Hollow Be My Name

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released 28 March 2009

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Track Name: Hollow Be My Name
Hollow Be My Name

I work on earth
Baron and brown
Smuggling seedlings
Something will grow

I watch the seeds
Turning a tree
Foreign insects
Trespass the leaves

I work on earth
Baron and brown
Frail and sunburnt 
Unlike my tree

It strains away
Gathering height
Closer to God but
Further from me

It joined the earth
Baron and brown
Same in context
I hated its sight

I tore the limbs
Stripped off the bark
If I can't grow here
Neither will he

I’m allowed to grow
In the vision of God
But he'll strip off my bark if I grow to the world

I’m allowed to live
As a symbol of birth
But nothing, no nothing, is ever, ever allowed

I’m allowed to grow
In the vision of God
But he'll tear off my limbs if I grow to the world

I’m allowed to curse him
If he's the one that built me
I’m allowed to use his fucking name in vain

I dream sleeping beneath it
I dream being its father
Teaching all there is to teach about the world

I'll stretch out my limbs
And outgrow this fucking world
If it gets me killed then so be it 'cause
I’m tired of the world
And the world is tired of me

The tree won't grow and nor the world around
I never knew that I'd destroy it all

I could plant a seed and grow another tree
But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Track Name: Britain and Structure
Britain And Structure

All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb or lair
All I hate Britain and structure, fiscal goals for a house to share

Of the grain and land I'll never have, I'll be caught in another man's house, though I'll spend my life in prison, I'm the best I'll ever get

You'll wait and write me letters, I'll reply to every one, you'll feel good about being loyal, but I'm the best you'll ever get

Thoughts will crack my skull, so I lay to sleep through weather, I'll toil away
There's no ship of change, so I lay to sleep though weather, I'll never be home
Thoughts will crack my skull as I dig my fingers into the breach for nothing, I'll toil away
There's no ship of change, so I lay to sleep though weather, I'll never be home

I'll be held never, so lay and moan
I'll be drained lifeless, and lay and moan
In my head I'll never let you go, bullshit chivalry, extinction is okay to bare
I'll write with my liver, hamstrung literature

There's a reason why I drink, there's a reason why I'll die here, singing along to comfortless verses and smashing glasses of wine to prove my point

There's a reason why I stole, there's a reason for as long as I can remember, I've wanted to kill myself to prove a point

There's a reason why I stole, there's a reason for as long as I can remember, I want the world to know me alive through death
Track Name: I Am the Bearer, I Stand In Need
I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need

I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it known
I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm

I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote

My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Tropic of Cancer, and nor should he do

I was born a fucking idiot, but no one told me til die o' it
My God doesn't quiver, from threats below the Tropic of Cancer
Well I was born who I was and no doctored manuscript could say that I'm not
But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign “here be a cunt”

I sat beneath portraits, and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my arm
I used only pencil, 'cause nothing in my life can ever last
I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I've made her cry
I watched my sister watch me, and we both agreed kids like us never last

I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the ferns

Decaying leaves and garden tools
She drags her fingers across the earth
I can hear my mother weep
In other soil in another world

She's getting drunk and starting fights
With famous pricks who run the world
I can hear my sister weep
In another house in another room

These fingers move faster
These lungs grow louder
I can hear my body weep
“Spare the drama now go to sleep”

My father looks upon his house
and into ferns, and tells his son
“You've made your women weep
So leave the house or leave your life”

I dream, I dream of England
Oh foreign fern the world in bloom

I dream, I dream of England
Oh rotting wood my boat to sail

I never thought of what I did
I fucking love what's wrong with me
No prayer or wine could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my life

I'd never harm a living soul
If I was told they didn't deserve it
Decaying leaves to hide my corpse
I don't want his hands to fucking touch me

I hid in the local fern, and no one ever knew

I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and forced dementia
Track Name: Son, You're Almost an Orphan
Son, You’re Almost An Orphan

I held my mother, not for her grief
It's not how he lived, father I've known

I hide and shiver, under the stairs
They carry bones in your skin, father I've known
Track Name: Oh, Brother
Oh, Brother

Oh those notes ring loud, if she played that song in my house from her hands, I'd take her notes away

My father spoke the words “You're tall and grand, like a piano
but whose keys were sold for rope”

The world turns brown the earth my discord note, he sings his songs from trees he knows will never grow

”Hey, oh, brother, since you've been away, Mum and God have quit their fighting”

”Hey, oh, brother, I often think about, which one of us will kill themselves first”

Those notes ring loud, those notes ring loud, play those notes in my house, those notes ring loud

Those notes ring loud, those notes ring loud, play that song in my house, those notes ring loud
Track Name: Gaze To the North
Gaze To The North

All I'd want from God, is to kiss his red hand
Look in his eyes and spit on his face

I've now become, a weight on the scales
A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home

