1. |
Long Way
02:28
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She's got a brain like a bad transistor
You try to hide but you can't resist her
She's got no money, she can't afford a doctor
But what she's selling you're more than keen to buy
They're giving ten but all she gets is five
The other half is going to her boyfriend
She got a heart like a silicon valley
She's someone's mamma but she'll let you call her daddy
Now, when she's dead it hardly even matters
You tacky thing, it's only how you get there.
She got the hand of a stereo picture,
And where she got to, you're never gonna reach her
She got the money, her friends all call her bougie
Why should she bother when all she wants is Gucci?
She kept the ten, then took another five
And then treated herself by burying her boyfriend
You've come one hell of a long way
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2. |
Mood Comin'
04:06
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I've been looking for a midday answer
Set me straight when the sun starts going down
I've been waiting for a midnight lover
Pick me up when the moon tries to put me out
The hour's getting late
They always put you off
You want a clean slate?
You always get what you want
See me wilting like a tired flower
At the end of the spring that went on too long
Your orchid's blooming but the fruit's so sour
At the start of a winter that came far too soon
The hour's getting late
They always put you off
You want a clean slate?
You always get what you want
Just a little bit
Little bit of happiness, little bit
Just a little bit of cold hard love
From you to me, to you
A little bit of Shangri-La
A little bit of woop-di-do
A little bit of oh la la from me to...
The hour's getting late
They always put you off
You want a clean slate?
You always get what you want
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3. |
Four Twenty Twenty
06:13
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I got a dream stuck up inside my head
Don'tcha know?
I had a vision where you lost control
Don'tcha know?
They stormed the city under blood red skies
They took your mother and they left her to die on her own
They let you pay up the price
They wouldn't pay on their own
I killed a child for a bite of their meat
No it ain't right, but then the taste is so sweet
Oh Lord
You take your struggles now out onto the streets
You fight for crumbs while I gorge myself on your teat
Oh Lord
I'll let you pay up the price I wouldn't pay on my own
I'll make you pay up the price I had to pay with my soul
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4. |
Not Welcome Anymore
03:52
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Well the sun rises on a rainy day
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it ain't there
Yeah I'm telling you
The fear has gone and gripped me
The stress has come to meet me
They're ripping up my brain and giving pennies on the dollar
They're not welcome anymore
The voices keep on talking through the wires in my mind
I drown them out with static from the TV in my dinner
Not welcome anymore
They're not welcome anymore
Well the sun rises on a rainy day
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it ain't there
Yeah I'm telling you
My children tried to eat me
They were aging all my skin
The wrinkles keep on coming and it's all because them
They're welcome anymore
A ghost calls from my past
It calls me on the phone
They tease me and taunt me for holding on too long
They're not welcome anymore
They're not welcome anymore
See these hands of mine
The were once good strong hands of mine
But they don't need me anymore
They walked me out the door
Marched me to the flower bed and made me sing a song with them
Well the sun rises on a rainy day
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it ain't there
Yeah I'm telling you
The demons came to wrestle
They love an empty vessle
They filled me up with alcohol and threw me down a deep black hole
They're not welcome anymore
Then angels tried to greet me
Said God was keen to meet me
I spat on them and told them they weren't taking me alive
They're not welcome anymore
They're not welcome anymore
See these hands of mine
They were once good strong hands of mine
Could bear the weight of all the world
And hold my little girl
Now I'm composting in flower beds as worms sing for their dinner going...
Well the sun rises on a rainy day
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it ain't there
Yeah I'm telling you
They're not welcome anymore
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5. |
The Year Without Air
04:20
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Well I woke up in the year without air
and I hit the town with my usual flair
There were people on the streets screaming they couldn't breathe
From the northest end of the northside
to the southern-most tip of the south
Lord I've never been so desperate just to feel a cool breeze
I never thought a virus would come cure our disease
Now I know what's right
But you don't seem to know what's wrong
And I just think it's kind of strange, you know?
That the freshest fruit goes to the most rotten of vegetables
Lord I've never been so desperate just to feel a cool breeze
I never thought a virus would come cure our disease
And I never thought we'd make it this far
But I don't think we can do this for much longer
But we're alive today
Yeah we're alive today
Lord I've never been so desperate just to feel a cool breeze
I never thought a virus would come cure our disease
And I never thought I'd make it this far
But I don't think I can do this for much longer
But I'm alive today
Yeah I'm alive today
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6. |
Juicyyy
03:37
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Started sooner than I needed
The kind of change I hoped to make
What I've found around the promise of my time
Are scattered shards of broken memories
I'm likely to lose my mind
A silent suffering in kind
Autummn leaves in summer rain
Fair too early to bear the strain
And what I know just goes to show
No breadth of learning can teach as well
As trying to lose my mind
A silent suffering in kind
Weren't no words to set you free
And every path we take is beaten
The revolution's been cancelled
Jesus ain't coming back
But we'll still try to rise tomorrow
And I'll try not to lose my mind
A silent suffering in kind
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7. |
Softly Slowly Ending
04:41
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Slow down take a look around
Look at what you've found
Like a tiny jewel
In the ashes in the ground
Big love like an atom bomb
Brighter than the sun
High fidelity memory
Nostalgia in surround
But oh no
The end is softly, slowly coming
I saw a picture somebody took of you today
Another mess I made by throwing you away
My mind trips to a place where it never should've been
A million other futures that we maybe could've written
But oh no
The end is softly, slowly coming
Don't stop
Take a hit of it
Don't let it get you down
Don't wait for a little bit
The moment has you now
Big love like an atom bomb
Brighter than the sun
Big sound we've been making
And it's getting louder
Louder
Louder
Louder
But oh no
The end is softly, slowly coming
The end is softly, slowly coming
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8. |
Soul Breaker
03:34
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All my life I've heard this tune
Going 'round inside my head
Here it comes to haunt my brain again...
When I was young I'd watch the rain
Rolling down my bedroom window
I'd play games that weren't the same
As what the other kids would play
Now I'm acting in that way again...
All these thoughts inside have made me cautious
Nothing that you've said sounds much like love to me
All my life I've heard this tune
Going 'round inside my head
Here it comes to haunt my brain again...
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Stonefish Monk Melbourne, Australia
Stonefish Monk is a music project by Sebastian Herrera. He resides in Melbourne, Australia and has been playing music
locally for over a decade.
All the instruments and songs are performed and recorded by himself in his makeshift bedroom studio.
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