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Television

by City Calm Down

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1.
Television 03:10
Isolation beats the sound on the street, Of teens screaming through the silence of prime time, Lock your windows, And block out the feeling, Of irritation/missing out on the real thing. Mass seduction blooms a thousand repeats, Every hour just looping the last, But Walter White still lights up the screens, Shining on as the man of your dreams. Television, You’re on my mind, Mute the truth, Just show me a good time. Television, You’re all I need, Turn off and I’ll forget how to breathe. Invitations falling of the fridge door, Same excuse but I don’t mean offence. When’s your wedding, Was it really last week? I was busy watching reruns on repeat. Television, You’re on my mind, Mute the truth, Just show me a good time. Television, You’re all I need, Turn off and I’ll forget how to breathe. I know you believe, I see the world through L.E.Ds, But don’t threaten me, You’ll turn it off coz I’ll forget how to breathe. Television, You’re on my mind, Mute the truth, Just show me a good time. Television, You’re all I need, Turn off and I’ll forget how to breathe.
2.
I don’t know what’s strange about this, I dressed myself to walk around backwards, You say I’m tripping on the smallest of fractures, So why won’t you tell me what’s strange about this? Oh I’m a lonely kid, At home in this wasteland, I’m just a playground pest with visions of Graceland. I kick my mates in the knees, Keep the whingers screaming at me, Turn the noise up so I can do as I please. I never had a job that wasn’t tragic, I blame the bias against underhand tactics, Eviscerated underdog with a rip in his mattress, You know I’ll never quit so forget about it. Oh I’m a lonely kid, At home in this wasteland, I’m just a playground pest with visions of Graceland. I kick my mates in the knees, Keep the whingers screaming at me, Turn the noise up so I can do as I please. You know I’ll never leave here, So give me what I need. And if you don’t believe me, You’ll get a kick to the knees.
3.
Mother 04:02
Mother, Believe me, Your children, Are screaming, Breaking, Beating, Brothers in the backseat doing you proud, Doing your head in no escape from the sound. An incident in the dumpster truck back yard, A flying rock cuts open a cheek, Billy Marshall, 6 years of younger sneers: “Vengeance, is easy, Believe me, It’s what I live and breathe.” Mother, I know it wasn’t easy, Delinquent children, No escape, No reprieve, You never thought you’d find yourself on the borderline. Mother, Believe me, Your children, Are screaming, Breaking, Beating, Brothers in the backseat doing you proud, Doing your head in no escape from the sound. Funny how the juvenile henchmen, Change tune in their moment of need, Funny how the culprits are blameless, They’re innocent, Incompetent, They never meant, To do the things you believe. Mother, I know it wasn’t easy, Delinquent children, No escape, No reprieve, You never thought you’d find yourself on the borderline. Oh how’d you find the morning spring, Up all hours chasing peace and quiet? You smiled despite the screaming chains, Brothers hostage, Released for your loose change, Undermined in shopping aisles, Trapped in the trenches of a stranger’s gaze, I never saw a moment’s pain, You’ll out do us all while your heart’s still beating. Mother, I know it wasn’t easy, Delinquent children, No escape, No reprieve, You never thought you’d find yourself on the borderline.
4.
Another year of indecision, You’ve been following straight lines, Running like a motherfucker. Another year in the mirror, Of chasing the straight lines that follow the main line. Another minute and you’re gonna be sick, Stuck in the middle lane with sweat on your lip, Bumper stickers tell you that you’re on the right track, But you’re stuck on the eastern, You’re stopped in your tracks. Man, You’ll never reach the end, Face the fear and don’t pretend, You’re in control, You feel alive, When all you do is just survive. Man, You’ll never reach the end. 30 seconds from a heart attack, But saving face is the reason you drive on, 20 seconds and you’re losing the wheel, As freeway traffic crawls to a stand still. Another second and you’re gonna collapse, Focus on the car ahead, Forget its a trap, Bumper stickers tell you that you’re on the right track, But the cliches remind you the panic is real. Drivers in the cars ahead are starting to peel, Patience is a luxury we don’t get to feel, Hypertension epidemic moves through the pack, But your stuck on the eastern, You’re stopped in your tracks. Man, You’ll never reach the end, Face the fear and don’t pretend, You’re in control, You feel alive, When all you do is just survive. Man, You’ll never reach the end. I can’t decide, To join the queue or just pull to the side. But why, Am I sitting here? All I smell is fear, Intoxicating panic mixed with pride. Man, You’ll never reach the end, Face the fear and don’t pretend, You’re in control, You feel alive, When all you do is just survive. Man, You’ll never reach the end, Man, You’ll never reach the end.
5.
Lucy Bradley 03:33
Martin Bradley shaved his head, Lost his mind in a boxing match. St. Pat’s college, Ballarat, Hit as hard as a heart attack. He knew, By 21, He’d light up city traffic. He knew, By 21, He’d bruise his way alone. He’d drop a grown man like a stone, Oh Martin Bradley’s never coming home. Lucy Bradley turned her head, Watched her son board the first out of Melbourne. LAX for a new perspective, Walked into a brawl in a front bar. He knew, By 21, He’d light up city traffic. He knew, By 21, He’d bruise his way alone. Oh we never saw the cuts he had, Oh we never saw the years of hitting sand, Oh we never. He’d drop a grown man like a stone, Oh Martin Bradley’s never coming home, He knew he’d write the front page news, Martin bruised alone.
6.
Flight 02:54
Change your hair, Bite your nails, Look closer. Watch your friends, Through their filtered lense, “Discover”. If shadows make you blink, And darkness for a second makes you cry, Will you face your fears, Or just press your face against the light? Curate, Deceive, Overachieve, “Recover”. Buckle up and make defences, Amplify your circumstances for others. If shadows make you blink, And darkness for a second makes you cry, Will you face your fears, Or just press your face against the light? Anxious in conversation, Trapped in observation, Crawl, Escape the cause of cracking walls, Into the binary sea of false intention, Where you belong. You lose your fingers in the fight, Slam your screen throughout the night, Sleepless on the fringes of the mob. Would you fly across the kitchen table, Fight like Cain if you were able, Just to prove commitment to the cause. Chase your tail, ‘til you’re right, You deserve to win the fight. Will you discover, You’re the same as the others? If shadows make you blink, And darkness for a second makes you cry, Will you face your fears, Or just press your face against the light? Act your age, Control the rage,
7.
Weatherman 03:28
Fell into a mild panic, About how to pay the rent, Then went and got myself a rut. Instead of a one way ticket to East Berlin, I found myself a new cliche, An anchor for my sins. Weatherman, I swear it’s still December, Is something wrong? I’m burning through September, What have you done? “Get yourself a mortgage, man. Get yourself a dog. Start your 10 year reno plan. Pay it off then do what you love. Instead of trying to get out, Be happy in, Make the most of your 80 squares, Lock the doors and live.” Weatherman, I swear it’s still December, Is something wrong? I’m burning through September, What have you done? Despite your best intentions, You can’t appease the mob, Weatherman, I’m burning through September, What have you done? What have you done? “Instead of trying to get out, Be happy in. Make the most of your 80 squares, Lock the doors and live.” Weatherman, I swear it’s still December, Is something wrong? I’m burning through September, What have you done? Despite your best intentions, You can’t appease the mob, Weatherman, I swear it’s still December, What have you done? What have you done?
8.
9.
Blistered fingers broke my thoughts, Of being lost in 1974. A boy alone, A new frontier, I faced the sun and stared until it disappeared. It was dusk, On the backstreets of Richmond, Dressed in an outfit that wasn’t mine, I caught sight of a peculiar poster, Written in ink that hadn’t dried saying: “Hey kid, You look a little tired, Why don’t you stay here for a while?” I lost my nerve on new year’s eve, And I woke up in a crowded room that was floating out to sea. A group of strangers smoked over me, While I was lying there with my head against their feet. Blistered fingers broke my fall, Swell hit, We crashed against the walls. And laughter cut the fear and doubt, Adults mocked the children thinking out aloud. I lost my nerve on new year’s eve, And I woke up in a crowded room that was floating out to sea. A group of strangers smoked over me, While I was lying there with my head against their feet. And if it sounds absurd then imagine being, Trapped inside without floors or ceilings, Home without a key. In that crowded room I took a seat, Watched the water lap my feet, As we floated out to sea. I lost my nerve on new year’s eve, I lost my nerve on new year’s eve.
10.
As the wine sinks in, And turns the table cloth red, Don’t pretend control is in, The hands above your head. If the wires break loose, Are you released from regret? You were sentimental once, But sentiment is dead. You better forget I’ve thanked you for nothing. Get it off your chest, You must be feeling something. If you go chasing dogs, Down the Penrose stairs, Don’t pretend you’re catching them, They’re catching you instead. You better forget I’ve thanked you for nothing. Get it off your chest, You must be feeling something. You better forget I’ve thanked you for nothing. Get it off your chest, You must be feeling something. You have nothing to lose, Nothing to hang the wires on, So cut ‘em from your head.

