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How could I ever leave you two alone?
I'm sitting right here, and it's burning my throne.
A cloud full of pixies, a mask in the storm.
They suck my blood dry just to keep themselves warm.
How did I forget the name of that rose?
Such a sweet smell as it passes the grave.
Turn our heads up towards lasers at raves.
How did I forget your name? Overdose.
Overdose.
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There was love everywhere around,
And there was hope waiting to be found,
And I left home, not making a sound,
And then The Devil came and spun me a story.
He was charming, dressed in his disguise,
And he said, "Darling... what do you desire?"
And I felt weak, insecure and nervous,
But he said that he could make me a rockstar.
He gave me song, said I could not go wrong,
But 'twas a ploy, to divert a boy,
Someone like me, selfish and unsure,
And then I pricked my finger on the guitar string.
The Devil laughed and put up a smokescreen.
He said the blood would forever bind me to him.
And now I only sing in minor keys.
And now I only sing in minor keys,
Floating so sedated on a gentle breeze.
But there's no way to get rid of this disease,
That The Devil Pact has forged in my soul.
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Through interplay of dark and light
We'll never know what's wrong, what's right.
But when I held you close that night
I told myself:
"This might be what I need right now,
To shift the shackles from my bow,
That I may sail with confidence
Towards a newborn existence.
One with no more leaning on
The crutches of pathetic pleasures.
Rather, gleaning glistening treasures
From the toil of sober measures."
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Summer brought a wave of heat
And someone swept me off my feet.
But we are born from different suns:
In love's last battle, no one won.
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And in the end, the love you fake
Is equal to the hate you make.
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I don't recall anything at all,
Sunlit skies, watching cars go by,
And all we see is each other's eyes.
I know you love me deep inside,
But you've lost where it resides.
You've lost where it resides.
Where it resides.
So I'll keep texting, calling, waiting,
'Til this heartstring feels you baiting,
Baiting on my hook.
Waiting on a look.
A look that could kill.
A look that would thrill.
A look that would help me decide.
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Have you ever wanted to be star?
Ever wanted to be a star?
Have you ever wanted to be...
Ever wanted to be a star?
A star in my eyes?
A star in her eyes?
A star in his eyes?
A star in our eyes?
A star in my eyes?
A star in our eyes.
Have you ever wanted to be a star?
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This could be the one that kills me,
The one that heals me,
The one that one that loves me and leaves me.
I don't mean to be sleazy,
When girls are so easy,
Going down on their knees to please me.
I don't wanna be a rockstar,
But the tarot cards are
Pointing to fame and misery.
If you're my Queen of Wands
Then to you I belong,
Just as long as I don't fuck it up.
I don't mean to bother you, son,
But can I borrow your gun,
I've got some debts to collect.
You're not the only one who's ever told me
None of us could save this planet we're on.
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Hey, you,
Got your letter in a bottle.
Half drunk on a bender in a brothel.
Hey you wanna go down to the water?
Baptism get you closer to your father.
Hey, you,
Were you ever a cheerleader?
Half split on the vicodin and lager.
Hey you wanna go down on your father?
Get fucked fucking sadist christian fodder.
This is the way we are,
Holy shit brushing shoulders with the stars.
Holy shit brushing shoulders with the stars.
Tinkerbell with a chain around her neck.
Ring of power ring of power ring. Fall.
Fall. Fall. Fall.
Ring of Fire (Fall)
Ring of Earth
Ring of Water (Fall)
Ring of Death
Ring of Air (Fall)
Ring of Birth
Ray of Light (Fall)
Ray of Hope (Fall)
Ray of Death (Fall)
Ray of Death (Fall)
Fall down with me.
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Tight-fisted anger.
Fury and madness.
Where does it end?
Where does it end?
It never ends.
Allowing myself to believe,
That I deserve a second chance.
Opening the door to within,
Hoping to unlock the past.
Revelling in Sin.
Letting everything else float away.
So I can begin,
To enjoy this beautiful day.
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Revolving doors go in and out like the people in your life.
Leaving only traces as they vanish out of sight.
And you're rollin' in the fog of love.
The Daisy Factory prints you out another winter rose,
Leaving only traces of a scent across your nose.
She takes it in her gentle hand and wipes away the tears,
Leaving only traces of the rough ungentle years.
And you're rolling in the fog of love,
Blind to the falcon above.
(The things you loved won't even matter)
One day you'll look back on this, and realise what you've done.
You'll look at all the things you lost, to gain the thing you won.
One day you'll be higher than a cheshire cat at dawn,
And the things you loved won't even matter... anymore.
(Rolling, rolling… leaving only traces)
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There's no denying that Angus Maiden has delusions of grandeur. The Melbourne producer's music, with its shifting genres, complex ideas and non-radio-friendly sound, has invited both critical acclaim and harsh dismissal in droves. Working under the alias "The Peach Tree", Angus works on a conceptual album basis, threading together different streams of thought into lyrically cohesive yet stylistically disparate works.
With a fair following on the net gained through almost 20 EP and LP releases, it's no surprise that the attention has gone to Angus' head, leaving him to think his place in the universe is more important than it actually is.
In reflection of this, his latest album is titled "Inverted Fall Into Delusional Rockstar Dementia". The album is a morass of sentimental poetry and twitchy songwriting that deals with the idea of being an internet celebrity in only the author's eyes, whilst often a joke in others'.
Delusions abound in Angus' psyche, and the idea that his music is somehow a landmark in history is one of them.
The words "rockstar" or "star" appear many times on this album, yet ironically it's a more humble effort than some of his previous works. By recognising the delusion and addressing it through the very medium that is its cause, The Peach Tree's latest album appeals to those who are constantly searching for more, constantly reaching higher: artists and listeners alike.
Distorted guitars, sweet melodies, thought-provoking lyrics, an off-kilter voice, sexy basslines, layers of electronically-tinged atmospherics, carefully programmed drums, and a coy sense of humour to wrap it all up in.
Enjoy.