We live in our tiny house
We do not pay attention to the ones who call us out
We think about the things we wanna think about
We have our own rules that we follow without a doubt
They live in their big shiny house
They do not listen when the little people cry out
They think about the things they wanna think about
They have their own rules that they make and break and move around
Pieces of paper, decide what they are worth
Pieces of plastic, are what will be left of the earth
Pieces of cardboard, stomped on by some strangers
Pieces of silver, protect them from their dangers
Some people want to move up or down
But they do not know that once you’re in you can’t get out
People know where you’ve been and the things you’ve thought about
They know what rules you’ve broken and the lies you’ve spread all over town
The voices of people who live through it all
Do not get their voices heard through the thick shiny walls
Covered in jewelry are the ones who make the laws
Covered in bruises we can’t pay for what we’ve bought
The voices of people who live through it all
Will never get their voices heard when they’re in their paper homes
Covered in jewelry are the ones who make the laws
Covered in paper cuts we can not pay for what we’ve bought
Trapped inside these cardboard walls
Why would you wanna move away
They’ve got so many fun games to distract you from the way they play
While you are here you might as well have some fun
So get in this cardboard box and you’ll play until you think you’ve won
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Still Clean is a close second for favorite track, this album is one of my favorites of all time. It brings me back to reality while making me feel greater than I could ever be. parsley-parcel
Four indie-pop reflections on growth and loss from the Australian singer-songwriter, sustained by robust pianos and fervent vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 29, 2024