Sink In
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The sun drifted downwards to nothingness
And the red sand sat calmly in the distance
Underneath the corrugated iron, sipping cups of tea
Now the day's quietened down a little, you can hear the bugs chatter
Something else matters, other than his rocking chair
Leans back, wipes the brow, buggered as the running man
His dog Samson, alert but still sleeps beneath his feet
They don't speak, but still communicate when fresh or fatigued
"Your dinner's ready and served!" comes the call from the kitchen
There'll be no waiters, just snacks and baked potatoes
Neither invited the neighbours, it's
Something like a lazy three hour drive
He says "We'll do it another time"
She sensed a little uneasiness in him for the last week or so
"It's alright, I'm fine", say then go
It all stemmed from his grandfather's diary
Mistakenly collected when his father passed away
In it held a surprise, never saw the king hit coming
Never would have grieved, never would have drank so much tea
Stare and blank at the horizon, trying to recreate the past
Still the same farm and only two generations apart
Images harm, they're playing on repeat in his head
Weighing him down, like as if the text had lead
He read contradictions, he read they called themselves Christians
And saw crimson, and almost saw people fighting in visions
Much is different but the backdrop's the same
Same property and same farm name
But dad now sleeps haunted by memories of granddad's knee
Yarns of bush warriors, the family truth and tea
He never smiled much, but that made it all the better when he did
It's hard to comprehend an adult as a kid
Now on one hand, there's the bond of family blood
But on the other hand, of course it wasn't his fam's blood
That was spilt and recorded so callously to recreate with clarity
To think this shit had gone on with his family!
Who else knows his granddad's murderous prose?
Thoughts go out of sequence and are increasingly frequent
In the last six days he read and reread of bloodshed
A massacre his dad's dad had played a part in
Locking people up and starve them, then set 'em loose like rabbits
Following behind with loaded ammunition next to hatchets
They stood no chance and were slaughtered with catastrophe
Another fucking trophy for the white Australian tragedy
He breathed in, sighing again on the veranda
How could he tell his wife his family were murderers?
They'd only heard of heroics, medals from the services to country
He was a respectable gent for Christ's sake!
So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
And work hard as if to try to prevent thinking
So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
And work hard as if to try to prevent
Thinking (try to prevent thinking)
So we might wait, and let it sink in
Work hard as if, trying to prevent thinking
So we might wait (so we might wait)
, And let it sink in (let it sink in)
Work hard as if (keep on working), trying to prevent thinking
So we might wait (so we might wait)
, And let it sink in (let it sink in)
Work hard as if (as if we're), trying to prevent thinking
Six months later on, he had finally died
The farm fell apart long ago and so with his pride
Sipping tea 'til there was nothing inside
His wife just cried, a devastated self to sleeping slowly night
The previous year had been the best in a decade
The family scratched their heads with tears and headache
The funeral day rained like a widow
She whispered to her mother-in-law
"Your father-in-law's a killer"
Then turned away, got into the ute, headed home
Humming songs with the radio, suddenly alone
And suddenly a cup of tea by the rocking chair
Eyes darting out to the plains, asking what's left?
She turned to Samson, picked up the diary with rage
Growing by the second, tore it up page after page
"What happened in those first few days?" she say, then hates
She says, "What happened in those first few days?"
