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Chips and cigarettes

from Sydney, Sydney by Bud Petal

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It was dawning half to noon, Valentine’s Day,
TJ’s on his bike to get some chips and cigarettes.
He’s looking near and far with many a slow twinge,
If the boys in blue will find him they’ll cut him to the quick.

He’s living on a thread of vexed cold sweat,
Last time the cops nabbed him they thought he was someone else.
But they snarled and chewed him up, beat him to a pulp.
The firm and shapely hand of the long arm of the law.

Living on The Block with nothing but hard work
And less than the real necessities of life.
Cordially hounded by the cops with never the blinds down,
Of his misdeeds they knew nothing and could care less.

In the quiet of the path, on the way home from the shops,
The heat is on his nape, the hum and bustle of the cops.
So they give chase and TJ cycles down the hill,
Falling through time his heart misses a beat.

He’s riding on a thread of vexed cold sweat,
Last time the cops nabbed him they beat him to a pulp.
Crying fit to choke, he takes the bend too fast,
Landing on a fence, impaled through the neck.

And when the horror died away and TJ lay fighting for his life,
His mum lay beside the bed beginning to wilt.
“Say that they killed you, son, but that you made a pact.
Say that they killed you but that you were the last one.

“Hell’s only half-full, plenty of space for the boys in blue,
If they make it there that would be soon enough for me.
Hell’s only half-full, plenty of space for the boys in blue,
Say that they killed you but that you were the last one.”

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from Sydney, Sydney, released February 2, 2019

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Bud Petal Sydney, Australia

Bud Petal’s music has been described as “cerebral art-folk”, “a true outsider, a freak-folk wunderkind”.

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