1. |
Pretending
03:34
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Another Facebook memory, not all of this again.
I feel like taking it off, just like a t-shirt
Threads, made just for me.
You’ve come a long way for views of a distance
But you can’t know something til it’s fallen,
Inside – and out of view.
But it gets closer when I remember
Words borne out of fear,
We never meant, but now they’re said
It’s all I hear
An angry bell stuck by your ear
A history you can’t clear
But now there’s nothing to say, there’s nothing left to make clear
I’m stuck here wondering why
I wish you were here.
I’m stuck pretending again
Maybe the wound has healed
It smells like roses and gold.
(Nope) it’s just the parting gift
Of an illness
New words, will make us sick again.
And it gets stronger when I
Remember
Words borne out of fear,
We never meant, but now they’re said
It’s all I hear
An angry bell stuck by your ear
A history you can’t clear
But now there’s nothing to say, there’s nothing left to make clear
I’m stuck here wondering why
I wish you were here.
I’m stuck pretending again
No closer
No stronger
No better
I’m just pretending
That you weren’t important
All our memories, forget them all
I’m just pretending that you weren’t important at all
I’ll forget you cause the truth hurts, I’m just pretending that you weren’t important
All our point of view, our plans and thoughts – I’m just pretending that you weren’t important at all
Pretending that it’s just all in my head
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2. |
Father of the Bride
04:16
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Father of the bride
Daughter by your side
Can she see your skin has paled
Underneath the wedding veil?
Father of the bride
Terror in your eyes
As your walking down the isle
Try and force that tired smile
Something borrowed something blue
Is how you feel at night
It’s the way of the world
You are the father of the bride
Father of the bride
Pinching at his side
Did you picture her in white
When you were teaching her to drive?
Father of the bride
Crows feet in your eyes
How you wish that that first dance
Would just last a million years
Not to keep or to hold
You’re not a prison guard
It’s the way of the world
You are the father of the bride
Giving her away
Father
How can you describe
What you’re feeling on this day
Hands catching her bouquet
Father of the bride
Where are you tonight?
Because she’s not your little girl
On your shoulders anymore
And tomorrow’s grandkids
Or maybe it’s a hearse
It’s a blessing a curse
You are the father of the bride
Father of the bride
You are the father of the bride
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3. |
Crying Shame
02:23
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Enough to make you laugh
Laugh until you cry
Cry until it hurts
Hurts until you smile
It’s a crying shame
No one will ever feel your pain
It’s a crying shame
And I’m crying
No one to hold your hand
No one to hear your thoughts
I thought I’d understand
It only makes it worse
It’s a crying shame
No one will ever feel your pain
It’s a crying shame
And I’m crying
I’ll walk with you
I’ll run with you
I’ll sit with you
I’ll smile with you
I’ll think with you
I’ll laugh with you
I’ll cry with you
I’ll stay with you
It’s a crying shame
It’s a crying shame
It’s a crying shame
It’s a shame
It’s a shame
It’s a shame
One, two, three, four
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4. |
Likelihood
04:50
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Finish my degree
Or try and take some savings overseas
The likelihood of that is low
What’s the likelihood of that?
Turning in my sleep
I told you I would skype you every week
The likelihood of that is low
What’s the likelihood of that?
Dreams aren’t real until you make them so
I can feel them crashing down on you
Lost without a key, maybe someone left the door locked on me.
I don’t know where else to go, stuck without a home.
When I was seventeen, if you could show me this is where I’d be.
I don’t think I’d want to go, any further in this mould.
Dreams aren’t real until you make them so
I can feel them crashing down on you
Promises are given like a rose
Withered by the weight of what you owe.
Ah, I’m still waiting.
Finish my degree, or try and take some savings overseas.
The likelihood of that is low, it’s unlikely.
So unlikely, unlikely (repeat)
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5. |
Sing Along To Your Life
04:13
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Months of alarms, waking you up
Round you life like bars
What is the point of all of this back and forth?
Walk home from work your body hurts
Thoughts are somewhere else
Rivers and straits waiting for your, wave to break
Sing along to your life
Weathered and brave you face the rain,
Certain in your way.
Blisters soon turn to callouses, you’re welcoming the change.
Old fears and doubts look funny now,
Small and far away.
The years all fall so silently, don’t look behind you!
It might be hard, sing along to your life
It might be far, you can still get it right
It might be hard, sing along to your life
It might be hard.
I see a couch some years from now
Lonely in it’s place.
Static whistling, a hearing aid like a lyrebird.
New knee in place your memories small and far away.
Lightning at sea a litany of love behind you.
It might be hard, sing along to your life
It might be far, you can still get it right
It might be hard, sing along to your life
It might be hard.
Shaking you say we only go backwards,
What is the point of all this pretending?
How can you say the worst is behind you?
Nothing remains in all of this changing.
Cold and afraid, the past is important
Don’t look away from views of yourself,
Just pick up the strain and push yourself forward
Compose yourself and you will feel better.
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6. |
Quiet!
