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Find Something You Love And Let It Kill You

by Grenadiers

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1.
Well I spent my last fifty dollars On a case of beer whose name I can’t pronounce And as the night gives way to the first hints of day I am penniless and totally soused And I thumb down traffic for a ride home Til I find myself standing at my door The whole thing’s a tease, I’ve lost my keys And I find myself sleeping on the concrete floor Cos I am Drunk and broke, I’m drunk and broke Drunk and broke, bumming smokes, drunk and broke Well I’ve spent my life playing music To a bunch of people quite a lot like me Who will gladly spend their last remaining money on a band And have a good crack at drinking for free And they go from job to job and hand to mouth On their way to something great And there’s a fire in their bellies more nourishing than food And a lot more fun to celebrate Cos they are Drunk and broke, they’re drunk and broke Drunk and broke, bumming smokes, drunk and broke Well I’ve lost all my money and most of my memory And no small measure of my pride And I know by tomorrow that I’ll feel like shit But if that’s the fare I’ll gladly take the ride Cos the ones that I love are the ones that are drunk And salacious, and know when to give A middle finger to the world that expects them To covet only money and security and tells them how to live Cos we are Drunk and broke, we’re drunk and broke Drunk and broke, bumming smokes, drunk and broke
2.
Cold concrete greets the dawn, Newscorp papers smack the lawn Life rolls on He stands on pale legs, makes coffee, bacon and eggs Life rolls on His Dunlop Volleys on his feet His rusted Falcon wagon hits the street Suburban life rolls on He cops his Centrelink, is he gonna choose to pay rent or drink Life rolls on His last four cigarettes, swapped for gold coins for greyhound bets Life rolls on Down to a mates house, sink a beug Smash a two-piece feed and watch Family Feud Suburban Life rolls on Suburban life rolls on, suburban life rolls on, my mind is off, the telly’s on Suburban life rolls on, home-made Gatorade bong, tobacco spin is way too strong Mow lawns with Speedos on, wearing my favourite thongs, suburban life rolls on In the parks and alleyways Another damn glorious day Wouldn’t have it any other way Suburban life rolls on
3.
Glasses Up 02:23
Glasses up, cheers to absurdity Glasses up, and drink away Glasses up, here’s to eternity Drink me away, away, away Black cars, hard rain, melodramatic pain, it’s all a fucking bore We’re all the same, all shuffle off one day Here’s what to do for sure Forget about the tears, bring fifty kegs of beer And tie one on for me If you who out-survive remember you’re alive I’ll take that happily Glasses up, cheers to absurdity Glasses up, and drink away Glasses up, here’s to eternity Drink me away, away, away You’re all alive with glasses full You don’t win anything for looking miserable Put the ease in deceased and put the fucking fun in funeral Good mourning always mean largesse So cast off that black lace veil and dress I’m dead enough for everyone I want my wake to wake the dead Glasses up, cheers to absurdity Glasses up, and drink away Glasses up, here’s to eternity Drink me away, away, away
4.
I threw away all the letters you wrote, thinking surely you could never be loved I hesitated at the bin before dropping them in, but they were useless when push came to shove Because a mark on a page aint particularly sage if you’re too drunk to read between the lines And your soft small hands wrote in comic sans, it’s a laughable obsession of mine And we’re all scribbling bullshit on bus stops and dunny doors And we’re all just looking for something more Long way down, you lose your footing and your face hits the ground Long way down, it’s a long way down I was a child to have ever believed that your wanderlust could ever be held But your thoughts turn to drink and invisible ink when you’re pissing off the edge of the world Cos you were caught in between real life and your dream, yeah you found yourself stuck in a bind Looking for truth, a concept terrible as death, only much, much harder to find And we’re all temporary and we’re trying not to lose out heads And we’re all looking for something better instead Long way down, you lose your footing and your face hits the ground Long way down, it’s a long way down You’ll shake down all the world for something that you held in your hands A trinket on your kitchen shelf I just wanted to be somebody better than the person I am Just wanted to be somebody else Long way down, you lose your footing and your face hits the ground Long way down, it’s a long way down
5.
Short Memory 03:51
Woke up from up from a nightmare Sweating hard and shaking violent Realised you were still there All the fanfare had gone silent Tickertape’s obsolete and parades are as well When there’s nothing worth celebrating Outside it’s a wasteland Streets covered in faded paper Struggle hard in the quicksand Getting out, what a Sisyphean labour And the boulder never stays at the top But you push it up, again and again Different outcome, same mistakes (Chorus) When we’re born, we’re set in it Forget more by the minute Of where we’ve been, and where we’re going All fades to black, wilful amnesiac Of what we’ve spent A debt is owing Finite bags of chemicals Neuroses wrapped in meat-sacks Many vitamins and minerals Drink Draino and smoke up anthrax What good’s a mistake that you make If you don’t make it again and again? Different outcome, same mistakes Chorus (Bridge) Live with the cancer to avoid the pain Of cutting out what’s rotting out It’s easier for some Failure is an orphan no-one wants to claim Yet everybody’s son Zeitgeist turned septic Suited men spewing rhetoric Spewing
6.
Panic Attack 01:44
I woke up in a couch in a West-End council flat I rubbed sleep from my eyes, polished off the gak Various passed-out strangers carpeted the floor My guts flipped like a pancake, I bolted for the door The outside world filled me with unspeakable dread The passers-by seemed somewhat puzzled as I fled I’m cagey at the best of times And this ain't the best of times Panic attack, panic attack The hull of my brain is breached Get out, get out, get out A simple conclusion reached Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, every atom of me screams it The outside world fills me with unspeakable joy Except for times when I need scotch and water and a dark room I’m nervous at the best of times And this ain't the best of times
7.
Memory Man 02:43
Midnight man, crows are sitting on your fence, digging their feet into your face And your plans for a bucolic retirement have a snowflake’s chance in hell Your joints riddled with pain, outlook hard to maintain When crows are circling low, water running laps of the drain Looking, somewhere to land, runways sunk in the sand Your navigation’s shot, this thing is going down Midnight man, race the clock Midnight man, taking stock Milky eyes, calloused hands Abandoned plans, midnight man Midnight man, are your salad days still greener than the grass is on this side? Your sedan, begging to become a Corvette and a girl your daughter’s age Dead end, endless career, affairs getting severe Your taste for champagne slowly ceding to a budget for beer Your friends live in the past, marriage ain't gonna last The pokies never seem to pay out anymore Midnight man, race the clock Midnight man, taking stock Milky eyes, calloused hands Abandoned plans, midnight man Golden age, fiction caged, nothing’s gonna be ok Never ever It’s the third act and the curtain’s coming down And it’s midnight for the stage lights Midnight man, race the clock Midnight man, taking stock Milky eyes, calloused hands Abandoned plans, midnight man
8.
Rewind, age ten, you remember yourself then Big plans, big dreams, brain bursting at the seams The world, untapped, secrets to be uncapped No myth, no truth, only the promise of youth Rewind, eighteen, trying to find out what it means Confused, and dazed, yet constantly amazed, Running at walls hard enough to make them fall Young bull, all fire, thousand watt amplifier Your thrust at leaving marks on history ill-defined Great spirits all held back by mediocre minds Frustration, blockaded all the time A rut, a grave, the only difference is the size Patiently waiting for a better day to come Trying so hard to be something to everyone Stagnation, stagnation has begun You’re spread so thin, fading into oblivion Holding pattern, stuck in a holding pattern Runway all clear, no happy endings here Run away, all fear, no happy endings here Run away, all fear, no happy endings here Run away, all fear, get gone I’m in a holding pattern, stuck in a holding pattern
9.
I can’t find my Ritalin, all alone in the madding crowd Such sweet company, mute voice, so loud My liver is pâté, set a fire in my Tinderbox Such sweet company, tweeting peacocks Yeah, I’m feeling fine Live large and wake up seedy Live fast and diabetes I can’t find my Vicodin, red Circles and a blue bird Such sweet company, soft as an infant’s turd My Tumblr is half full, slaughtering sacred cows Such sweet company, too much, right now All I want is somebody Someone to hold my hand, pay for my gastric band All I need is somebody To get under my skin, inject my insulin All I want is somebody To fawn and gratify, maintain my sugar high All I need is somebody To throw away Prick so it bleeds, and pick though my feed Live fast and diabetes All I want is somebody Someone to hold my hand, pay for my gastric band All I need is somebody To get under my skin, inject my insulin All I want is somebody To fawn and gratify, maintain my sugar high All I need is somebody Don’t come down
10.
Ramona 04:57
Ramona darling, don’t I make you proud Guilty of caring too much You should look at me now Gold shirt in the rat race I was making bread Part living, part dead Fuck that, you should look at me now Now Smile at your barista Brew’s free when you know how Good food from hare Krishnas Ramona take a look at me now Ain’t I just a picture now Now Sleep in my back seat, that’s cool Live low fidelity I wake to birds in my head I steal the melodies Ramona, Ramona, Ramona Do you love me now? Truck stop for a shower I love the fresh air No bills, rent, power Living’s easy when you don’t care Unburdened of all my prayers Now Sleep in my back seat, that’s cool Live low fidelity I wake to birds in my head I steal the melodies Ramona, Ramona, Ramona Do you love me now? Now I’m all done with looking for riches Now I’m done with carrying the weight of the world Now I’m all prime Ramona, show me your love

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3rd Album from South Australian 3 piece Grenadiers.

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released November 10, 2017

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Grenadiers Adelaide, Australia

3 piece Punk/Rock band from Adelaide, Australia. If you dig The Bronx, QOTSA or Hot Snakes, you may dig this.

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