1. |
my broken heart
03:58
|
|||
a web of tram wires crowds the sky
at miller street she says goodbye
she opens the door
and steps outside
the other cars just drive on by
the earth keeps spinning round and round
the sun keeps moving up and down
my broken heart still pounds and pounds
pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds
i park outside the interchange
after running the red light
its no surprise I’m feeling strange
as she disappears from sight
the earth keeps spinning round and round
the sun keeps moving up and down
my broken heart still pounds and pounds
pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds
i understand the logic
i think i know the score
but every time i see her face
i end up wanting more
the woman reels me in
like a fish without a fight
hooked up hard up hung up
i know this just ain’t right
the earth keeps spinning round and round
the sun keeps moving up and down
my broken heart still pounds and pounds
pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds
the earth keeps spinning round and round
the sun keeps moving up and down
my broken heart still pounds and pounds
pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds
the earth keeps spinning round and round
the sun keeps moving up and down
my stupid heart still pounds and pounds
pounds and pounds and pounds
|
||||
2. |
labour of love
03:44
|
|||
I’m drawing a blank
which way do we go
do we roll the dice
do we stay or go
there’s comfort in staying
times can be tough
its a labour of love
but is it enough
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
i ride the creek
tears in my eyes
replaying some moments
under low cloudy skies
reminders are rife
everywhere i turn
this lump in my throat
is a constant concern
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
i wake with a start
every hour or two
edgy and numb
thinking of you
make lists in my head
the bad and the good
the labour of love
the wouldn’t and the would
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
im drawing a blank
which way do we go
do we roll the dice
do we stay or go
there’s comfort in staying
times can be tough
its a labour of love
but is it enough
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
is it enough, is it enough
is it enough, is it enough
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
labour of love, labour of love
|
||||
3. |
metaphor for love
03:26
|
|||
it rolls in like a river
running in a flood
pushing through the sandbags
as they sink into the mud
the sun is sitting low
shadows stretching out
along the banks washed up debris
slip back into the mouth
its not a metaphor for love
its not a metaphor for love
its not a metaphor for love
the river churns the muck
swallows it with force
the murky water slaps the edge
the water stays the course
the rains they came and went
the clouds they parted ways
pushing through the rot and damp
the warmth of better days
its not a metaphor for love
its not a metaphor for love
its not a metaphor for love
I’m clawing at the edge
i rise up with the sun
standing tall i find my feet
and watch the river run
its not a metaphor for love
its not a metaphor for love
its not a metaphor for love
|
||||
4. |
on my own
04:10
|
|||
once upon a time
the joke was on me
but i woke up
took back my key
been a while now
since i saw your smile now
not a word since you left your
dirty clothes in a pile now
dreams are like balloons
bright until they pop
love is like the moon
bright until it drops
dreams are like balloons
bright until they pop
love is like the moon
bright until it drops
you took the dog
left me the bone
you took the cat
left me alone
all alone
on my own
the lights went out
but I’m still at home
dreams are like balloons
bright until they pop
love is like the moon
bright until it drops
dreams are like balloons
bright until they pop
love is like the moon
bright until it drops
the tears roll down
in a puddle on the ground
i try to go to work
but the car keeps breaking down
all my friends say
its for the best
they say that a rat
is nothing but a pest
dreams are like balloons
bright until they pop
love is like the moon
bright until it drops
dreams are like balloons
bright until they pop
love is like the moon
bright until it drops
|
||||
5. |
dig
03:01
|
|||
the story was dark and full of itself
cautious like a cat full of silence and stealth
it took a long time to untangle this tale
memories were vague with sketchy details
man can be cruel, man can be kind
man can be a fool, by his own design
like a dog with a bone that keeps digging it up
scratching at the surface just wasn’t enough
revealing the trove was like excavating a field
clearing the spoil to dig up the yield
man can be cruel, man can be kind
man can be a fool, by his own design
man can be cruel, man can be kind
man can be a fool, by his own design
carefully uncovering the clues at the site
revealng the dark with a luminous light
digging up demons and devils and death
like pandora’s box the release was immense
man can be cruel, man can be kind
man can be a fool, by his own design
a shroud of uncertainty kept hidden the lies
exposure brought truth to the how’s and the whys
clarity rolled in like a wave to the shore
and didn’t the knowing sooth the pain of the sore
man can be cruel, man can be kind
man can be a fool, by his own design
man can be cruel, man can be kind
man can be a fool, by his own design
|
||||
6. |
dancing with demons
03:29
|
|||
i close my eyes and imagine your face
and somewhere inside is a lonely place
i fill it with you and i beg it to stay
but the picture dissolves as it withers away
dancing with demons
dancing with demons
dancing with demons
I’m inside my head now thrashing around
sinking in thoughts I’m beginning to drown
I’m inside my body riding this wave
the current is a bully and i am its slave
dancing with demons
dancing with demons
dancing with demons
I’m inside my soul and I’m making the rounds
listening for truths but they don’t make a sound
