Sandgroper

by The Kardy

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Well, this album was a bit of fucking around. I really experimented with the guitar textures and even the production this time. Plus I finally got some drums and bass properly down. I don't think it's 100% but that'll do because I've spent too much time on it.

It's about being from Perth (or rather, the locals - aptly named 'sandgropers' probably due to having their heads in the sand), all the characters you see, things you hear them say and the things they probably feel inside that they're not open about. It's a mix between criticism and general praise.

Alot more bass, more trip hop sounding style (slowed down).

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released January 26, 2016

danSroperg: Vocal, Guitar, Bass, Drums, musical mice

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Track Name: Special Snowflake
{V1}
Oh, she's tired,
She's crying, crying, crying - for a new face;
Oh, she's slashing tires,
She's trying, trying, trying - to turn a new page;

Ooooh, she's turning on her head,
She eats the pest bait, she eats the pest bait that she's fed;
Ooooh, she's turning on her head,
She eats the pest bait that she's, she eats the pest bait that she's fed;

[na na na, nana na na, nananana na na;]

{V2}
Oh, he's flying,
He doesn't look back, doesn't look back, doesn't look back - at all the things he said;
Oh, he's searching for a tie-in,
He's trying, trying, trying - to turn a new page;

Ooooh, he's holding up her head,
He's bought but counterfeit, he's bought but counterfeit, Ooooh;
He's holding up her head,
He's bought but counterfeit, he's bought but counterfeit;

Don't talk about your values, no one gives a fuck about you, no one gives a fuck about you;
Don't talk about your values, no one gives a fuck about you;

[na na na, nana na na, nananana na na;]
Track Name: Picture Perfect Disguise
{V1}
So look at me, look at me,
Am I the person you want me to be?;
Fake reality, I fake reality,
To appease, to appease;

{V2}
Nothing left, nothing left, to hi-de, hi-de,
Bury it deep inside,
Nothing left, nothing left, to hi-de, hi-de,
A picture perfect disguise;

{V3}
Here's me and my friends,
Taking photos to pretend, taking photos to pretend to the world;
Tie up loose ends,
Hope to god I don't offend, hope to god I don't offend;

Don't hate me, I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy;
Don't hate me, I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy;
Don't hate me, I'm trying the best that I can;
Don't hate me, I'm trying the best that I can;
Don't hate me, I'm trying the best that I can;
Don't hate me, I'm trying the best that I can;
Don't hate me, I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy;
Don't hate me, I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy;
Track Name: Sandgroper
{V1}
Another thirsty dusty plain, crying out for rain,
Living in rust is what she does;
Another box of emu from the camel, to lighten up my travels,
Oh pick up the slack, I think I'm starting to crack;

{CHORUS}
But I'm stuck, running out of luck;
Stuck in a dead end part of town, Stuck in a dead end part of town; (I'm stuck, running out of luck)
And I think I'm ready to go, and I think I'm ready to go,
And I think I'm ready to go, and I think I'm ready to go;

{V2}
The urge for tangled webs, that sunburnt spinefex,
I rather get bogged in her choking dust;
[I want] Her gentle warm caress, that crazy wild west!
Her country tracks are stuck between the shacks;

{CHORUS}
But I'm stuck, running out of luck;
Stuck in a dead end part of town, Stuck in a dead end part of town; (I'm stuck, running out of luck)
And I think I'm ready to go, and I think I'm ready to go,
And I think I'm ready to go, and I think I'm ready to go;

{CODA}
I'm packed I'll leave ya, I'll leave ya, I'll leave ya-a-a-a,
I'm packed I'll see ya, I'll leave ya behind;
I'm packed I'll leave ya, I'll leave ya, I'll leave ya-a-a-a,
I'm packed I'll see ya, I'll leave ya behind;

If you don't find it here, then you won't find it elsewhere, you won't find it elsewhere,
(I'm packing for the east, I'm packing for the east man,
I'm packing for the east, I'm packing for the east)
If you don't find it here, then you won't find it elsewhere;
(I'm packing for the east, I'm packing for the east,
I'm packing for the east, I'm packing for the east)
Track Name: Sick of You (ode to 'Fat Cunt')
{V1}
"Oh you better; you better lift your game,"
I keep smoking out the tyres, I keep smoking out the tyres;
"Oh you waste; of space,"
I keep smoking out the tyres, I keep smoking out the tyres;

{CHORUS}
I feel, so sick, of your face, (ahhhhh)
I feel, so sick, of your face;

{V2}
Fuck it's so good; to see you again,
I keep choking out the liars, I keep choking out the liars,
You're running around like a headless chook,
Clueless as the ground beneath you shook, (ohhhhh)

{CHORUS}
Still - I feel, so sick, of your face, your face, (ahhhhh)
I feel, so sick, of your face;

{Bridge}
Well I've had it; up to here; with you; with you;
Well I've had it; up to here; with you;