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Let's Go
04:12
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When I was a boy, I used to play games,
Now I go to work, and young me thinks I'm lame.
¬I pick up schooner glasses,
And think about my life.
Then I go home,
I scroll through facebook,
And talk about my life.
I come home so tired,
I don’t want to play games.
I drink three beers,
And think of buying games.
I might buy a thing that reminds me of young Jack,
Then I won’t touch it I have better things to do, Let’s Go now.
The joy of earning money,
The joy of spending it.
The joy of working hard,
And the hard work of enjoying it.
The paint of doing nothing,
The pain of being bored.
The joy of working hard,
And the hard work of enjoying it.
When I get older,
What will I think of me?
Internet activist,
But impotent politically,
I like the music,
That I make.
I play it more than anyone,
Anyone,
I know.
Maybe soon, I’ll be on Triple J,
If I try really hard,
I’ll make it there one day.
Shake lots of hands,
Learn lots of names.
My name is Jack Tickner and this is my brand new song,
'Let's Go'.
The Nightmare,
Of Adulthood.
The Nightmare,
Of Adulthood.
The joy of earning money,
The joy of spending it.
The joy of working hard,
And the hard work of enjoying it.
The paint of doing nothing,
The pain of being bored.
The joy of working hard,
And the hard work of enjoying it.
The joy of earning money.
The joy of earning cash.
The joy of earning money.
The joy of earning cash.
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2. |
Ode To Dogs
04:34
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I went for a walk today,
It was so great.
Open road in front of me.
Feeling good and feeling great,
This hot pavement.
Sun beats down so friendly.
I’m walking,
Activate the lizard brain there.
There is no,
There, there is no pain just.
I’m walking,
Come on lets play a game there.
There is no,
There, there is no pain just.
I dont want extravagence,
I just want a living wage.
And sometimes a pat on the head,
Who is a good boy?
I hope I’m a good boy.
I am lead by the hand,
The hand of god.
He pays me with treats when I speak.
All I have to do is know how to behave,
When I’m given my commands.
I went for a walk today,
It was so great.
Open road in front of me.
Feeling good and feeling great,
This hot pavement.
Sun beats down relentlessly.
There, there is no pain just.
I’m walking,
Come on lets play a game there.
There is no,
There, there is no pain just.
I dont want extravagence,
I just want a living wage.
And sometimes a pat on the head,
Who is a good boy?
I hope I’m a good boy.
Passing cars passing cars,
Quacking ducks quacking ducks.
Other dogs.
Huge big trucks they’re so loud,
Birds chirping they’re so proud.
Fetching sticks.
They live forever,
I’m just here 10 years.
I love them,
I will be the goodest boy.
Yeah!
And as my flame dies out,
I’m always caring.
Down to my last breath.
They live forever,
I’m just here 10 years.
I love them,
I’ll be the goodest,
Boy.
Good boy.
Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?
I hope I’m a good boy,
I hope I’m a good boy,
I hope I’m a good boy,
I hope I’m a good boy.
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3. |
It's A Joke
03:05
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I was born a thousand years ago,
Given birth to by a boredom.
A conundrum suddenly hit,
Can I be born and then just sit?
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
It’s a joke,
It’s a joke,
It’s a joke.
I was laying on the grass,
Little ants they walked past.
I rolled over in the bed,
Felt little ants in my head.
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
Waiting for someone to tell you it’s a joke,
It’s a joke,
It’s a joke,
It’s a joke,
It’s a joke.
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4. |
Shame
04:36
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Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame.
Undress it,
But don’t look,
Too close,
Don’t look close.
What is the donut?
If not,
For,
The Hole.
If not for the whole.
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame.
I am so dirty,
Beyond cleaning,
Beyond cleaning.
Scarred by the sins of puberty,
Please god,
Rebirth me,
Rebirth me.
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame,
Before we learnt shame.
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Jack Tickner Sydney, Australia
Microtonal Musician from Sydney, Australia.
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