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Team Friendship

by Doozy Daze

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1.
Cry Baby 01:54
Curling the tangles in your stupid hair Locked in a stare in your living room chair I just wanna tear you away from your air supply I’d marry you just to have an affair I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck, no. I don’t give a fuck about the bachelor. I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck, no. I don’t give a fuck about the Melbourne Cup. I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck, no. Betting trifectas until there’s no money left. You think you’re betting fair but you’re betting on death. Filling horses with meth while you get vodka breath. Having your chats in your hundred dollar hats. Well I didn’t want to trouble you, but you’re essentially a horse with a W. Well I didn’t want to trouble you, but you’re essentially a horse with a W. Whores and horses, whores and horses, I don’t give a fuck about the bachelor. Whores and horses, whores and horses, I don’t give a fuck about the Melbourne Cup. I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a shit, no. I don’t give a shit about no racist hicks. I don’t bat an eye, I don’t bat an eye, no. I don’t bat an eye for no muscly guy. I don’t really care, I don’t really care, no. I don’t really care about your activewear. I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a damn, no. I don’t give a damn about no Instagram.
2.
It’s fucked up to say and it’s shitty to think but I really can’t stay for another drink. Our worlds have shrunk into a brick room, there’s no one on Earth you’d have to assume. It’s a weird way of living. Feeling like every night’s on A-train. We’re all too forgiving of the times that we started again. So quiet your mind and focus on the flashing light. Stuck in rewind, it’s just another Mundane Night. It’s hard being shackled, but it’s a good excuse. Can’t really run far when you’re stuck in a noose. It’s really been fun, I’ll be back again. It’s the tide that decides so it really depends. It’s a weird way of living. Feeling like every night’s on A-train. We’re all too forgiving of the times that we started again. So quiet your mind and focus on the flashing light. Stuck in rewind, it’s just another Mundane Night. It’s a weird way of living. Feeling like every night’s on A-train. We’re all too forgiving of the times that we started again. So quiet your mind and focus on the flashing light. Stuck in rewind, it’s just another Mundane Night.
3.
Don’t know what I want but I know it’s not this. I’m secretly hoping that I get dismissed. I’m stuck in the gut of a high-tech whale. $20 an hour, aquatic jail. Glimpsed out of his ribcage, saw derelicts struggling but free. I guess I’m swimming, just not on my own. I keep this soul-sucking whale afloat. But one day I did it, pried open his jaw. And through his teeth I saw the fucking sea’s core. I dived, leapt straight of his tongue. In zero gravity, we’re all free and dumb. I kissed a sea horse, I married her too. She was well-read and I became blue. She said calm down, so we migrated south. We set up our home, yeah we set up our home in a whale’s fucking mouth.
4.
A Fair Trade 02:32
Take my iris where colour was born, yeah. In exchange, I’ll need your corneas. I’d rather see good than look good. Take my molars, you can have four, if you let me have the wisdom from the back of your jaw. I’d rather speak good than eat good. It’s a fair trade, organic, GMO-free. The best parts of you for the worst parts of me. It’s a fair trade, organic, GMO-free. The best parts of you for the worst parts of me. Take my heart, here’s my smoke filled lungs I’ll kiss you hard with my malignant tongue. I’d rather love good than breathe good. It’s a fair trade, organic, GMO-free. The best parts of you for the worst parts of me. It’s a fair trade, organic, GMO-free. The best parts of you for the worst parts of me. Fuck yeah. GMO-free. Fuck yeah.
5.
Been drinking on the balcony. Tell the neighbours I’m not sorry. Two days, too long for me to wait. Don’t care how I feel the next day. Tinny, tinny, tinny, tinny Tuesday! No beer so I had some magic tea. Then I climbed an imaginary tree. In a dream and I’m feeling squeaky clean. Fell in love with Jade and pink and green. Tinny, tinny, tinny, tinny Tuesday! I don’t want, I don’t want, I don’t want to wait for the weekend. Fuck you, meat pie for breakfast. Double check who I drunk texted. It’s bad, but not as much regret as my fucking hangover cigarette. Tinny, tinny, tinny, tinny Tuesday! Now it’s here, even the suits are drinking beer. I’m still queer from my mid-week cheekies. I’ll stay home and then I’ll check my phone. Hold my breath for the wave of FOMO.
6.
Axe Addict 03:10
Got a beat up Bronco and a mint little Mustang. I’m terrified of horses but I’m too broke to buy a Jagstang. I couldn’t hack a Rickenbacker, lesbian Paul would suit me. Too many horns on an Ibanez and an SG is too horny. I’ve got the guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, the guitar schizophrenia. Yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, while I’m fretting her. Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, the guitar schizophrenia. Yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, while I’m fretting her. Too gay to get a Straightocaster. I wouldn’t bring a Tele home. I’m a Jazzmaster of nothing. And I’m fucked up like a Cyclone. I’ve got the guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, the guitar schizophrenia. Yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, while I’m fretting her. Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, the guitar schizophrenia. Yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, while I’m fretting her. I’ve got the guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, the guitar schizophrenia. Yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, while I’m fretting her. Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, the guitar schizophrenia. Yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, yeeha, while I’m fretting her.
7.
I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything. I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything. I’m not excited for the future even though I claim to be. And I’m sorry if I’m tired, I’m just tired of what I see. Is it naive to think that all I need is a change of scenery. I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything. And I keep the kettle filled in case I run out of steam. By Sunday I fall into a self-pitying heap. Was I always this lazy or have I just become cheap? I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything. And it’s no one’s fault but mine. I feel like I’m insane. I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything. And I keep the kettle filled in case I run out of steam. I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure of anything. And it’s no one’s fault but mine. I feel like I’m insane.
8.
Don’t ask me how I’m doing. I’ll just lie to you anyway. “Are you keeping on track and staying distracted?” I don’t want to talk, not today or the next day. I’ve got my friends and I’ve got my beer. I know your care is so sincere. With my guitar and my beating heart, that’s all I need so don’t you start. I just wanna have some me time. I know I’ll be fine. I just want to sit in the corner. I don’t want to have to warn you. Feel like a dick telling you to leave but I know I’m not good company. I just wanna have some me time. I know I’ll be fine. Why are you pretending we’re old friends? I’m out of excuses, every single one of them.
9.
Before I die, I will swallow the seed of a wild oak so my body will bleed. The bark on my skin won’t let sunshine in. The bark on my skin won’t let in no sunshine. The silken sap, the blood of the trees. While the bark on my skin melts my skeleton to leaves. The bark on my skin won’t let sunshine in. The bark on my skin won’t let in no sunshine. The bark on my skin won’t let sunshine in. The bark on my skin won’t let in no sunshine. The bark on my skin, too thick to photosynthesise. The bark on my skin won’t let in no sunshine.

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released April 20, 2017

All songs were written and performed by Doozy Daze.
Recorded, mixed and master by Clinton Everstar.
Lyrics by Sarah Timson and Owen Dixon.
Cover photography by Claire Watson

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