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Little Things

by Crumbe

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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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

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Introducing Crumbe’s first full length album -- a mosaic of honesty, vulnerability, and ruminations on the challenges of life and love, blending emotional discomfort with fun and echoing the very natural experience of human duality.

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released October 28, 2023

All songs written by Connie Ogan
Connie Ogan - Vocals, Guitar
Kurt Mottershead - Bass, Vocals
Owen Eales - Lead Guitar
Scotty Bairdle - Drums
Jane Cameron - Backup Vocals
Simon Rigoni - Organ
Recorded at Room 29
Mixed by Simon Rigoni
Produced by Simon Rigoni and Crumbe
Mastered by Adam Dempsey
Cover Art - Connie Ogan

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Crumbe Melbourne, Australia

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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.
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