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  1. True South

From the album Nerd From The Suburbs

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Adrian Whitehead – vocal, acoustic guitar, piano
Jak Housden – bass
Terapai Richmond – drums
Shane O’Mara – spacey electric & lap steel

Recorded at One Flight Up & Honeybaby Sound (2011), Soundpark (2016) & Yikesville (2017)
Engineered by Jak Housden, Lloyd Barrat & Shane O’Mara
Produced & Mixed by Shane O’Mara (2017)
Mastered by Mikey Young

Lyrics

When I was nine you showed me how to read the stars
If you draw a line down from the southern cross
Should you ever get lost true south will guide you home

Camped in a dry river bed, I soaked up everything you said
The stars and the planets rolled out like blankets
I made a little map inside my head
All your wisdom but yeah, all your insecurities too
You don’t like to smile in photos
You don’t like to make mistakes

We’re just the same, I’ve got your nose I’ve got your name
You know we’re just the same, we don’t like to make mistakes

These days you’re still gazing at the stars
With your hubble eye fixed on far away ants cats and milk
The meaning of life is complex son beyond this system is a bigger one
That makes you and I seem like nothing at all
It must be great to reach so far to see dead light of exploding stars
But you see I still struggle with the planet I’m on
I don’t like to smile in photos, I don’t like to make mistakes

We’re just the same, I’ve got your nose I’ve got your name
You know we’re just the same, we don’t like to make mistakes

Black holes are heavy space from which there’s nothing that escapes
They make true south seem like nothing at all
All light’s absorbed without reflect
Its not easy its complex just like a father and son
We don’t like to smile in photos, we don’t like to make mistakes

We’re just the same, I’ve got your nose I’ve got your name
You know we’re just the same, we don’t like to make mistakes