Ha the Unclear
Ha the Unclear

INVISIBLE LINES

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03 bacterium (look at your motor go)

Bacterium, look at your motor go
Your flagellum is evolution to me
We are intricate, but we never used to be
The universe is expanding outwards
I don’t really know what that means, for us

You’ve got a wolf by the ears and you can’t let go
And we’ll wait for the omen of the lone black crow
On the bough of the big oak tree out the back where it supplies the shade
But there is no enemy
There is no enemy

I like patterns and naturally occurring phenomena
Those Pancake Rocks, those Moeraki Boulders
Bow to it all, let it make you feel little
Because that’s what I am, I’m little
So are you
We are insignificant

You’ve got a wolf by the ears and you can’t let go
And we’ll wait for the omen of the lone black crow
On the bough of the big oak tree out the back where it supplies the shade
But there is no enemy
There is no enemy

05 stuck in my head

I’m punching on the insides of my skin
I’m trying to escape this machine I’m in
But the synaptic gap between us is a transmission break
I’ll never really know you, or you me
I guess that’s why we sit together so closely

Wherever I go, I’m stuck in my head
Wherever you go, your stuck in your head
Wherever we go, we’re stuck in our heads
Wherever I go, you’re stuck in my head

Follow
I’ll follow
I’ll follow you into the ground

Trying to catch a glimpse of your perspective
But we’ll never get closer than language
I want to know you like I know myself, but I can't

Wherever I go, I’m stuck in my head
Wherever you go, your stuck in your head
Wherever we go, we’re stuck in our heads
Wherever I go, you’re stuck in my head

Follow
I’ll follow
I’ll follow you into the ground

07 words in condensation

Stare into space
Forget where you end and the universe begins

Am I flesh?
Am I the meat I’ve eaten?
The oxygen I breathe in?
Am I the hands I’ve shaken?
Am I the words I’ve spoken?

Stare into space
Forget where you end and the universe begins

Am I words written on the window in the condensation?
Am I the dirty mark that’s left behind?
Am I nothing?
Is this everything there is?

Stare into space
Forget where you end and the universe begins

Is this everything there is?

09 (all of our friends have moved to) australia

All of our friends have moved to Australia
Australia
Your standard of living seems so much higher than it is here
You all can afford suits when you come back for weddings
What are we missing out on?

O’ Australia
With your golden voweled name
Your higher wages
Your disinterest in sailing
Your mining towns
Just rampant sex and dust

Scratch the Earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the Earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the Earth
Scratch the earth
’til Perth falls in

10 FAKE FLOWERS

Fake flowers made to be
Just like the real thing
They sit on the mantelpiece
But that’s not quite like the real thing

A child stares at a finger
But not where it is pointing
Invisible lines are all around us
Is the truth too disappointing for us?
Lives stretched over frames they don’t quite fit
I am ripping at the edges when the seams begin to split

With these fake flowers
Made to be
Just like the real thing
They sit on the mantelpiece
That’s not quite like the real thing

This maladapted brain of mine
Writes narratives to justify choices I have made
Well, how can free will exist
If mind is made of matter and matter makes a mind?
Am I trapped in this cause and effect storyline?

With fake flowers
Made to be
Just like the real thing
They sit on the mantelpiece
But it’s not quite like the real thing

01 WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS ALL YOU NEEDED?

Our wisdom teeth are tearing through our gums
We unpack our suitcases, it doesn’t end well
We won’t like what we lay out on the bed
It’s in the way we talk about each other
You weren’t here when I was all you needed
Now you need to be alone

Where were you when I was all you needed?

In the wind, dandelion
Searching for different kinds of soil to take root in
You weren’t here when I was all you needed
I’ll still be waiting here
For you to come back to that something you don’t want to
Now you need to be alone

Where were you when I was all you needed?

02 WALLACE LINE

50 million years
It’s going to feel like 50 million years
Because we change so much over space and time
With all the water between you and I
Just leave me behind
I’ll never make it across the Wallace Line

Maybe you’ll start wearing a pouch and I’ll wear stripes
Whatever it is our conditions imply
So just leave me behind
I’ll never make it across the Wallace Line

It’s going to feel like 50 million years

04 things, rituals, things, 

One day when everyone here is gone
Grass will cover these fields
And they’ll find signs of life
In fossilised bones, and four inch screens

They’ll patch together the pieces of our lives here
Because we left everything behind
God, we had rituals
We buried our dead, we buried the dead

We had rituals
They’ll find signs of life
In our bones, and four inch screens

06 big city

I tag in on the bus, I’m headed back home to Mt Eden
The driver stares ahead, he’s dead inside, a robot even
I shuffle to the middle, avoiding feet, and bags, and curious glimpses
Since I’ve worn this jersey they’ve come thick and fast
I get so nervous

Big city

A man wears headphones in the backseat
Seems pretty out-of-it
The bus is lurching forward now, so is he
He’s going to vomit
A throaty groan ensues and he collapses on the floor
Drug or alcohol induced, whatever it is, projectiles issue forth
I yell “turn him on his side, he’s going to choke on his own vomit!”
But nobody cares
Nobody seems to care

This must be a big city

Everybody stares, paralysed by anonymity
Finally, another lady gets up from her seat
She must be a doctor! It’s only now that I can start to breathe deeply
Then she leans over his body and starts praying in tongues and Jesus speak
People clog the aisles, wild that the bus has stopped now
I’m exasperated, I’m expiring, I’m perspiring, I get out
Because everybody’s late for dinner
They’re way too busy for that bus
We cut queues, we don’t recycle
Wow!
Everyone’s anonymous

Big city

08 supermarket queues (together)

I wish the scientists were wrong
When they say we can’t travel back in time
Now I wake and you’re not there
It’s the cold side of the bed I fear the most

It could have been you and I
In the supermarket queues together
Now I shop for myself
I am buying things I shouldn’t buy
Cigarettes, alcohol
I’m buying all the sad, sad things

I’d scour the years
To visit all the tender times
To bring you back to life
Your dress still drips from the hanger in my mind
Why is time so labyrinthine?
Well, I wish the scientists were wrong
When they say we can’t travel back in time

It could have been you and I
In the supermarket queues together
Now I shop for myself
I am buying things I shouldn’t buy
Cigarettes, alcohol
I am buying sad, sad things

Are you out there in the ether?
Trace the strands back to the ball of wool

It could have been you and I
In the supermarket queues together
I can’t believe in the scientific method anymore
It could have been you and I
In the supermarket queues

11 dogs at the dinner table

We need hope, love, food, and humour
Shelter, water, warmth
This is what it really is to be human

They’ve got us like dogs at the dinner table thinking we’re human
Waiting for the scraps, but we’re waiting for the weekends

Do I really need this phone?
To read those magazines?
Or wear undies worn by rugby players?

Do I need any of these things?
None of this shit will ever make us happy
But they’ll always think of new things they can tell us we need
This is what it has become to be, we’ve come to be

Dogs at the dinner table thinking we’re human
Waiting for the scraps, but we’re waiting for the weekends