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Ashfield Skyline

by Family Fold

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1.
Saturday night no fever on the dance floor all my friends are jumping through the trapdoor. With their hearts full of expectations but vacant stares and no coordination. Nothing but sugar in my veins. Clip on ties, black Chucks, discount chains. Saturday night, cabs heading for the suburbs, empty cages searching for a new bird. Boys buying drinks for girls with no intention of going anywhere near home with them. Every silver lining has a cloud. I want to drink until I drown. I’m in the hurricane’s eye, where everything feels numb. If I don’t make it alive, make sure you get some. Solo If I get picked in a fight I’m gonna lose some blood. If I get shown the light, I’m gonna grab some. Saturday night I want someone to drug me. Ten child stars grown up who are ugly. Every taste is sour like a lemon, kill me quick if I’m here in the a.m. I saw her out with her new guy. He’s got front teeth like Scrabble tiles. Saturday night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night Saturday night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night
2.
I remember Sunday nights, alright, staring into Molly Meldrum's eyes. Cheese on toast for tea, Countdown on TV, wishing that JPY was me. Wrapped up in my dressing gown, disapproving Dad would frown. "The things you kids listen to these days." He'd pretend to look away, but later he'd have lots to say 'bout what the girls in Cheetah wore on stage. Oh I remember Sunday nights, alright, staring into Molly Meldrum's eyes. (solo) But everything got so messed up. Molly changed and I, I grew up. I wish some things could always stay the same. So when I'm wearing flannelette it's on my shirt not in my bed. I wish somethings could always stay the same. Oh I remember Sunday nights, alright, staring into Molly Meldrum's eyes.
3.
Boy Cut 03:05
After when you wiped my stupid grin, I thought you would take me back again. Shows you just how out of touch I am. Now I’m drinking wine out of a can. You said you would never cut your hair. Choose it over any love affair. You got a boy cut. Boy cut. I’ll never win awards for loving you. That’s burned on me just like a bad tattoo. Guess I fooled myself more than I know. Now I’m rattling tin cups on death row. Still I never pictured it like this. Watching as the words fall from my lips. You got a boy cut. Boy cut. There’s nothing in my brain to help explain the pain.There’s no one I can blame except myself. There’s nothing I can do, I’ve done enough to you. I’ve been outgunned. You hit and run. Boy cut. Boy cut. Na na na na na Na na na na na You said you would never cut your hair. Choose it over any love affair. You got a boy cut. Boy cut. Boy cut. Boy cut.
4.
Living in libraries, with books you don’t read. And even your heart wears its heart on its sleeve. You’re some revelation and I just got to believe that you’re true. Yes, you’re true. You sneak into parties and stand at the back. Talking to no one, you stare at the cracks. But everyone wants to live on your cul de sac, yes it’s true. Oh yes, it’s true. I-I-I want to change your mind and leave them all behind. We still got time. I’ve read your memoir on running away. All of your books they end the same way. But I got a re-write on the screenplay. Yes, it’s true. Oh yes, it’s true. I-I-I want to change your mind and leave them all behind. Because I… I-I-I am hiding in plain sight. Let’s set the world to right. We still got time. Solo You’re some revelation and I just got to believe that you’re true. Yes, you’re true. I-I-I want to change your mind and leave them all behind. Because I… I-I-I am hiding in plain sight. Let’s set the world to right. We still got time. And everything you do is fine All I want to be is on your mind.
5.
Crying in the carwash where no-one can see your tears but behind the windshield wipers you have found your mutineer and I hope that you're both happy dancing 'neath the chandelier, oh I do. There's no burning embers, I don't even have a spark oh to light the coal I'm sitting on inside my house at dark. Oh but down the street a forest fire is swallowing the park, you should know. So go sell your home and call in your loans. 'Cos you're on your own, yeah you're on your own. Majored in the minors while I let the big stuff pass. Was only when the bus exploded that I knew what I had missed. Oh I'm ashamed what was important then is now so ridiculous, oh I know. Bringing knives to gunfights that has always been my way oh and like a broken clock I find I'm right two times a day. So if you've got any bright ideas on how to make her stay please let me know. And it's hard to know when it's time to go. 'Cos you're on your own, yeah you're on your own. [solo] It's a place you know but you've now outgrown. 'Cos you're on your own, yeah you're on your own. And it's hard to know when it's time to go. 'Cos you're on your own, yeah you're on your own. Crying in the carwash where no-one can see your tears but behind the windshield wipers you have found your mutineer and I hope that you're both happy dancing 'neath the chandelier, oh I do. credits
6.
Let Go 02:37
I don’t know why I’m walking on barbed wire? I don’t know why I’m lying in the street? All I know is that I said something and all those words I’m gonna have to eat. I don’t know why I set myself on fire? I don’t know why I stick needles in my feet? All I know that being a punching bag looks good when all you’ve been’s a piece of meat. Oh when you can’t understand what good are promises Cos what good are promises they make when you get the opposite? Oh now that you know where you stand and how to demolish it. Now you know, c’mon, let go. I don’t know what I’m looking for this time? I don’t know why I feel so incomplete? All I know is when I get something that suddenly it feels so obsolete. Oh when you can’t understand what good are promises Cos what good are promises they make when you get the opposite? Oh now that you know where you stand and how to demolish it. Now you know, c’mon, let go. Solo Oh when you can’t understand what good are promises Cos what good are promises they make when you get the opposite? Oh now that you know where you stand and how to demolish it. Now you know, it's a blow, and there's nothing left in the afterglow, and you've done all your dough, so c'mon let go….
