Broke House

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1.
Roaming around my home town I stumbled upon your maze I fell among your enchanted jewels Beguiled by the display Seeking out the warm heart That scent of mystery I walked in weary from this trail And you gave me an ear You gave me some of that sweet sympathy Now I was surely losing myself To a feeling I’d been resisting for so long Becoming flowers in bloom Picturesque, but soon these colours fly away Somehow we got so entangled Passion withered on the walls Abandoned trailer there on the outskirts Our history had turned to stone Piece by piece slowly dying The pressure took the edge off of us Watching the light of my soul - it was burning out The dream catcher in the window - it’s all covered in dust I am surely losing again To that calling I’ve been resisting for so long It hurts to admit it my friend Her perfume is fading The sound of the streets has caught my imagination I’m heading out into the waves Surely losing myself To a feeling Been resisting for so long Just like flowers in bloom Picturesque, picturesque Her perfume is fading The sound of the streets has caught my imagination
2.
Down in Chinatown Carrying a stash and meeting the boys I’m so paranoid Get a bite to eat and head for the show We crawled from the train wreck high And stepped through a warp in time She’s talking like she knows me When I don’t even know who I am It set something in motion I tried to get over myself I remembered all the things that you said My breath started to move again The music woke my sleeping limbs Feeling marvellous things might happen If I gave it a chance Feeling marvellous things might happen If I gave it a chance Leaving with the crowd Disembodied voices follow me home We’re drinking in the sounds It’s two in the morning and she’s still going Doctor won’t you help me please I need a hundred dollar therapy So you can tell me what it all means If you know what I mean It set something in motion I tried to get over myself I remembered all the things that you said My breath started to move again The music woke my sleeping limbs Feeling marvellous things might happen If I gave it a chance, if I gave it a chance Feeling marvellous things might happen If I gave it a chance, if I gave it a chance Feeling marvellous things might happen If I gave it a chance, if I gave it a chance
3.
04:16
Baby’s gonna bruise Her tender little heart Is slipping out of my arms Lose There’s so much to lose Five years of our lives So closely intertwined She'll be begging why And how long have I known Its gonna be so Hard to pry apart what’s fused But I dream of being alone way too much Does it mean it's over? All I have left Marches slow up to the edge of disaster Nude Covering our skin With only our hands Feeling so damned Hard to pry apart fused But I dream of being alone way too much Does it mean it's over? All I have left Marches slow up to the edge All our love Pushing out over the waves in its casket
4.
I’m no constant star I'm a swinging moon Just look at my moods I'm just never gonna be I'm no model form I'm built out of flaws There's dirt on my hands I'm not a constant man My darling you shouldn't care You'll only miss the years where my hair’s all fallen out From my knuckle shaped head Cause I'm no constant star I'm a waning whining moon Dropping with the tide Washed away from your side If it gets too strange Picture that your world has been remade By benevolent hands Don't be scared Of your own company It was a beautiful thing It looks like I'm standing still Can't you see that I'm changing I'm not a constant star I'm not a constant star Don't be scared Of your own company It was a beautiful thing
5.
05:52
Just eighteen and crazy For a girl who’d grown bored of me Bored of me Wrapped up in a scarf in summer Trying to hide her neck all marked with indigo Indigo I don't wanna know wanna know what went on Same old song It rang my head like a gong She didn't wanna go anymore down that road She crashed our bus She got so sick of us Now I know how she felt So weighed down Deceits are tethered to cheats It will run you down like a leaden anchor Buried in an ocean of melancholy I’ll be pinned for my crimes by my indigo knees You Oh you - you know I know you do I’ve got to go I’m so sorry You don’t wanna know wanna know what I’ve done I fucked up Makes me sick in the guts I don’t wanna go, go alone, down that road But I've estranged myself From the woman I loved What have I done? I’m so extra, extra indigo What have I done? I’m so extra, extra indigo What have I done? I’m so extra, extra indigo
6.
He’s always had double pneumonia For as long as I can recall Not quite sure how he caught it But I can imagine it all Maybe his old man was in town Taking the kids around for the day “How ‘bout some fun at the Randwick races? There are horses and feathers and coloured silks and acres of scrunched up papers" They dreamed of escaping They dreamed of breaking away Out those gates Back at home she’s sitting at the table From a box of wine she continually pours Planning a meal for the neighbours While feeding eight kids from nothing at all Sweltering summer lawns take off Deafening mowers and the rising dust Trying to hear the results with our ears still ringing Riding together in the cab of the truck On evenings he cleaned the pool Shimmering, so faithfully blue Scooping up dead butterflies He jokes that he's ready to die He's so bored with his life And still I don't call Cause we don't know how to talk I don’t remember you being so sad Sitting in the bath with the race page so long A good man who doesn’t deserve to drown Or get drawn a double figure barrier start He jokes that he's ready to die He seems so sore And yet, still I don't call Cause we don't know how to talk
