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JBQCKFCOD
02:27
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To put it cruelly there are two versions of the Australian existence. On the one side is a reprisal of ABBA’s greatest hits sung in perfect harmony at the Melbourne Town Hall. On the other, is a semi-naked Bon Scott contorted on the ground at the Croxton, covered in beer wearing that wry seventies smile. And somewhere in between the two are the gods of this town, the elite, those to whom we pay homage that can look you in the eye and say “I too have done intravenous drugs with a well-respected member of the Victoria bar”
J
B
Q
C
He and me intraveneously
We’re in the locked bathrooms of the KFC tonight.
Me
He
Whoa
Jeeze
The QC and me with a big bag of speed
He told me last time was the last time
He lied.
No it’s not quite
Amber court light
Julie you’re mine
You’re on my mind
Julie you’re mine in my main main line
The QC and me in the KFC
The QC and me and the needle of speed.
This
Show’s
On
Loan
At the twilight hour in the fast food zone
Forget your wide pinstripes for some class-A drugs and chicken bones
No
One’s
Left
Out
There’s more than enough if you’re happy to shout
Call your best silk mates and tell them all to come down
No it’s not quite
Amber court light
Keep your Orpheus and Magritte
Until next week
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Social Media Influenza
03:00
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There is one thing that you can have:
A relationship with meaning or ripped abs.
Do you like to be put down?
By children that don’t know how to frown.
If you hit those KPIs right
We can move to approve by midnight
So lets action all our good friends
Improved interactions the meaningful trend
Tell me (about) your new disease
Show me that you do care
For your skin’s tone and the buoyancy of your hair
Your socials will be steamed cleaned
Once a week along with your dreams
Write content like a champion
You can feel your career advancin’
So let’s bump that and then nudge that
For the branded content social media rat
Tell me (about) your new disease
Social media influenza
Content cancer marketer
Tell me (about) your new disease
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(Woah) Punk’s dead!
Tell me where you hide your Misfits songs?
Punk’s dead
Maybe somewhere round the back of the Lodge?
Punk’s dead
What about your rare as eighties Angel’s box set?
Punk’s dead
Hidden with your bondage pants under parliament's steps?
Remember (when we thought) you were of different kind?
With your old docs, blond tips and your unpolished lines
Well it’s sad but it’s law (Albo)
Now Pony’s no more (Albo)
And I’ve heard it been said (Albo)
Old bar may be next
(Woah) Punk’s dead!
Tell me where you hide your Misfits songs?
Punk’s dead
Maybe somewhere round the back of the lodge?
Punk’s dead
What about your rare as eighties Angel’s box set?
Punk’s dead
Hidden with your bondage pants under parliament's steps?
It may seem unkind to put the decline
Of this on your kind not C Pyne, the philistine
But where are your boots?
And the gel in your hair?
The mascara’s straight lines?
That punk rock flair?
Well it’s sad but it’s law
Now Pony’s no more (Albo)
And I’ve heard it been said (Albo)
Old Bar may be next (Albo)
(Woah) Punk’s dead! (Albo)
Chorus
Tell me where you hide your Misfits songs?
Punk’s dead
Maybe somewhere round the back of the lodge?
Punk’s dead
What about your rare as eighties Angel’s box set?
Punk’s dead
Hidden with your bondage pants under parliament's steps?
Punk’s dead.
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We miss you Stan and Bonez
The city just seems so plain.
Since you put down your bags of paint
And went your separate ways
The train lines all look the same
What does it profit a man?
To carry rattling cans?
Does it sound such a bore?
To say what’s moral’s not law?
Now we’re left with that uneasy sight
Of bare walls in the night
Our town seems so shy
Could it be that you two?
Were the partisan few?
Who never really did like?
When the trains ran on time?
Still, you’ll have something more to show
Than grey walls when you go
Not just grey walls when you go
We miss you Stan and Bonez
Come back Stan and Bonez
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I’d like to get you on a slow boat to China, of course
I’d get off before it left port
You and your techno gods have got more dollars and cents
Than class consciousness, and when
You finally make it across that sea
You can have your pick of Prada, Hermes and Fendi
Fine new shoes and bags and sportswear brands
Made by tiny hands
From the Berghain to the Berghoff ooooh
We get munted and cooked like Wernicke-Korsakoff
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Intellectuals Australia
Joke:
Two anarchists are making Molotov
cocktails.
One turns to the other and says, "wait who are we throwing these at again?"
The other replies: “what are you some sort of fucking intellectual?”
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