Passiona - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
People in the apartments across the street
Literally and metaphorically look down on me
Tangled in tenderness, why do I have to live like this?
I was tempted by your company, you've already notice me
I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying
You don't have to play this cat-mouse game I'm playing
I'm just a pretty sad person in a quite surreal place
And I don't look up from my phone so I know I won't see your face
And that's pathetic
It's also not a competition
And I'm absolutely, infinitely
Most scared of you, you are of me
I've always been the one
Cares too much
And I hope you're happy
I hope you've slept
I'll try not write another record about
This pain in my chest
Just so glad I could be someone that you wanted
I don't recognise these stars
I'm unfamiliar with this skyline
I was born and bred in bars
Nothing man-made is in my eye line
Turn and walk back to the house
They saved after the war
And I'm questioned once again
Get asked what I would do that for
And our host tells me I'm sick
Tentatively hands me a spliff
And I know he's forgotten my name
But I don't remember his
And I'm absolutely, infinitely
More scared of you, than you are of me
I've always been the one
Cares too much
And oh god, if only it was that easy
Run from what I've achieved
I've let it define me
Having panic attacks on German TV
This is not work ethic
It's survival technique
And there's nothing I can really do
So I'll sit in the band room
Start fights to get attention from you
There is nothing I am qualified
Or smart enough to do
Sit in the band room
Fights to get attention from you
I walk off into the corn field
Every cut's a new relief
I might stop talking altogether
You stop talking to me
If I'm really supposed to be here
Why don't come to that conclusion?
I'm out of place amongst the band boys
I can't suspend disillusion
And music industry professionals
They can all go and fuck themselves
And it's just me and Chris
He's stoned as shit and passin' out
That was okay once
For some reason, it's sad now
For some reason, it's sad now
For some reason, it's sad
Literally and metaphorically look down on me
Tangled in tenderness, why do I have to live like this?
I was tempted by your company, you've already notice me
I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying
You don't have to play this cat-mouse game I'm playing
I'm just a pretty sad person in a quite surreal place
And I don't look up from my phone so I know I won't see your face
And that's pathetic
It's also not a competition
And I'm absolutely, infinitely
Most scared of you, you are of me
I've always been the one
Cares too much
And I hope you're happy
I hope you've slept
I'll try not write another record about
This pain in my chest
Just so glad I could be someone that you wanted
I don't recognise these stars
I'm unfamiliar with this skyline
I was born and bred in bars
Nothing man-made is in my eye line
Turn and walk back to the house
They saved after the war
And I'm questioned once again
Get asked what I would do that for
And our host tells me I'm sick
Tentatively hands me a spliff
And I know he's forgotten my name
But I don't remember his
And I'm absolutely, infinitely
More scared of you, than you are of me
I've always been the one
Cares too much
And oh god, if only it was that easy
Run from what I've achieved
I've let it define me
Having panic attacks on German TV
This is not work ethic
It's survival technique
And there's nothing I can really do
So I'll sit in the band room
Start fights to get attention from you
There is nothing I am qualified
Or smart enough to do
Sit in the band room
Fights to get attention from you
I walk off into the corn field
Every cut's a new relief
I might stop talking altogether
You stop talking to me
If I'm really supposed to be here
Why don't come to that conclusion?
I'm out of place amongst the band boys
I can't suspend disillusion
And music industry professionals
They can all go and fuck themselves
And it's just me and Chris
He's stoned as shit and passin' out
That was okay once
For some reason, it's sad now
For some reason, it's sad now
For some reason, it's sad
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fitzgerald, William Wagner, Christopher Cowburn, Lee Hartney
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- Big Smoke - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
- Losing It - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
- Birthdays - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
- Self Control - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
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- Laughing (Or Pretending To Laugh) - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
- Poke - Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
Altri album
- History Eraser (triple j Like A Version)
- Hand In My Pocket (triple j Like A Version)
- Life After Football
- A Conversation With Billy Bragg About The Purpose Of Art
- A Conversation with Billy Bragg About the Purpose of Art - EP
- Life After Football - EP
- Everyone Is Lying to You for Money - EP
- I Don't Wanna Do Nothing Forever - EP
- I Still Dream About You (Triple J Live at the Wireless) [feat. The Brisbane Symphony Orchestra] - Single
- Unplugged in Wombat State Forest
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