7.
05:45
I confess: I loved her one night When harbour light illumined my muddy mind While you slept I slunk through the town Wringing out the last of those pure hours Better that I don’t begin To betray what’s been slowly eating me Never had to ever brave Such a wave of so many wrong feelings Nothing changed the night I was gone Every ounce of doubt had been there for months Just a pinch of sugar could sweeten our old wooden bowls I’m a feral dog getting bored being home alone Although you're there next to me Your affections absorbed by a touch screen An iceberg has risen between us love And I'm afraid that the tip's all we've seen so far Becalmed and drifting Becalmed and drifting Becalmed and drifting Becalmed and drifting
8.
At quarter to five The clock on the wall Knows Fridays are lonely But who could I call? And where would I go? When nobody knows me Like my brothers knew me Only my brothers Bright city lights And big starry skies Just ain't the honey They used to be Now they're not around Life's not that funny There is nothing I need More than my brothers Out on the streets where we felt so strong Riding in our invincible cars Carrying each other home when we got fucked up Sharing our understandings of love Laughing at how fast the river runs Leaping along those banks like a rescue dog Did it come apart? When one of us burned Out on the highway Or was it the girls? They finally won The war for our feelings But no other owns me More than my brothers And nobody knows me More than my brothers Out in the world where it all goes wrong Who's gonna drive my getaway car? Who's gonna bust me out when it all goes south? Only my brothers Only my brothers Only my brothers Only my brothers
9.
Sweet fascination was rekindled when I found you at the party Floating slipping over the smoke we dispensed with all the small talk Reborn in the wild lands conceived in open hearts of fire Described in dancing eyes filled with our gentle passion Carrying a message Through the muted lighting Charging up my nerves Those deadened primal wires My morals barely clung Her scent had touched my tongue Moving with supernatural melancholy caught up in a tango We lingered full of longing broken spells when the music had to end Ignored in the corner we enjoyed our friends discretion Then out on the street the night air cleared my head Receiving the message True and clear as lightning No refuge on the open street No saviours on the sidewalks She opened up her life When she offered me the night Riding to the station all the while imagining your bed Rising through the iron skyline its clock counts down my doom I could hear the message Whispered from the sky Floating out from the pale moon Driving sane men wild Reaching down into the animal heart That wretched lustful child
10.
07:30
I went out for green curry at my friend's And was welcomed by his dog’s up on the fence He was juggling the pots and pans While his pretty pregnant wife kissed me and let me in He cooked for us with her accusing him Of turning the chicken to rubber in the pan I couldn’t help but laugh at the tone of his defence It reminded me of my own domestic circumstance Then I thought for a moment that maybe I’d got it wrong We’re not that bad at all We're Ironing out each crease Rehearsing some ancient routine A woman and a man Ive got this other friend, his life has been less planned He’s a restless soul, always jetting off somewhere He was in Mexico with an ex-lover from long ago When a little air sickness seemed to trick them both When a teenage girl they said she’d never bear She was hit by a car and had to learn to walk again Her old injuries have made a difficult affair I worry about her and the baby, but mostly the father, my good friend And just for a moment I panicked from the thought That something might steal my course And alter my vaguest dreams Before I can make up my mind About the woman and the man Cause not long ago we talked him off a bridge Had his poor heart broke two years in a row He said "it feels too soon but you know it’s always gonna feel too soon” I hope their kids ok and keeps his blues at bay And I thought for a moment that maybe I’d got it wrong; We’re not that bad at all We're ironing out each crease Rehearsing some ancient routine Called man and wife

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Broke House is the culmination of over a year of songwriting and recording at Francois' Point Studio. The album chronicles a strange year in Costelloe’s life. Described variously in songs of longing, disappointment, disaffection and estrangement.

Longing for the streets he grew up on with his brothers; disappointed he can't talk to close loved ones; adrift in a lonely relationship; confessions of pure animal desire; caught in the throes of infidelity. These and other stories appear as apparitions, transmitted through the ether on whammy bar and spring reverb. They are held in containment with metronomic bass, kick and snare, while resonant keyboards tune in as mediums, vibrating with the melancholy. Each piece is slowly focused into life, dipped in lacquer and fixed in space.

Despite decades between the pair, you will hear no generation gap. As Beat Magazine columnist Augustus Welby claims: “Their production, co-writing and multi-instrumentalist capacities have reached the point of symbiosis. The result is a 10-track album, comprising a complete and resonant artistic statement, that evokes such dynamic existential explorers as the War on Drugs, Sun Kil Moon, and The Blue Nile.”

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released October 17, 2018

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