7.
Don’t take your turn with me ‘cos I might not let go. I might say I like it and if you know what happens if I like it? I love it. Is this the start is this the end? Of something more or less what we call friends? Of something left inside that’s still worth trying. I’m reaching out for some place I can land. This is where we stand. Do you ever close your eyes and see the other side? Driving like you’re blinded as if you were not free. I’m holding on to stop signs that keep you from me. Is this the start is this the end? Of something more or less what we call friends? Of something left inside that’s still worth trying. I’m reaching out for some place I can land. This is where we stand. If we get closer will we feel so far away from what we’ve had? Solo We’re old enough to know we can’t be lying I’m reaching out for some place I can land. This is where we stand. Don’t take your turn with me ‘cos I might not let go.
8.
My brother died five years in July. First time I’ve thought about him in a while. Thought I caught a glimpse of him in my child’s eyes just this morning. He never liked being told what to do. Quit more jobs than I ever even knew. Would just grab his hat and his coat and shoot through and he’s gone. But he showed me a lot. Never gave up what he got. Going through the pockets of your friends. Dirty pool will always win. Hate the sinner, love the sin. It's your life. All I see are leaders who say they understand but they just wanna fool ya 'til your ballot's in your hand Then pull the rug from under you just 'cos they can, don’t you know. Round these parts the threads are coming loose. Everybody's helpless and they don't know what to do. Grab a-hold of something they think’ll get them through but it won’t. But if we stand our ground surely some day things will turn around? Going through the pockets of your friends. Dirty pool will always win. Hate the sinner, love the sin. It's your life. But I'm not gonna play that game. In the sun and in the rain. Do it in my brother’s name. Do it right. Solo Going through the pockets of your friends. Dirty pool will always win. Hate the sinner, love the sin. It's your life. But I'm not gonna play that game. In the sun and in the rain. Do it in my brother’s name. Do it right. Do it right. Do it right.
9.
Big Wedding 02:58
Don’t want a big wedding, want to keep it small. Just a few friends in the garden, that’s all. Still want to dress up, I’ll wear a suit. You’ll wear your second hand gown and your third hand boots. Don’t want a big wedding, but I still want a band. All the best weddings are ones where you dance. Nutbush and Bus Stop, YMCA. First one out on the dance floor will be my Uncle Ray. Nothing matters much to me, if you are standing next to me. Then everything can fade to black. Don’t want a big wedding, no fancy cake. You know my mum and how she likes to bake. We’ll kick our shoes off, dance in the grass. Make sure the neighbours come over so no one gets mad. Nothing matters much to me, if you are standing next to me. Then everything can fade to black. There’s no money in the world, if I’m your boy and you’re my girl. When I’m with you I don’t look back. Don’t want a big wedding…
10.
Lost your parents young now you sleep with your passport. Never in one place for more than a week. Never felt the cold ’til you touched close to 40. Now no amount of skin can give enough heat. Hot and cold friends that you keep in the basement, no one comes close unless they stay on the leash Dreaming about some guy who was a young Gene Hackman, 20 years ago when you lived by the beach. Lions roam the lanes in your memories and secrets. Beggars waving hundreds by the side of the road. Leather necked cops living out on the golf course. Give yourself some credit while you slowly implode. Uh huh Uh huh Always find yourself stuck in bad situations. No one else to blame when you find yourself there. Something bout your need just to feel a sensation. Only when it’s done do you start to care. Plunging to the depths of your next self-deception. Somewhere a small town misses its idiot friend. Wake up in the night with a mind that is racing, sticking to the sheets with both fists clenched Always falling hard for the guy in the room who’d skin himself alive just to sew up a deal. Climbing on his friends, with both feet on their shoulders. Punching down on anyone who stands up to him. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. It’s crucial but it’s useless. It’s fun until it all caves in and then it’s hard. You’re tender and you’re ruthless. Bare knuckles in the street and then you drop your guard. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Surround yourself with crowds, it’s a new type of lonely. Standing close to strangers so you feel more complete. Running your own fingers through the hair on your shoulders. A thousand bees sting and it’s such a relief. Slow fade. Slow fade. Slow fade. Slow fade. Slow fade.
11.
Looking, south down King Street at night, the end of the summer. Sky is yellow. Red lights flashing, without a rudder. Full of excuses but empty inside. So many masters, my house divides. Your body’s folds and its creases are mine just to discover. But I’m burning bridges to stop me from jumping, one or the other. I’ve been so careful, to keep this inside.But here comes the devil, don’t catch his eye. Brushing ashes from my clothes. Warming seats in casinos The air around your body crackles and shakes. A greater union is all we need. But how much more can you take of me? We’re boarded up in our home wanting something to break. Full of excuses but empty inside. So many masters, my house divides. Oooooh Oooooh

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All songs by Paul Andrews except Is This the Start, Is This the End? (Andrews/Good) and Brother’s Name (Andrews/Urquhart).

Recorded, produced and mixed by Brad Jones at Alex the Great in Nashville, USA

Mastered by William Bowden at King Willy Sound

Album design by Mardi Cavana at Neon Robot

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released October 5, 2018

Guitar, vocals, harmonica: Paul Andrews
Bass, guitar, keys: Brad Jones
Guitars and mandolin: Dan Cohen
Drums: Jason Cheek and Nick Buda
Keyboards: Steven Byrom
Strings: Chris Carmichael
Vocals on Is This the Start, Is This the End?: Carey Kotsionis
Saxophones: Jim Hoke

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