servants and doormats that's what we all are
while we clean up your floors and serve drinks in your bars
while we work with your kids and we fix what you break
we might let it loose and repeat that mistake
the one when I think “you've been friendly to me so i might as well give you a chance”
I will have one more box under my Christmas tree and the illusion I found a good friend
I still recall when you came to my show
at the end of the night we were nothing but bros
After months of backpats, “Call me Max” or “Lori”
and a million broken promises
i realised I was constantly losing a war
'cause good friends don't pay debts anymore
So lie to your boss, call in sick everyday
steal pens, stapleguns and gasoline
no one's indispensable, wait for me here
and beware of the dogs and the breeze
'cause winter's going to be mean
Secret Shame’s breakthrough debut gets a series of reworks, plus an acoustic take on “Dark” from vocalist Lena Machina. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2020
Australian shambolic pop that uses the generic trope of deadpan ennui to evoke bleak dystopia rather than the usual sunny slacker world. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2016