And the red sand sat calmly in the distance
Underneath the corrugated iron, sipping cups of tea
Now the day's quietened down a little, you can hear the bugs chatter
Something else matters, other than his rocking chair
Leans back, wipes the brow, buggered as the running man
His dog Samson, alert but still sleeps beneath his feet
They don't speak, but still communicate when fresh or fatigued
"Your dinner's ready and served!" comes the call from the kitchen
There'll be no waiters, just snacks and baked potatoes
Neither invited the neighbours, it's
Something like a lazy three hour drive
He says "We'll do it another time"
She sensed a little uneasiness in him for the last week or so
"It's alright, I'm fine", say then go
It all stemmed from his grandfather's diary
Mistakenly collected when his father passed away
In it held a surprise, never saw the king hit coming
Never would have grieved, never would have drank so much tea
Stare and blank at the horizon, trying to recreate the past
Still the same farm and only two generations apart
Images harm, they're playing on repeat in his head
Weighing him down, like as if the text had lead
He read contradictions, he read they called themselves Christians
And saw crimson, and almost saw people fighting in visions
Much is different but the backdrop's the same
Same property and same farm name
But dad now sleeps haunted by memories of granddad's knee
Yarns of bush warriors, the family truth and tea
He never smiled much, but that made it all the better when he did
It's hard to comprehend an adult as a kid
Now on one hand, there's the bond of family blood
But on the other hand, of course it wasn't his fam's blood
That was spilt and recorded so callously to recreate with clarity
To think this shit had gone on with his family!
Who else knows his granddad's murderous prose?
Thoughts go out of sequence and are increasingly frequent
In the last six days he read and reread of bloodshed
A massacre his dad's dad had played a part in
Locking people up and starve them, then set 'em loose like rabbits
Following behind with loaded ammunition next to hatchets
They stood no chance and were slaughtered with catastrophe
Another fucking trophy for the white Australian tragedy
He breathed in, sighing again on the veranda
How could he tell his wife his family were murderers?
They'd only heard of heroics, medals from the services to country
He was a respectable gent for Christ's sake!
So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
And work hard as if to try to prevent thinking
So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
And work hard as if to try to prevent
Thinking (try to prevent thinking)
So we might wait, and let it sink in
Work hard as if, trying to prevent thinking
So we might wait (so we might wait)
, And let it sink in (let it sink in)
Work hard as if (keep on working), trying to prevent thinking
So we might wait (so we might wait)
, And let it sink in (let it sink in)
Work hard as if (as if we're), trying to prevent thinking
Six months later on, he had finally died
The farm fell apart long ago and so with his pride
Sipping tea 'til there was nothing inside
His wife just cried, a devastated self to sleeping slowly night
The previous year had been the best in a decade
The family scratched their heads with tears and headache
The funeral day rained like a widow
She whispered to her mother-in-law
"Your father-in-law's a killer"
Then turned away, got into the ute, headed home
Humming songs with the radio, suddenly alone
And suddenly a cup of tea by the rocking chair
Eyes darting out to the plains, asking what's left?
She turned to Samson, picked up the diary with rage
Growing by the second, tore it up page after page
"What happened in those first few days?" she say, then hates
She says, "What happened in those first few days?"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.08] The sun drifted downwards to nothingness
[00:02.13] And the red sand sat calmly in the distance
[00:04.76] Underneath the corrugated iron, sipping cups of tea
[00:07.20] Now the day's quietened down a little, you can hear the bugs chatter
[00:10.08] Something else matters, other than his rocking chair
[00:12.48] Leans back, wipes the brow, buggered as the running man
[00:14.91] His dog Samson, alert but still sleeps beneath his feet
[00:17.57] They don't speak, but still communicate when fresh or fatigued
[00:19.90] "Your dinner's ready and served!" comes the call from the kitchen
[00:22.65] There'll be no waiters, just snacks and baked potatoes
[00:25.54] Neither invited the neighbours, it's
[00:27.05] Something like a lazy three hour drive
[00:28.87] He says "We'll do it another time"
[00:30.37] She sensed a little uneasiness in him for the last week or so
[00:33.44] "It's alright, I'm fine", say then go
[00:35.17] It all stemmed from his grandfather's diary
[00:37.37] Mistakenly collected when his father passed away
[00:40.08] In it held a surprise, never saw the king hit coming
[00:42.83] Never would have grieved, never would have drank so much tea
[00:45.33] Stare and blank at the horizon, trying to recreate the past
[00:47.88] Still the same farm and only two generations apart
[00:50.66] Images harm, they're playing on repeat in his head
[00:52.92] Weighing him down, like as if the text had lead
[00:55.37] He read contradictions, he read they called themselves Christians
[00:58.12] And saw crimson, and almost saw people fighting in visions
[01:01.46] Much is different but the backdrop's the same
[01:03.70] Same property and same farm name
[01:05.47] But dad now sleeps haunted by memories of granddad's knee
[01:08.43] Yarns of bush warriors, the family truth and tea
[01:10.86] He never smiled much, but that made it all the better when he did
[01:13.66] It's hard to comprehend an adult as a kid
[01:15.61] Now on one hand, there's the bond of family blood
[01:18.19] But on the other hand, of course it wasn't his fam's blood
[01:20.73] That was spilt and recorded so callously to recreate with clarity
[01:24.12] To think this shit had gone on with his family!
