My eternal peace of mind, I’ve found it hard, it’s hard to find
Mass production, that’s what killed, my generation’s social skills
And those chills, up my spine, feel so fine
Burn Ulysses while standing in line
Place your bet, we can’t forget, what came before the internet
Place your bet, we can’t forget, what came before the internet
I need a compass, I need a road map, I need a goddamn GPS
Lost in a fog, stuck in a web, where North is South and East is West
Vinyl on the shelf, miss the tradition
Trade honesty for wealth, for a commission
Plastic on the shelf, lacking nutrition
Trade honesty for wealth, for a commission
But Hey
That’s alright, we don’t need no fancy screens
We’ll take a breather, a little break from Mtv
And we’re free
My eternal stomping ground, I’ve found it hard, it’s what I’ve found
Mass exposure, that’s what saved,
my generation, thought depraved
And those chills, under my skin, I’m letting them in
They’re lighting my fires, they’re pushing my pins
Go ahead, let’s learn and see, what was Internet BC
Go ahead, let’s learn and see, what was Internet BC
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024