to see you reading 1984,
Under the bed lamp’s light,
and as I look at all our plants I recap my day to dad,
and I suggest a new show to my mum,
she writes it down and we say goodbye,
then we sit down, and watched British bake off until 10 past 9 ,
That was, one of the nicest nights of my life,
That was, one of the nicest nights of my life,
That was, one of the nicest nights of my life,
That was, one of the nicest nights of my life,
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5. |
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
03:27
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He’s got a cap,
With an energy drink on it,
He loves both Crystals,
His vice and his woman,
He plants a kiss,
On his pickups bonnet,
Unaware of the man,
With a shiny clipboard,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Here’s comes that corporate scum,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Send these leeches whence they come from,
He’s got a hat,
With green camouflage,
A bolt Remington,
An orange hi-vis,
Bags a Sambar,
Looks at the river,
Looks full of that filth,
Then he hears the sound like,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Here’s comes that corporate scum,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Send these leeches whence they come from,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Keeping us blind won’t keep us dumb,
He’s got no hat,
It’d mess up his hair,
A nice tailored suit,
A nice sailing tan,
He draws the plan,
To steal stolen land,
To pillage the poor of their water,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of corporate scum,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Send these leeches whence they come from,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Keeping us blind won’t keep us dumb,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Send these leeches whence they come from,
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
Keeping us blind won’t keep us dumb,
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6. |
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Gravitational shift in apologies,
From all of the friends who used to mean the world to me,
They’re all,
Bruising and blanching my palpitating aching heart,
They’re all,
Got a good reason I guess if i think about it,
I’m a hermit who’s dragged out for all to see,
A hideous thing that not a single soul should see,
I’m all,
Hurting enduring the repercussions of my past,
I’m just,
A shut in who’s shut down the will to try to win,
I’m in the woods to talk to talking squirrels,
And they’ll say to me what a fucking good job,
Yeah congratulations on the band and the label,
And all of the things you said you couldn’t do,
And I’ll, wake up from the wet dream I’m having,
And stare at the mildew collected on my ceiling but I,
I’ll put on a smile for you,
All the fan I owe this to,
I’ll put on a smile for you,
Thanks so much for you,
When I was young I was full of the will to be,
Determined to make some hits out of some misery,
But Im;
thinking that capitalism has a different path, for me,
it’s a 9 to 5 job in ergonomic agony,
I’m in the woods to talk to talking squirrels,
And they’ll say to me what a fucking good job,
Yeah congratulations on the band and the label,
And all of the things you said you couldn’t do,
And I’ll, wake up from the wet dream I’m having,
And stare at the mildew collected on my ceiling but I,
I’ll put on a smile for you,
All the fan I owe this to,
I’ll put on a smile for you,
Thanks so much for you,
I’ll put on a smile for you,
All the fan I owe this to,
I’ll put on a smile for you,
Thanks so much for you,
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7. |
Scabs
03:37
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I want a holiday from sadness,
Like a miracle I don’t exist,
Like a jukebox in a forest,
Playing to no one again,
Diagnosed with melancholy,
Inherited from the Irish,
Like a pornstar in a brothel,
I need more than this,
Scabs over scabs forming,
Armour that’s weak at my side,
The thorns have grown too far and,
I’m bleeding out til’ I’m dry,
Nature’s calling her soil embrace,
Yeah I’m washing away,
And no one I know gives a fuck,
Yeah I’ve rotted away,
And nobody noticed the stench,
Yeah well that’s fine with me,
I’m fighting it day by day,
Yeah I’m washing away,
And no one I know gives a fuck,
A penitentiary for my purpose,
In a fugue state I write sadness,
Like a royal I am worthless,
A queen leper of filth and mud,
Diagnosed with melancholy,
Inherited from my father,
Like a dog that’s getting older,
I need more than this like,
Scabs over scabs forming,
Ignorance and snide,
Comments, to others joy that,
I’m too arrogant to find,
It’s time to wear another face,
Yeah I’m washing away,
And no one I know gives a fuck,
Yeah I’ve rotted away,
And nobody noticed the stench,
Yeah well that’s fine with me,
I’m fighting it day by day,
Yeah I’m washing away,
And no one I know gives a fuck,
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8. |
Views
03:49
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Dig by the hole that’s in my heart,
A longing for my childhood,
Blind times of fantasy and sticks,
Where my world was my street,
Now I can’t unsee all the klan in the prime-time free to air tv,
The bourgeoisie eat it up and then they act like it’s how it should be,
A bunch of grifting, racist, fat cats,
Preaching freedom whilst sucking on boots like,
Oh,
They don’t care ‘bout you,
Til’ they miss the views,
Lectured by some private scholared thing,
Lacking poor perspective,
My home town is much more than trees and hicks,
And where exactly’s no where?
