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Lost Weekend

by Lost Weekend

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1.
Chips + Wine 00:48
Chips and wine So divine
2.
Mornings 03:34
lying awake on my bed i can hear my heart beating and i still taste the sweetest wine in my veins and i was a saint until i was introduced to sin now everything i touch is stained and how the moonlight drives me crazy and how the streetlight keeps me sane and how the nights are always hazy and mornings i memorize my name lying awake in my bed i can hear the birds are singing but i can feel the night in my bloodshot veins and i was a child until i was introduced to shame and i am old but i never learnt to abstain and everything's unsteady feeling so unready so give it to me easy now and everything's unsteady in a dream so heady so baby give it to me easy now
3.
On A Sunday 03:43
market mothers bring your children out on a sunday afternoon to see the fish and the veg and the stalls in the wet market now football fathers bring your children home on a sunday night to see the boys in the match and hope he wins his bets on a sunday everything moves so slow on a sunday standing in monday's shadow oh sunday's always come too soon cartoon noises coming through the walls on a sunday morning don't wake me from my sleep but i don't mind because the sound is sweet neighbours screaming but they're waving when you step outside on a day like today you smile but don't know what to say
4.
what do you call it when you let the phone go on ringing a bit longer than is right when it makes the most sense to hurt you out of spite when all I want to do is set this place alight what do you call it it's scary but your hand don't fit in mine no more i love you but i don't like you anymore how would you put it well I would say it's a glacier primed to collapse or the death of a star perhaps but how would you put it it's the beginning of an end of a wasteful drunken bend the lights go on, and the credits roll we exit left to this hellhole it's scary but your hand don't fit in mine no more i love you but i don't like you anymore the lights go on, and the credits roll we exit left to this hellhole in the dark without a light we're two ships passing in the night i loved you but your hand don't fit in mine no more i loved you but now you're showing me the door
5.
Wild Ones 04:11
my baby just runs and runs he's never standing still and none of these chains of yours could keep us against our will sharper than knives, hotter than coals our home is our hearth and our hearth is the open road well take it from me he's a wild one take it from me he's a wild one yeah take it from me he's a wild one my baby stole fire from the gods with the devil close behind he stole the thunder from the clouds and split open the sky we're dancing in liquor stores, we're riding in stolen cars and over the horizon all you'll see is a burning star give me a taste of your danger and you know i'll be coming over love is a violent song and we die a little bit each day
6.
why don't you meet me after midnight for a nightcap at my place leave our lives behind us another time, a different face you say "hello how do you do" "there's no one as fine, as fine as you" the moon will rise and my stomach will turn the stars catch fire and we burn burn burn why don't you meet me after midnight spin some tunes and dance all night cos I'm tulip to your jesse highway racing till it's light you'll say "until the world would end "and the sky it breaks from a space-time bend" the moon will rise and my stomach will turn the stars catch fire and we burn burn burn the world would close around me your voice would almost drown me why don't you meet me after midnight she'll never know, I promise you but when she turns her head and reaches for a flurry of your kisses
7.
bloodberry kisses on my skin some pigment on my lips crawling through glass on my knees your belt around my hips on and on, on and on a violent song on and on, on and on, red is the color of marital bliss i will never get out alive your love to me's a slow suicide i will never get out alive i don't wanna live i don't wanna die blackberry bruises growing wild the fruits i've learnt to pick my broken body is your child just take him away from me and i never listened when mother said that red is the color of marital bliss
8.
i was young and you were free etching wooden hearts in the tree of our backyard where you fell summer skin was salty sweet musing over our destiny of fame, fame and glory we're just waiting for our time always waiting to cross that line and you know it's not about now it's about forever i was young and you were free etching wooden hearts in the tree of our backyard where you fell i went slow but you were fast i guess we knew these days would never last till the early light of the morning and when indie bands teach you about love and responsibility. you better listen
9.
Ghosts 04:17
feeling like I know the words to a song I haven't wrote like I know the sound to a voice I haven't heard another drink or two, my dear i'd drink the whole menu for you, if only for you yeah, what I wouldn't do and one day when you realize the shit you left me in I hope it churns inside your shameless gut and when I make it you'll grin and bear it i’m sorry baby but this train don't wait for anyone yeah, I want my vinyls back what of my pride you might've kept i won't wait by the phone i've gotten good at being alone won't be the fool who writes songs about you the abandoned heroine the luckless harlequin won't be expecting a happy ending with you
10.
Sleepyhead 02:49
sleepyhead i watch you sleeping sleepy head life's only good for dreaming real life's too loud people aren't worth meeting days go too slow time keeps on bleeding real life is petty people aren't too kind he doesn't love you it was all in your mind sleepy head there is no point in waking sleepy head life's only good for dreaming

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released July 30, 2015

Lost Weekend are Rachel (vocals, guitar), Arif (guitar, violin), Mark (bass) and ZJ (drums)

Written and performed by Lost Weekend.
Produced and mixed by Roland Lim at Sync Studios.
Tracked by Roland Lim and Dino Ong at Sync Studios.
All drums tracked at Snakeweed Studios, except for 'Wild Ones' at The Analog Factory.
Mastered by Joe Bozzi at Bernie Grundman Mastering.
Design by fFurious.
Supported by the National Arts Council.

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We would like to thank everyone who made this possible:

Roland, Dinobot, Leonard, Little and the fFurious team, Shirong, Mark Foo, NAC, Manny, Don Shiau, Pat and Alan. Not forgetting friends, family and long-time listeners who stuck around.

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Music video for Mornings: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqrqfntt4jM

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