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Tropical Fuck Storm are an Australian band from Melbourne, Victoria, formed by Gareth Liddiard and Fiona Kitschin after taking a hiatus from the art-punk psych band The Drones. Lauren Hammel, from the band High Tension, plays drums, and Erica Dunn, from the bands MOD CON, Harmony and Palm Springs, plays guitars, keyboards, and other instruments. more »


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Yeah, rise and shine, you're fine man
Even if you're feeling kinda wonky on your legs
If you're wondering who woke up, you woke up
We just have not figured out which you yet

You ain't dreaming
That means what's not you is beyond you
You'll see only what it represents
But now you've gotta get up
'Cause time is nagging more than ever
Like a dog humping your leg
So get up

(Get up, get up, now)
(Get up, get up, now)
(Get up, get up, now)
(Get up, get up, now)

So get dressed, get out
The worst is over now
You picked an odd time to start feeling strange
And when all's said and done
You're just a massive cunt
So stop acting like your problems
All jumped out of a cake

The sun is blazing, man
It's too bright to see
What washed ashore past midnight on Victoria street
So we're gonna buy some shades
Keep it under wraps
Not making eye contact with Pikachu's or moaning cats

I remember a time life was simple like a glass of water
Simple like a glass of water
And now it's crystal clear as any bathroom mirror
Crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

You're like a snake with its arse up its head man, stop thinking
It's enough dealing with this heat and stink
School bus, street pus, the crushed skulls of watermelons
Flowing down a drain the color of indian ink

And there Marcel snoozing after doing some boozing
Having one them dreams where you're losing your teeth
He's sleeping in the door of what was Thy Thy
Snoring 'neath a sign saying its up for lease

And then a tram thunders along
Going ding ding dong
The driver staring through the windscreen in a trance
The hours are way too long
But then the pay is shit
I hear he's saving all his money for a hair transplant

The hours are long, but
The hours are long, but
The hours are long, but
The hours are very very long

Look at that gak head chew, high as a Panzer crew
Some soccer mummy's introduced him to the pigs
Her horse is higher than a junkies
But like everybody else here, she's buying everything on tic

And there's Veronica, waiting on blah blah blah
He left her filing her nails in the car
Man, beauty got a raw deal there it ain't fair
And you can hear it in her laugh
It jars, she's so unhappy

You'll find him most mornings 'neath the grocery awnings
Making sure the only arrests round here are cardiac
He's got your back, he'll ask you if you're Jason
Then send your money to some cam girl up in Seminyak

And I remember a time life was simple like a glass of water
Simple like a glass of water
But now it's crystal clear as any bathroom mirror
Crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

And there's the snort of Nguyen's old Subaru on laughing gas
He says he hasn't lost a patient yet
He smokes it up around the corner, where you gave up trying to guess
What goes on in other peoples heads

It's hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
It's hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
It's hard to tell

Under the stars and the sun
You feel it all coming undone
You can pretend it's a game
Under a brand new pair of shades
You can pretend it's a game

A pressure drop in your brain

And now we're gonna buy those shades
We're coming in to land
And straight away the man's proposing that the world is flat
It's also square and it ain't going anywhere
Well we can see it's full of squares
Not gonna argue with that
And now we're laughing in the window of his old bong shop
Selling cheap shit sham knock off hand bags brands
And he's explaining how we're living in a simulation
So why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray Bans?

How far you are from knowing your heart
It's hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
It's really hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart

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Written by: Gareth Liddiard

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