Celebrities love to preach like they know more than you red neck,
You’re just a fly over state, California is where it’s at,
A bunch of face lifts and a bunch of fake tans,
Serial rapists greeting their fans,
Oh,
They don’t care ‘bout you,
Til’ they miss the views,
A bunch of face lifts and a bunch of fake tans,
Serial rapists greeting their fans,
A bunch of grifting, racist, fat cats,
Preaching freedom whilst sucking on boots like,
Oh,
They don’t care ‘bout you,
Til’ they miss the views,
They don’t care ‘bout you,
Til’ they miss the views,
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9. |
Mistake
03:40
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I’ve got a hole that I’ve dug,
I’ve got a girl that I love,
Sun warming Winter’s embrace,
I’m travelling far from this place,
Dressing up and dancing again,
I’ve got problems and I’m one and,
I guess I made another mistake,
An office job has killed me young,
Why can’t I just live how I want?
Red tape and smart casual wear,
The antidote to serotonin,
Dressing up and dancing again,
I’ve got problems and I’m one and,
I guess I made another mistake,
An office job has killed me young,
Why can’t I just sit here alone?
Why can’t I just live how I want?
I’m so grateful but guess I’m not,
Why can’t I just sit here alone?
Dressing up and dancing again,
I’ve got problems and I’m one and,
I guess I made another mistake,
An office job has killed me young,
Why can’t I just live how I want?
Why can’t I just sit alone?
Why can’t I just live how I want?
Why can’t I just sit here alone?
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10. |
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Leaving the smoke,
The highway drive,
So scared of death,
And wasting life,
Killing my time,
Nothing to show,
They’re doing great,
But my cynical eyes,
Every time I go back to my hometown,
Another girl is pregnant or morbidly obese,
And every time I go back to my hometown,
Another boy’s all bloated and red from the drink,
And every time I go back to my hometown,
There’s a new god damn pothole their taxes don’t fix,
But every time I go back to my hometown,
I know in my heart, it’s the place I should be,
Seems I belong,
Where I came from,
Could own a house,
Could raise some kids,
Life swelled so blue,
Miss salad days,
The many changes,
Are still the same,
Every time I go back to my hometown,
Another girl is pregnant or morbidly obese,
And every time I go back to my hometown,
Another boy’s all bloated and red from the drink,
And every time I go back to my hometown,
There’s a new god damn pothole their taxes don’t fix,
But every time I go back to my hometown,
I know in my heart, it’s the place I should be,
Every time I go back to my hometown,
Another girl is pregnant or morbidly obese,
And every time I go back to my hometown,
Another boy’s all bloated and red from the drink,
And every time I go back to my hometown,
There’s a new god damn pothole their taxes don’t fix,
But every time I go back to my hometown,
I know in my heart, it’s the place I should be,
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11. |
I Had A Friend Named
05:04
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I had a friend named Cameron,
Friends of 12 Years,
He just left,
I had a friend named Tim,
He exorcised me,
Then let me be,
I had a friend named Cody,
But high school split us up,
Now he’s gone,
I had a friend named Matthew,
We had a falling out,
Wonder what about,
Changing tides takes all,
Passing time is a monster,
I had a friend named Jake,
His mother passed away,
I loved him so,
I had friend named Billy,
He died in a car crash,
With his dad,
Changing tides takes all,
Passing time is a monster,
If I made it right would you find me?
It’s best I’m left as a memory,
I thought you were my brother,
But you’re more dead than my real one,
I thought you were my brother,
But you’re more dead than my real one,
I had a friend Sophia,
She left for Denmark,
I hope she’s well,
It’s hard to hide the sting,
That the time leaves in my side,
I need to try,
Changing tides takes all,
Passing time is a monster,
If I made it right would you find me?
It’s best I’m left as a memory,
I thought you were my brother,
But you’re more dead than my real one,
I thought you were my brother,
But you’re more dead than my real one,
I thought you were my brother,
But you’re more dead than my real one,
I thought you were my brother,
But you’re more dead than my real one,
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12. |
Ducks
04:43
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Honesty is the best apology that you could give someone,
who’s letting go,
Life doesn’t give for the charity, you’ll find it doesn’t give at all,
You’ll have to take,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Enema the complacent mind I found,
Thats been settling for the same,
Beige, Dull, Hollow,
I’ve been doubting me thinking it’s for the best,
The best just isn’t for me,
I need both shades,
I need to,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
If I could live the life I should,
(You know I would)
But pain just makes the good feel good,
(The good feel good)
I’ll find no wealth but I’ll find peace
(I’ll find peace)
I am doomed to fail happy,
(I’ll fail happy)
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
I’ll fail happy,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
Take the time to feed the ducks,
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Ratfolk Sydney, Australia
Ratfolk is a bedroom, solo effort by me, Jack Donehue. Lo-fi rock tunes characterised by down-tuned, cheap acoustic guitars and banjos is Ratfolk currently. This is dedicated to my old pet rat; Kong.
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