Strange Bruises

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released 15 May 2012

voice/words - phillip intile
bass/keyboards - clinton loftkrantz
guitars/keyboards - felix fung
drums/bg vocals - sean gilhooly
keyboards/bg vocals - rebecca gray
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Nightly Youths Video
vimeo.com/39757534
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Private Library Video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fT9cWusYaQ

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Track Name: Nightly Youths
Get your tail up you nightly youths
to court the eve, unwed, uncouth
glass will break when I tell the truth
we both know what it’s like to be lied to

you’ve been lied to

let your heart out and find your way to me
we’ll dip our tails into the cold dark of the eve
glass will break in an empty room
we both know what It’s like to be lied to

What she wrote was rot, she could not write it right

she was relied upon, you’ve been lied to
Track Name: Foul Weather Fare
I`m proud to watch you when you`re at your best
Calm, cool incarnate, statuesque
all my friends love you and wish you well
you`re wise but unrefined, enviable

Tail to feline, marrow to bone
depth to your breath
your words to my soul

You`re bold faced lies, obsession at large
breath left prose on bathroom mirrors
foul weather fare

Moral at outset from boot to chest
published paintings of the old west
or desert grotto all silent and clear
opulent, crimson, sunken mirrors

Tail to feline, feather to wing
blood in my heart
to hear you sing

your bold faced lies, my obsession at large
your breath left the sweetest prose on my mirror
Track Name: Strange Bruises
Raise your hand for sugar in your tea
raise your hand for luxury
raise your hand come orders from above
the things I’d do for love!

Little girls should be seen and not heard
blank pages bear no dirty words
I cross my legs when the telephone rings
he’s easy to please he wants my everything

Raise your hand for sugar in your tea
raise your hand for validity
raise your hand come orders from above
the things I’d do for your love!

you lead me home with my eyes closed
a perfect portrait this submissive pose
your lips unmoved say what mine cannot say
tally up the strange bruises when we wake

pages and pages
lips and lists
don’t dare to tell me that it does not exist
Track Name: Guns
I find it hard to come back to this place when lives won’t change
its so strange to draw lines in the sand
with our guns in our hands
and our hearts on the bend
my dearest friend, lapin

Its so hard to end up at this place but lives would not change
now comes the time to draw lines in the sand
drop our guns from our hands
have the faith to understand
it’s a means with many ends

Its so hard not to see your face but lives must change
it was so hard to lay down at her side
with your heart on my mind
and your form not far behind

oh how I yearn to be alive
Track Name: Private Library
She wants a young man to be her slave and I say “that’s not me”
but if she sedates me and ties me up when I am sleeping
maybe that will free me

So hot and hard, her will unyielding
mere mention of her name is chilling
and all the pleasures of the evening
can be measured in these patterns
But you were no help
Put that book back on the shelf
Track Name: Electrocute Me
Something’s lead to something others lead to nil
put things in my body for to get my thrills
solid earth below me, head in the sky
I apologize but I want to die
the world keeps turning,
wheels keep spinning
blah blah blah etcetera
I cross my legs
uncross my legs
and cross my legs

It wasn’t meant to be wouldn’t you agree?
born guilty

Something’s lead to something others lead to nil
put things in my body for to get my thrills
solid earth below me, head in the sky
nothing in my sight and I want to die
nothing’s fitting
this book’s been written
wrists meant for slittin’
I’m kidding kitten
I cross my heart
uncross my heart
double cross my heart
Track Name: The Open Air
I would have told you all my secrets and more
but there is nothing left of you to explore
maybe if you broke my jaw
it would give me something to talk about

its oh so clear
that im holding hands
with the open air

this glass of water, refracting light
you in my vision, invade my sight
and of the objects you left on my floor
theres nothing nothing there to explore