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The Bottlers – Demos 2014

Golden Boys

Blacktown

Self-Titled EP

Hades Way

Take Back The Streets

Up She Rises


Golden Boys

And when you’re in a drinking mood, amidst the ales and rocket fuels
send a thought along to where the cubicles reside
For inside shitter number three, there’s young lass Shazza with the team
snorting lines with polite invites to every orifice

So when you find a cheer not yield as thirteen faux-hawks take the field
And neo-tribal tattoos grace the hallowed grace deployed
Just think back to ceramic tiles and golden boys with golden smiles
and leagues club romps where schooners smash and staggerers stomp the floor

And pampered apes with pride replete
as suburbs watch their savage feats
resounding through not grounds but streets
your golden boys adored

Your golden boys adored

Blacktown

The smackies and the whackos
scrounge the ground for found tobacco
on the street behind the station
in the morning of the day
where the blank walls stare relentless
through the blessed and bloody feckless
and the ramblin’ rabbles restless
as they shamble on their way

Where the workers shun the shirkers
shuffin’ lowly ‘mongst the lurkers
skirting slowly cross the shopfronts
‘gainst the arvo’s ebb and flow
by the tried and travelled trudgers
tired of fibro burb begrudgers
and the hopped up hurried bludgers drawlin,
“Got a durrie, bro?”

Where the woodgrain and the profane
meet in bantered barroom exchange
drainin’ schooies of the Tooheys
all amongst the flurried fray
past the pokie dens where profits
burn through cigarettes and pockets
punters luckin’ out of losses
pissin’ all their pay away

But convenience store fluorescence
strikes the night’s long lonely presence
pouring out onto the pavement
all along these blackened ways
On till dawn when daybreak wakens
to the yawns of morning’s papers
of the toilers and the takers
‘neath western skies of golden grey

Hades Way

We are the stoic men you know of 1885
Set in the pitch, we raise our picks
all for the Queensland mines
Deep in the earth again we go
Our lanterns held ahigh
Down in the soil again we toil
Until the day we die

Hi-Diddly-Ho
(Hey)
Hi-Diddly-Hey
(Hey)
Here we go again me boys, on down Hades’ way

Hi-Diddly-Ho
(Hey)
Hi-Diddly-Hey
(Hey)
Here we go again me boys, on down Hades’ way

Forging forth for all our worth
through mud and stone and blood
Like hellish plow, by beaten brow
we march the horse on up
out from the dark to make our name
our fortunes to be made
Torn from the rock and sodden muck into the light of day

Narrowed eyes near gone half blind
sweat stung in Summer’s heat
scouring paths to rob the heart
for riches far beneath
For lust, for love, for family, for hours in between
the drape of dirt, the snarl of work
the years along the seam

Hey

Take Back The Streets

We took to the streets in our thousands
Waving our placards and signs
But ever since the days of September 11
Every cunt’s too scared to go outside

Cause it’s easier to hit ‘Like’ on a Facebook page
Than it is to get kicked in the face
I miss the sounds of the police sirens
The smell of Molotovs mixed with mace

The coppers on horses and riot squad forces
Came in to take us away
So the bastards in power
In glass and steel towers
Could finally start to feel safe

Never, not once would they cast us a gaze
Down to the rebellious parade
Made up of those sick
of the cracking of whips
And those breaking their backs everyday

Let’s take back the streets my friends,
We’ll show them our power again
Lets take back the streets my friends,
We’ll show them our power again

Dragged from the womb
Into suburban tombs
Set down in a middle class hell
Spending your days, sipping on Chardonnays
And cursing slow ADSL

Utopian dreams
Viewed on LCD screens
Shield you from the harsh world outside
But you’ll never be free
Watched on CCTV
by Big Brother’s all-seeing eye

It’s time to start getting angry again,
It’s time to open your eyes
Think for yourself
Question those with the wealth
And cast off the media lies

We need a new revolution
To take back our world from the rich
Rise up and make sure that your voices are heard
Break their windows
And start throwing bricks

Let’s take back the streets my friends,
We’ll show them our power again
Lets take back the streets my friends,
We’ll show them our power again

We’ll take back the streets my friends,
We’ll show them our power again
We’ll take back the streets my friends,
We’ll show them our power again

Up She Rises

When I sailed down to Parramatta town
where the river runs a streak of brown
all the shanty lasses they gathered round
and with a row and a roar we’d make this sound

With an up she rises
Up she rises
Up she rises from the bed
With an up she rises
Up she rises
Whiskey worn about the head

Took a high born lady for a whirl
across the floor her hair unfurled
Knew I’d caught the wink beneath her curl
when we awoke in the kitchen with the serving girl

Led the parson’s daughter to the steps
of her father’s house, her sins confessed
Drunk her holy wine and thought me blessed
when I knelt at the altar neath her Sunday best

Met a black masked maiden’s dark eyed stare
down a moonlit road she robbed me bare
when she drew her guns, a lovely pair
then laid me down and left me there