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Just for Fun
03:18
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I took a selfie in my bathroom
With my raincoat on
Lights on, flash off, I know
but I still put it up
Somebody asked “why so serious?”
The answer you get is
I’m being serious… serious…
I’m being serious
Just for fun, just for fun
I’m being serious
Just for fun
Another selfie
White tee, balmy, not smiling
You wouldn’t either if you knew why
If you looked at my profile
If you looked at my mind
It’s on private, so don’t try it
But if you knew
Ah, if you knew
I’m being serious
Cos I’m in the strangest time
I’m being serious
because it flatters my jaw line
I can’t say that, go with…
I’m being serious
Just for fun, just for fun
I’m being serious
Just for fun, just for fun
Haven’t uploaded in months
It’s called being serious for fun
There’s not much else to be done
When your selfie pleases no one
But it don’t have to
I know that I’m not alone
It don’t have to
You don’t have to
We don’t need the production line
We don’t need to comply
We don’t need our phone in the air at all times
The angle right
We don’t need to smile
If we don’t feel like, we can be
Serious
Just for fun, just for fun, of course
Be, serious, just for fun
The sun don’t tell the world
When it shines
When it’s down
No one asks why
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2. |
Wired
03:01
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Waking up wired
Didn’t get much sleep but I’m all right
No I don’t feel tired
Those thoughts on my mind
Must have stayed on all night
Like a light
It’s not my fault that my head talks quite a lot and doesn’t stop
Freeway I drive
Doing 95 just to be on the safe side
Missed Chandler Highway
That’s alright, ok
Waking up wired
Didn’t get much sleep but I’m all right
No I don’t feel tired
I arrive
Trip felt quick, don’t know why
I’m shivering and shaking
All the time
A price I’m paying
For being wired? Wired?
Wired? Wired?
Waking up wired
Wired, wired
Waking up wired
Afternoon comes, I’m done
Got my hot coffee for the home run
At 80 cents, I could pay less
I’m saving for future consequences
Now, eyes on the road
Eyes on the road, no looking for black cars
I’m still amazed that I’d woken up wired
Didn’t get much sleep but I’m all right
No I don’t feel tired
Waking up
Waking up
Waking up
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3. |
Watch My Mouth
02:45
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You’re captivating
I’m listening to what you say
and I’m about to laugh
When everything changes
A blight
Of ringing explosiveness
Three words
Three bullets
Won’t say what they were
And when I get angry
Do I really wanna send it to a place without God?
I should watch my mouth
Watch my mouth
But the words fly out
I should watch my mouth
When my ears
Were first punctured
I felt a need to roll with the punches
Life got hard
I turned harder
But let’s go back
To where we started
See, I’m only trying to help
Trying to help you see the light
Yet all I get in return is a telling me to…
Who am I? A sinner
I can’t say that I do better
So I better…
Watch my mouth
Watch my mouth, watch it…
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4. |
Better Not Ask
04:12
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A lady I know
Died
On a healthcare waiting list
Her body couldn’t take it
I know
I’d die the same
Without my family
And I know
I’d be long gone
Without my... without my?
Whoah, oh
I better not ask
For anything
For all I have
I’ve been given
I sit with my guitar complaining about all these little things
Inside my head
I have a bed
For goodness’s sake
Dad says I’m underworked
Overpaid
Alone I wouldn’t last a day
That I, that I
Better not ask
For anything
For all I have
I’ve been given
In my car, I’m a hermit
I did nothing to earn it
I’m just underworked
Overpaid
Underworked and overpaid
Don’t know what happens next
But tomorrow ain’t today
I better not ask
For anything
For all I have
I’ve been given
Do I deserve to feel pain?
Do I deserve to feel lame?
Maybe I should get some
Real problems
Something to cry about, no
Real problems? Problems?
You don’t got ‘em
Who’s got ‘em?
We better not ask
For anything
You better not ask
For anything
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5. |
Difference
03:41
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7:08
I know it’s time for dinner
A plate
Shoved under my door
It’s full
More than I can chew
Facts and threats at home
Let alone in the world
Do I even make a difference to that place?
I’ll never know if I keep staring at my face
Do I even make a difference to that place?
Life’s hard, but I always get my way
Staring at myself in the mirror
If it were a window, I’d see clearer
There’s a door next to me
but it’s too cold outside
I’m full of excuses
If I’d burst, I’d pollute the earth
Do I even make a difference to that place?
I’ll never know if I keep staring at my face
Do I even make a difference to that place?
Life’s hard, but I always get my way
Staring at myself still in the mirror
I feel all right
Staring deeper into the mirror
I see a man and I see light
He’s been looking at me all
This time
Do I even make a difference in your eyes?
He’s given me a reason to try
You took the light off from my face
On to the difference I can make
To feel at home
And make a difference to that place
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RADE Melbourne, Australia
Genre: Hard Pop
RADE is a rock and pop musician, drawing from heavyweights Guns N’ Roses,
Metallica and the melodic pull of 90s and 2000s pop.
A lyrical battle of light and dark and sarcasm and rawness fight amongst an immense sonic backdrop. Acrid honesty sugarcoated with catchy melodies. Crafted with acute precision.
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