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Clue
01:01
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Girls in the Neighbourhood, why do I have to wait?
I don't want to be myself but I have to anyway
I sit on the couch all day wishing I had more time
I tell you I hated the way you used to say my name
I was waiting for you then
Am I waiting for you now? I don't know
The way you spit your hate at me, it felt so good
Unattended baggage all alone
Am I here now? Are you on the phone?
Can I go outside yet? Or would you chase me down?
It doesn't make a difference now
Girls in the Neighbourhood, why do I have to wait?
I don't want to be myself but I have to anyway
I sit on the couch all day wishing I had more time
I tell you I hated the way you used to say my name
I was waiting for you then
Am I waiting for you now? I don't know
The way you spit your hate at me, it felt so good
Unattended baggage all alone
Am I here now? Are you on the phone?
Can I go outside yet? Or would you chase me down?
It doesn't make a difference now
And I can't believe I let you slip away like that
Didn't know I needed you, 'til you got up and left
Midnight messages to let you know how I felt
And now I'm stuck to deal with the hate I have for myself
Girls in the Neighbourhood, why do I have to wait?
I don't want to be myself but I have to anyway
I sit on the couch all day wishing I had more time
I tell you I hated the way you used to say my name
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So Lonely
04:07
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Dip an apple into your mind
Discover your thoughts
Well it feels like an angel, thats all I've seen
There's nothing left, please show me what you mean
The magma soaks your spine
And it's not the first time
Come on honey, don't bathe in your fear
And now you're so lonely, but my way is clear
I don't mean to interrupt
you don't think I mean half of this stuff
Well it's cloudy inside, and it feels real rough
Find myself sorry for being part of your club
The magma soaks your spine
And it's not the first time
Come on honey, don't bathe in your fear
And now you're so lonely, but my way is clear
The magma soaks your spine
And it's not the first time
Come on honey, don't bathe in your fear
And now you're so lonely, but my way is clear
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Method to Madness
03:54
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I want you to remember me through
Saturated blue, Oh dear
Reminding me always to bring a better day
The sound of you breathing, do you need me you again?
And there's method to my madness
Oh what would I do, if you wanted me to
Pretend the world was your little girl
I'd find
A million minds, all together combined
In a place where your messages are read
Your phone's never dead
A state of regret, that you'll never forget
And it's gone when you want it
It's never coming back
You have had an attack of a childish act
Sing for me when morning is green and not obscene
When my lover is lingering over me
You see, it's a pointless dream to have and it haunts me
Girl, you're not my world
And there's method to my madness
Oh what would I do, if you wanted me to
Pretend the world was your little girl
I'd find
And there's method to my madness
Oh what would I do, if you wanted me to
Pretend the world was your little girl
I'd find
That you're telling me lies of a better kind
Just a kid lost in my own bullshit
To describe the frame of mind
I can't
And there's method to my madness
And there's method to my madness
And there's method to my madness
And there's method to my madness
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The Merchant
03:48
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Love is measured by the deepness that you fall
And judged by how low you're willing to crawl
There is a kingdom, a queen without a crown
For her, I'll be staying around, I hope she knows that now
She's the merchant of my bloods desires
Words like honey that the addicts require
Ignite the flame of her love's fire
Oh share your heart with me
A gaze of passion, in a moment's lapse
Seems to linger longer, I thought perhaps
Underneath the moons radiant glare
She did not make a sound, the queen without a crown
She's the merchant of my bloods desires
Words like honey that the addicts require
Ignite the flame of her love's fire
Oh share your heart with me
She's the merchant of my bloods desires
Words like honey that the addicts require
Ignite the flame of her love's fire
Oh share your heart with me
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Fossils (Baby, Baby)
04:36
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Planted fossils in the sand
Could've dug 'em up if we had planned
The time had escaped from our grasp
No, things don't ever last
I tell it how it is
Said that you might have a break
You said that yesterday
Sun shining, have the rest of the day
You don't want me anyway
Baby I'll be gone when you end up running back
I wish you had some sort of man
Who could lend a helping hand
We plant, the fossils, in the sand
And it'll be different babe when you return in a month
To find yourself outside of the world
You used to live and breathe every day
You say, the fossils, weren't so great
Baby, Baby, you're in my head again
Talking 'bout all the shit you'd do to him
Baby, Baby, you're with my friends again
Finding ways to run away with them
Baby, Baby, you're in my head again
Talking 'bout all the shit you'd do to him
Baby, Baby, you're with my friends again
Finding ways to run away with them
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A man of my word, I know that you heard
The way I think about myself
You don't have to tell me that you do it better
Well since I met her, she's been away
I don't have the time to constantly whine
About all the bad shit that I said
Why am I so blind?
I have to remind people 'bout the good things I did
It's not coming back, but I guess we can pretend
That we were never friends
Well I don't mind the pain you put me in
Said you'll be here soon
You wanna stay in the world's coolest hotel rooms
I hate to imagine the feelings of doubt
You get when you open your mouth
It's not coming back, but I guess we can pretend
That we were never friends
Well I don't mind the pain you put me in
It's not coming back, but I guess we can pretend
That we were never friends
Well I don't mind the pain you put me
It's not coming back, but I guess we can pretend
That we were never friends
Well I don't mind the pain you put me in
It's not coming back, but I guess we can pretend
That we were never friends
Well I don't mind the pain you put me in
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Finn Allen Sydney, Australia
Finn Allen is a Sydney-based artist who’s sound is somewhere between the American Lo-Fi Indie of Pavement and Elliott Smith and the sunny Australian guitar pop of The Hummingbirds and The Go-Betweens.
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