[01:26.27] Who else knows his granddad's murderous prose?
[01:28.62] Thoughts go out of sequence and are increasingly frequent
[01:30.93] In the last six days he read and reread of bloodshed
[01:33.54] A massacre his dad's dad had played a part in
[01:35.93] Locking people up and starve them, then set 'em loose like rabbits
[01:38.49] Following behind with loaded ammunition next to hatchets
[01:40.99] They stood no chance and were slaughtered with catastrophe
[01:43.79] Another fucking trophy for the white Australian tragedy
[01:46.26] He breathed in, sighing again on the veranda
[01:48.86] How could he tell his wife his family were murderers?
[01:51.23] They'd only heard of heroics, medals from the services to country
[01:54.24] He was a respectable gent for Christ's sake!
[01:56.44] So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
[01:59.22] And work hard as if to try to prevent thinking
[02:01.87] So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
[02:04.28] And work hard as if to try to prevent
[02:06.00] Thinking (try to prevent thinking)
[02:34.24] So we might wait, and let it sink in
[02:41.10] Work hard as if, trying to prevent thinking
[02:48.27] So we might wait (so we might wait)
[02:51.46] , And let it sink in (let it sink in)
[02:55.17] Work hard as if (keep on working), trying to prevent thinking
[03:02.07] So we might wait (so we might wait)
[03:05.23] , And let it sink in (let it sink in)
[03:09.00] Work hard as if (as if we're), trying to prevent thinking
[03:18.23] Six months later on, he had finally died
[03:20.60] The farm fell apart long ago and so with his pride
[03:23.32] Sipping tea 'til there was nothing inside
[03:25.03] His wife just cried, a devastated self to sleeping slowly night
[03:28.44] The previous year had been the best in a decade
[03:31.04] The family scratched their heads with tears and headache
[03:33.61] The funeral day rained like a widow
[03:35.46] She whispered to her mother-in-law
[03:36.98] "Your father-in-law's a killer"
[03:38.56] Then turned away, got into the ute, headed home
[03:41.09] Humming songs with the radio, suddenly alone
[03:43.37] And suddenly a cup of tea by the rocking chair
[03:45.75] Eyes darting out to the plains, asking what's left?
[03:48.28] She turned to Samson, picked up the diary with rage
[03:51.14] Growing by the second, tore it up page after page
[03:53.82] "What happened in those first few days?" she say, then hates
[03:56.12] She says, "What happened in those first few days?"
