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feet as brakes

by Slyngshot

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1.
intro 01:52
FIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE
2.
feet as brakes my body aches, i'm sore, i'm sure i'm losing my way crease lines where i need to go sun's in my eyes no lines on the road ma, i've grown my hair all out the salt collects all in it now my eyelids turned, inside out but all i see is your let down dust cloud swarms around my throat i'm blind, i'm burnt breathe into my lungs black tree ash, i'm riding past grew up too fast why'd you leave me for the sea ma, i've grown my nails all out they get the dirt caught in them now my feet they got, all worn out but all i see is your let down
3.
boring 01:38
4.
king hit 02:14
life is a bum and i am the hole this shit is passing through me and a crack is my whole world life is a shit and i am the bowl the flush is out of order and the shit is piling on life is a king hit gets you when you least expect it kicks you when you're on the ground bangs your head into the pavement
5.
old bird 03:25
where did the old bird go to die where did the old bird go to die i've been to the sea i've looked to the sky oh, where did the old bird go to die hag, spinster, slag, saggy bag that'll rustle away with the wind cry now, lie down where are the people who had your back your skin, paper thin fly on wicked witch where did the old bird go to die where did the old bird go to die i've seen her and her eyes were wise oh where did the old bird go to die
6.
i'll stay awake till it gets light, i'll drive your head all through the night you don't know my history you'll never know where i have been we'll talk some shit about your wife yeah you miss her, yeah that's nice i'd rather sleep out, it's not cold, it must get lonely on the road don't tell me i could disappear i know that i should live in fear of everything in all the world just coz i was born a girl but i know that i am enough this world is ours and we are tuff I DON'T WANNA DIE I DON'T WANNA DIE I DON'T WANNA DIE AT THE HANDS OF A MULLET i look like i don't have a cock that don't mean i cant fuck you up slide my hands into my pants, grab my knife and steal yr truck
7.
dirty spoon 03:06
i am growing in aggression towards all of my possessions and i'm feeling, agitated in regards to education i have always been aware, of this system that we live in but today, it's it me harder than tsunamis hit the beaches if you watch an episode of this series of your life would you cry, if you saw you're watching tv every night feeling feelings for the victims in a show thats based on fiction with unrealistic depictions and no admirable convictions if tv don't tickle your fancy, there's plenty of other addcitions handy buy some stuff or snort some stuff until distractions just aren't enough buy a phone you won't need friends they're all out there spinning interwebs work all day till you get paid then go and piss it down the drain my mum always told me to finish my food but i don't want my freedom fed to me on a dirty spoon i found the answers to my dark labrinyth that sits within the worst thing isn't inside where this begins we're branded on our arses from such an early age and we're born into a world in which everyone's a slave and the teachers lock us up to the confinements of a cage and then they swallow down the key and then they tell us to behave my mum always told me to finish my food but i don't want my freedom fed to me on a dirty spoon i saw a selfish boy take up two seats on the bus but the bus was overflowing, full of people standing up and i wanted to correct this, i wanted to shout but conformity was sworn to me and i couldn't move my mouth we;re not all alone, that's what they wnt you to believe if we spread the eggs around if we help to plant the seed if we don't see everything as our own property then we might have a fucking chance to actually be free my mum always told me to finish my food, but i don't want my freedom fed to me on a dirty spoon
8.
fuk u u fuks 03:13
today my boss she told me that i walk too loud, i smell too fucking bad and my head's in the clouds she said, put on a bra my clothes i should fold i said well fuck you you fuck i won't do what i'm told now i ain't got a job, so i;ll plan my escape from the sould sucking city and the looming skyscrapes from the asshole who tell me my legs should be shaved that my hair should be did or else i won't get paid i said, well fuck you you fuck i won't do what i'm told fuck you you fuck i won't do what i'm told
9.
why do I keep coming back here to patches of grass and dirt in my teeth I crawled out of you and onto my knees Crawled out of the hills and into the streets Crawled out of the shallows and into the deep I lost my voice when I lost my feet If only you had the tounge to speak You walked into an empty room You filled it up, you spoke to soon I sat with you till skies went red Your brain and tounge just only met Why do I keep coming back here
10.
grounded 02:20
sometimes when i feel my body is out of control or when i think that my head is about to just explode i lie down on the earth and hope that it will be okay i breathe into my lungs and know that it will go away and sometimes when i feel like my heart will come out my chest my insides and my outsides all get tight and hurt and stressed i try and think of all the things i like about my life instead of all the silly things that sometimes cause me strife lying horizontal in the dirt brings me to earth lying horizontal in the dirt brings me to earth

about

We recorded this in the dusty, sunny, front room of bob street, squeezed around a small recording device whilst balancing ourselves on assorted pieces of hoarded furniture, with broken knees, fingers, hearts and brains. This is feet as breaks//feat as brakes, songs written over two years about our feels, fears and fights. Big and small.

This album was written and recorded on stolen land, the land of the Gadigal-Wangal people. We want to express our solidarity with first nations people in struggle against the racist and genocidal violence that is ongoing in this country known as Australia.

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released November 14, 2016

bee - vocals, mandolin
grace - vocals, guitar
tats - accordion, vocals
bron - violin, vocals

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