I'd want from God, a sleep with no wake
Ironic and true and gaze to the north
Track Name: Toorali
Toorali

He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold is yet to come

His heart swings to, the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world

He spends himself, boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing

Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali Aye

He said “dreams are richer than life, so sleep whenever you can”, I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen’s neck and then shout “OFF WITH HER HEAD!“ and paint a cross with her blood, comparing the one she drew with mine, well they look the same and they'll always look the same'

And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat


Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali Aye

Death is my holiday, from being alive, as I leave old England behind
Track Name: Hill of Grace
Hill Of Grace


I drank my Hill of Grace whole, we slept through weather
Our wealth and our toil

I drank my Hill of Grace, I drank my hermitage, I drank my ethanol to sleep in the soil
Track Name: Girt By Piss
Girt By Piss


Oh, all my boxes of collectable insects
I've displayed proud in my room
I told my sister, to never let
My mother throw them out

They are my gift
To her child
A reminder
Of the colour
Of the love
And the crime
That my aimless direction
Was directed to strike

Flies and locusts, I dressed as monarchs
Sit in thrones in a kingdom of boxes
I shovelled their guts out, trampled their corpses
And dragged their bodies with oxen

And I left
The court house
Under phantom guide
Of the crescent
Of the lord
And his lions
That face toward (to each other)
To corner the world

Gaps between, the gaps I slipped through
Endless chasms and moats of kingdoms
I hid in the bracken, I listened and acted
I tore the flesh from the bitch on the throne

I was fucking bulimic to words of Jesus
Fucking gospel from science reluctants
I fell in the gaps, the gaps between and
No one ever told me so

Social dissonance, beds of bracken
trials and judgements, science reluctants

Social dissonance, beds of bracken
trials and judgements, science reluctants
Forced dementia, walls of water
Girt by piss, the waves hit

Ocean spoke to me
We'll sail together, you'll be deck, I'm here beneath you
Human spoke to sea

Human spoke to sea
I'll be your teacher, if you send a wave to drown us
Ocean spoke to me

So young, depressed and inflammable
For as long as I've been living
I hated something above my height
Fathers, monarchs or government, so I stole

From innocuous street vendors
I felt like I deserved it all
I needed worth between my hands
To feel what worth felt like, at all

As leave in chains so petrified 
I've never liked the sea
Reflecting grinds of unjust woes
As ocean froth so foreign cleanses me

As I scratch away the face
Of monarchs on new currency
I'd snap this worthless coin in half
And drag the ragged edge to die

I woke from dreams about my life
My mother's smile and father's fight
A lack of sympathy for my fellow man
In this boat I can finally

Grieve
Of my fate
Of the life I'll waste
And the gaps through the system that I fell

I love the world I live in
but I hate the country I've left
I'll change you Australia
or I'll leave again with a rope around my neck

Oh I can be brilliant
and oh I can change
Oh I'd love to burn the Union Jack
and never grieve again
Track Name: Death Is My Holiday
Death Is My Holiday

Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage
Laid under tree and revered by no man, under the cross and the Queen

Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage
Drank til we sung and we sung til it hurt, death is my holiday
Track Name: For the Commonwealth and the Queen
For the Commonwealth and the Queen

Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there's vomit from my pen
Laid
Out on my bed
Paralysed dreaming of death

Oh the summer how we cantered proud of each other, proud of the summer
Hair
Drape down like capes
Tangled in knots, covered in sand

Oh tangled we get, through tangents of death
Spiralling colours through black holes of culture

I wait...
For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs
And throw the mess to the curious blank of the
Two of us whom started, til two of us got square
We sat and shook like homeless
And reluctantly dissolved

Into the social vacuum lesser when we left deprived 
And lay vacantly
The two of us got started, then the two of us got square
and rid the woe between us
by fucking hard and drinking equally

For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs
And throw the mess to the curious blank of the
Two of us whom started, til two of us got square
We sat and shook like homeless
Then stood and reluctantly dissolved

To the vestige of our state
That observes like flightless owls
While the men drink and note their words to Commonwealth and the Queen
We rely on our mother and our sister that are there to keep our heads
While the men fight like lions, for the Commonwealth and the Queen

I know no men who are lions
Boasting or showing symptoms of life
Live for themselves but not die for the Queen

Men are not lions
Blessed nor confident and living for blood
Proud of the summer and kissed by the sword
That killed off our common sense
The owls and lions are proof

And how I drank, vomited common sense 
Oh destoroyer, I've grown up too fast
And how I hung breaking my vertebrae
Held in my fists were letters to owls

In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
see how I hung?
I drank myself to choice
For the Commonwealth and the Queen

In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
see how I hung
I gave up on love
For the Commonwealth and the Queen

In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
see how I hung?
I'd light up on stage
For the Commonwealth and the Queen

My mother lost her way
And my sister turned away

The system got the best of us
and that system tore the rhythm from our hearts