[04:09.38]
[00:02.13] And the red sand sat calmly in the distance
[00:04.76] Underneath the corrugated iron, sipping cups of tea
[00:07.20] Now the day's quietened down a little, you can hear the bugs chatter
[00:10.08] Something else matters, other than his rocking chair
[00:12.48] Leans back, wipes the brow, buggered as the running man
[00:14.91] His dog Samson, alert but still sleeps beneath his feet
[00:17.57] They don't speak, but still communicate when fresh or fatigued
[00:19.90] "Your dinner's ready and served!" comes the call from the kitchen
[00:22.65] There'll be no waiters, just snacks and baked potatoes
[00:25.54] Neither invited the neighbours, it's
[00:27.05] Something like a lazy three hour drive
[00:28.87] He says "We'll do it another time"
[00:30.37] She sensed a little uneasiness in him for the last week or so
[00:33.44] "It's alright, I'm fine", say then go
[00:35.17] It all stemmed from his grandfather's diary
[00:37.37] Mistakenly collected when his father passed away
[00:40.08] In it held a surprise, never saw the king hit coming
[00:42.83] Never would have grieved, never would have drank so much tea
[00:45.33] Stare and blank at the horizon, trying to recreate the past
[00:47.88] Still the same farm and only two generations apart
[00:50.66] Images harm, they're playing on repeat in his head
[00:52.92] Weighing him down, like as if the text had lead
[00:55.37] He read contradictions, he read they called themselves Christians
[00:58.12] And saw crimson, and almost saw people fighting in visions
[01:01.46] Much is different but the backdrop's the same
[01:03.70] Same property and same farm name
[01:05.47] But dad now sleeps haunted by memories of granddad's knee
[01:08.43] Yarns of bush warriors, the family truth and tea
[01:10.86] He never smiled much, but that made it all the better when he did
[01:13.66] It's hard to comprehend an adult as a kid
[01:15.61] Now on one hand, there's the bond of family blood
[01:18.19] But on the other hand, of course it wasn't his fam's blood
[01:20.73] That was spilt and recorded so callously to recreate with clarity
[01:24.12] To think this shit had gone on with his family!
[01:26.27] Who else knows his granddad's murderous prose?
[01:28.62] Thoughts go out of sequence and are increasingly frequent
[01:30.93] In the last six days he read and reread of bloodshed
[01:33.54] A massacre his dad's dad had played a part in
[01:35.93] Locking people up and starve them, then set 'em loose like rabbits
[01:38.49] Following behind with loaded ammunition next to hatchets
[01:40.99] They stood no chance and were slaughtered with catastrophe
[01:43.79] Another fucking trophy for the white Australian tragedy
[01:46.26] He breathed in, sighing again on the veranda
[01:48.86] How could he tell his wife his family were murderers?
[01:51.23] They'd only heard of heroics, medals from the services to country
[01:54.24] He was a respectable gent for Christ's sake!
[01:56.44] So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
[01:59.22] And work hard as if to try to prevent thinking
[02:01.87] So he might wait (so he might wait), let it sink in (let it sink in)
[02:04.28] And work hard as if to try to prevent
[02:06.00] Thinking (try to prevent thinking)
[02:34.24] So we might wait, and let it sink in
[02:41.10] Work hard as if, trying to prevent thinking
[02:48.27] So we might wait (so we might wait)
[02:51.46] , And let it sink in (let it sink in)
[02:55.17] Work hard as if (keep on working), trying to prevent thinking
[03:02.07] So we might wait (so we might wait)
[03:05.23] , And let it sink in (let it sink in)
[03:09.00] Work hard as if (as if we're), trying to prevent thinking
[03:18.23] Six months later on, he had finally died
[03:20.60] The farm fell apart long ago and so with his pride
[03:23.32] Sipping tea 'til there was nothing inside
[03:25.03] His wife just cried, a devastated self to sleeping slowly night
[03:28.44] The previous year had been the best in a decade
[03:31.04] The family scratched their heads with tears and headache
[03:33.61] The funeral day rained like a widow
[03:35.46] She whispered to her mother-in-law
[03:36.98] "Your father-in-law's a killer"
[03:38.56] Then turned away, got into the ute, headed home
[03:41.09] Humming songs with the radio, suddenly alone
[03:43.37] And suddenly a cup of tea by the rocking chair
[03:45.75] Eyes darting out to the plains, asking what's left?
[03:48.28] She turned to Samson, picked up the diary with rage
[03:51.14] Growing by the second, tore it up page after page
[03:53.82] "What happened in those first few days?" she say, then hates
[03:56.12] She says, "What happened in those first few days?"
[04:09.38]