03:19
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I tried to fall asleep
I tried to count in sheep
I couldn’t do it
The static of the day
Remaining in some way
That kept me lucid
Oh
I can be so quiet
Barely lifting up a finger
But my thoughts are too
Dismissive of the night
The heavier my
Eyes became the
More I prized that
Silent rhythm
But slumber has to fight
A conscious restless mind
In spite of comfort
Oh
Silence is the product of the
readily accepted time for rest
I can’t grapple with that quiet
I tried to hear the sea
Be mindful of my breathing
In the moment
But silence kept me up
Evading my best plot
To try and fool it
So I’ll just think in insomnolence
Listen to myself, listen to myself
Dream about my earthly freedoms
Listen to myself, listen to myself
Scoff at those who sleep so easy
Listen to myself, listen to myself
Dream of things like that
Shush,
Stop,
Calm,
Breath,
Drift,
Rest,
Wake,
What?
Why does it have to be so quiet
I can’t slip into rest
Overwrought by the mess
Of my thoughts unconscious
Pinch me!
(why does it have to be so quiet)
I can’t
Resolve
Quiet
Control
I can’t
Pass this quiet
I can’t
Resolve
Quiet
Control
I can’t
Rest with quiet
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7. |
All Through Roads
03:21
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My heart starts
As we move
Driving fast
Next to you
Hearts like cars
Old and new
Toyota, Subaru
We’d don’t have
Right of way
We just move
Anyway
Speeding past
Changing lanes
As I say
Watch the past
Shrink from view
Tyre tread
Fresh and new
Engine hot
Gasket cool
Passenger
Beautiful
Our love is
A timing chain
You don’t have
To replace
Every five
Hundred thousand K’s
All through roads when I’m with you
Highway hearts
Me and you
Drive right past
Traffic queues
Left lanes end
Or turns into
Cul-de-sacs
Dead end fools
Our love is
A timing chain
You don’t have
To replace
Every five
Hundred thousand K’s
Baby I’ve got my full licence
No fear of hill starts or parallel parking
We’ll start those engines when I say
Let’s drive away
All through roads when I’m with you
I might dream of silly things like
Endless fuel just freedom while those free
Speed cameras watch us move
I’ll never let those miles catch you
All through roads when I’m with you
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8. |
Alright / All Right
03:44
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You can dream when it’s over
The future’s an open wine
When nothing gets closer
But birthdays you count in fright
You’ve lived in the moment the moments gone in no time
So why are you frozen stuck watching that dying light?
You can force a big smile
You can straighten your spine
You can cycle to work
Or you can curl up and cry
It doesn’t have to be alright
You miss that pull of doona
of tv shows binged like wine
days in bed with your laptop
Where time was so long and ripe
What’s making you Anxious
What’s keeping you up at night
Grown Contempt with improvement
Of routine so dead and dry
You can yell at your friends
You can drink all the time
You can lie to yourself to
Or you can turn off the lights
It doesn’t have to be alright
Your fate
Your life
Your best self dies
Your curse
Your prize
No one decides
And you can burn that bridge down
You can try to be nice
You can forget yourself
Or you can turn off the lights
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9. |
Oberon
03:56
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Like the magic of the afternoon
Feel the sky about to split
Love looks with eyes but with mind too
Passion burning out our wits
Good things I wish I sought protection from
How can you believe all that?
Now we’re slowly waking up to views
Of the sleep of sorrow’s back
These are all
Those moments that you thought were gone
You don’t need those dreams at all
False imaginings of perfect blue
watch our souls dance in the sky
Willows crashing from the weight of truth
Forests flooded from our lies
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Squabbling on the banks where wild thyme grows
Reaping what you left under rain
Finding out what you supposed
These are all
Those moments you thought were gone
You don’t need those dreams at all
Like a tree about to fall
Watch the big hand hit the twelve
What are you still waiting for
Oberon
Come and help me
He won’t talk
He won’t listen
He just runs
From my presence
After all
He don’t need those dreams anymore
Like a tree about to fall
No more wishing anymore
Watch the big hand hit the twelve
What are you still waiting for
You don’t need those dreams at all!
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10. |
Hopeless
03:57
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Forget what you paid for
The feeling’s gone with the warranty
A fatal denouement
In writing that all of us can read
Hopeless, just joking
What was it that you were chasing so endlessly?
Gone overnight oh
How could you be strong when they were weak?
Or big enough to finally see?
We give and we take from
Those others that came before our scene
Like names in a Graveyard
All Buried but there for us to see
Hopeless, no focus
The beauty of place that
Only soft eyes can see
All in your blindside
Light dancing in shapes
You’ll never be
As everything you wanted weaves
Itself back through to Memory
Hopeless in happiness
Hopeless, just joking
What was it that you were chasing so endlessly
Gone overnight
I wish it was mine
I can’t believe the time
Hopeless in happiness
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FLOWERTRUCK Sydney, Australia
Charles
Sarah
David
Will
Garage-pop
outfit FLOWERTRUCK return to our stereos with their sophomore album Partly Cloudy - the long-awaited sister record to their 2018 debut Mostly Sunny.
The acclaimed four-piece have dedicated their twenties to writing songs of love, loss and overdue rent, and this album is a wax seal on FLOWERTRUCK’s 8-year-long efforts inside Australia’s independent rock scene.
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