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Trishine - Solo Version
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Words can get fucked
They can’t explain my love for you
Feelings and shit and that and yeah nah and so forth
My heart’s been kicked out of bounds on the full
Words are shithouse
The alphabet’s a poof
I’ve cried till my eyes are as dry as a dead dingo’s donga
Seems years since I bowled a maiden over
Oh Trishine
I’m the ute and you’re the diesel
Oh Trishine
I’m the bowl and you’re the Cheezels
You had me at show us your dick
Words have got nothing
They can onomatopissoff
You left me up shit creek without a paddle
No one tells you bout shit waterfall
Flowing into shit sea
Why d’ya have to change the locks?
Why d’ya have to change the locks?
Fuckin keychange
Why don’t you answer when I knock?
We’re like two peas in a pod
We were a ball of socks
And now I’m odd
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In my day we used to walk to school
Five miles in the snow
Cocaine was everywhere
In my day we ate toast from a can
From Japan
In my day when it was cold
Father’d hop into bed with you
and set fire to his beard
In my day children were seen but not heard
They were ghosts
They’d all died
But you still had to work
In my day
Things were better than they are now
Where am I?
We made food out of flour and water
It really put a damper on things
We played a board game called Hard Times
Where every square said
Go To War
In my day we couldn’t afford punctuation
motherimjustgoingdowntotheriververywell
Was a typical conversation
In my day we kept sea horses
and land whales
I think they’re called “cows” now
In my day I rode a bicycle
That powered a generator
Hooked up to my life support!
In my day (what’s my name?)
In my day we slept standing up
and ate upside down
You got tied to a bull and sent away
Whoever untied you
Well that’s who you married
In my day we used to listen to the radio
It wasn’t even on
We weren’t well
In my day there was a saying
Where there’s smoke there’s salmon
In my day for Christmas I got a memory stick
It was just a stick and if you forgot something
Father’d hit you with it!
In my day
I knew where I lived
What’s my name?
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The Bedroom Philosopher
Indie song & dance man. Alpha nerd. Big swans fan (not the team).
Celebrating 20 years of Beddy Phil
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" The rock eisteddfod for home school children. "
After discovering irony from a mail-in voucher on the back of a That’s Life mag, BP taught himself music on a Melody Pop and a guitar he built in grade 8 woodwork. His first song was about Home & Away and his second was about depression.
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