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Faster, simpler, tougher: this is City Calm Down like you’ve never heard them before.

City Calm Down’s third album Television is a spectacular record: short, sharp and focused. Recorded with producer Burke Reid (Courtney Barnett, DZ Deathrays, Julia Jacklin) at The Grove Studios in NSW, it sees Jack Bourke (vocals), Sam Mullaly (keys), Jeremy Sonnenberg (bass) and Lee Armstrong (drums) chase something new, without hesitation or second thoughts.

City Calm Down stripped back their sound and focused their message: wake up, the world’s happening to you. Sonically, Television is a direct hit to the body, packed with both punk energy and City Calm Down’s trademark emotional intensity. It’s also the band’s finest work yet. Television is the follow-up to 2018’s Echoes In Blue and 2015 debut In A Restless House.

With over 30 million streams to date, City Calm Down’s accomplished songwriting and exhilarating live shows have earned them praise from fans in Australian and across the globe. Airplay on triple j, RTR, 4ZZZ + more plus UK’s Radio 1 and BBC 6; international press coverage from outlets including NME, Rolling Stone, The 405, Stereogum, Consequence Of Sound, Indie Shuffle, Clash, The Independent + more. CCD have performed multiple sold-out headline tours and at festivals including Splendour In The Grass, Laneway, The Great Escape, Gold Sounds, Falls, Sugar Mountain, Beyond The Valley, Yours & Owls + more.

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released August 23, 2019

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