this voice that I hear is no stranger to me
the warden within will never let me be free
dancing with demons
dancing with demons
dancing with demons
|
||||
7. |
stuck
05:39
|
|||
some days are hard so hard
I teeter on the edge, teeter on the edge
sometimes I’m close
so close
to falling off the ledge, falling of the ledge
and then the stars
surround the moon
I’m hanging on
cause I know you’ll be home soon soon soon
and then the stars
surround the moon
I’m hanging on
cause I know you’ll be home soon soon soon
some days are rough so rough
the wolf bangs on the door, the wolf bangs on the door
sometimes I’m stuck so stuck
i cant get off the floor, i cant get off the floor
and then the stars
surround the moon
I’m hanging on
cause I know you’ll be home soon soon soon
and then the stars
surround the moon
I’m hanging on
cause I know you’ll be home soon soon soon
some days are dark so dark
the sun it just wont shine, the sun it just won’t shine
sometimes it hurts my soul
just to be alive, just to be alive
then the stars
surround the moon
I’m hanging on
cause I know you’ll be home soon soon soon
and then the stars
surround the moon
I’m hanging on
cause I know you’ll be home soon soon soon soon soon
|
||||
8. |
none to spare
03:36
|
|||
a pigeon lands on the road below
I take a minute to watch the show
it sees objects all around
picks some up and it puts some down…it picks some up and it puts some down
it flies away to another place
I read my watch and i start to race
i’m seeing problems all around
I pick some up and I put some down… I pick some up and I put some down
the clock is ticking like a loaded bomb
the sun is sizzling like a firestorm
the earth is spinning like an outlaws gun
i’m dodging bullets like i’m on the run..on the run
i've got some time not too much
none to spare not enough
i break it down in my head
hours, days, the years ahead…hours days the years ahead
I wonder what the future holds
aside from just growing old
I see possibilities all around
I pick some up and put some down…I pick some up and I put some down
the clock is ticking like a loaded bomb
the sun is sizzling like a firestorm
the earth is spinning like an outlaws gun
i’m dodging bullets like i’m on the run…on the run
a pigeon lands on the power pole
I hear a shot from a gun below
the pigeon falls with a thudding sound
I pick it up and I put it down…I pick it up and I put it down
the clock is ticking like a loaded bomb
the sun is sizzling like a firestorm
the earth is spinning like an outlaws gun
i’m dodging bullets like i’m on the run
|
||||
9. |
power & spite
04:06
|
|||
she walked home alone
as the sun dropped from sight
the moon met the sky
as the day became night
without any warning
a blow from behind
she hit the ground hard
and she heard herself whine
there was blood on her hands where she put up a fight
left was a wound full of power and spite
she dreams of revenge in the darkness of night
she’s a lamb she’s a wolf, she’s vengeance in flight
she woke up alone with
a feeling of doom
wounded and sore
she hid out in her room
the fear and the dread turn
around in her head
was it something she did
was it something she said
there was blood on her hands where she put up a fight
left was a wound full of power and spite
she dreams of revenge in the darkness of night
she’s a lamb she’s a wolf, she’s vengeance in flight
there was blood on her hands where she put up a fight
left was a wound full of power and spite
she dreams of revenge in the darkness of night
she’s a lamb she’s a wolf, she’s vengeance in flight
a tooth for a tooth an eye for an eye
she’s vengeance in flight
|
||||
10. |
brain freeze
03:33
|
|||
in love i’m a merry go round
i never grew up and i never grew down
happy ever after was once the dream
now im wedded to a bowl of ice cream
i could fall into line…but
i’d rather grab the line and bend
if i had the time..
i’d do it all again
im okay with brain freeze
i’m okay with a chocolate moustache
but your love spins me around
like i’m a car in a car crash
i could fall into line…but
i’d rather grab the line and bend
if i had the time..
i’d do it all again
there’s some rocky road between you and me
maybe two spoons could be the key
wanna have my ice cream and eat it too
think i’ll share my sundaes with you
i could fall into line…but
i’d rather grab the line and bend
if i had the time..
i’d do it all again
|
||||
11. |
little things
05:03
|
|||
i’ve got something to say say say
i’ve got something to say ...
eyes like rockets
wide in sockets
hands in pockets
i’ve got something to say say say
i’ve got something to say ...
wrong or right
fight or flight
black or white.
i’ve got something to say say say
i’ve got something to say ..
little things they count on you
little things they count on you
little things they count on you
little things they count on you count on you
i’ve got something to say say say
I’ve got something to say
moving lips
no more zips
sinking ships
i’ve got something to say say say
truth or lie
do or die
don’t be shy
i’ve got something to say say say
little things they count on you
little things they count on you
little things they count on you
little things they count on you count on you
i’ve got something to say say say
I’ve got something to say
break the silence
seek defiance
fuck compliance
i’ve got something to say say say say
ive got something to say
little things they count on you
little things they count on you
little things they count on you
little things they count on you count on you count on you
|
Crumbe Melbourne, Australia
BIO
A collision point between surf, punk and lyrical candour, CRUMBE is a Melbourne-based four-piece with
a well-loved sound and a whole lot of heart.
Their sound dances on the fringes of Patti Smith, P J Harvey and Velvet Underground with a raw B52s style groove and a healthy dose of the post-punk
grit that has characterised Melbourne’s live scene for the past decade.
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Crumbe, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp