Find Something You Love And Let It Kill You

by Grenadiers

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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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Track Name: Drunk And Broke
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
Track Name: Suburban Life
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
Track Name: Glasses Up
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
Track Name: Long Way Down
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
Track Name: Short Memory
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
Track Name: Panic Attack
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
Track Name: Memory Man
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
Track Name: Holding Pattern
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
Track Name: Live Fast, Diabetes
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
Track Name: Ramona
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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