I am 1 am

by Baby X

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03:52
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04:00
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06:07
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04:44
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05:09
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03:32
7.
06:50

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released 15 August 2013

Album Art by Sam Beatty - check him out sambeatty.tumblr.com

Many thanks to Dean Andersen, our former bassist and band mate. Baby X wishes you the very best for the future.

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Baby X Blue Mountains, Australia

Drew + James,
Post-folk, alternative, subterranean, nuclear blood punk.

We both hail from the Blue Mountains originally. We have played together since late 2009 (high school) and now live in separate cities but jam whenever we visit each other. ... more

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Track Name: 23
23, you are me.
With winter comes summer revelry.
23, you are me.
With winter comes cold memories.

The snow falls, the snow falls (over and over)
The sky lies, the sky lies (nova to nova)

23, you are me.
With summer comes, winter reverie.

The snow falls, the snow falls (shoulder to shoulder)

23, you are me.
Who is she so suddenly?

The sky lies, the sky lies (nova to nova)
Track Name: Heido
I am a roughneck but I am not up yet.
I swallowed a town so I lay down,
You got on top, the people stared, they weren't upset.

I am a roughneck but I am not up yet.
I cannot keep my liquor down.
So you left me, and I didn't stick around.

If I was a girl a wouldn't open up.
I wouldn't let you in.
You're not upset, you're a vignette.
If I was a girl, I wouldn't sleep around.
All the night is, is the morning underground.
Track Name: Oh Ok
I'm not in love, with this party.
I haven't checked, if it's requited.
It's just a party.

Don't think you're special.
Don't think you're primetime, or the front cover.
It's just a party.

Kiss on the lips, kiss on the cheeks.
Lay next to me and I will be quiet.

I'm not in love, with this party.
I haven't checked if it's departed.
It's just departed.
Track Name: Black Hand
You Flying Dutchman, you dirty hostess.
You know you're below even up here.

Get out of my head,
get out of my head.
I see I see but I just don't care.

I tell myself I'm gonna live forever
'doesn't happen that way.
It's pretty good when you don't see me coming,
gonna happen someday.

Come on be honest, don't you say what you think?
Do you want a bag with that?
Do you want to hit the streets?

Get out of my head, get out of my head.
OK, but will I get a receipt?

I'll tell myself in 60 years.
That's what I'm talking about.
It's pretty good when you don't see me running,
it's gonna happen some day.

I hope I find God really soon,
'cause he ain't here and he ain't in his room.
No-one's here so do we need the search?
I'm afraid of dying but I ain't going to no church.

I tell myself I'm gonna live forever.
It doesn't happen that way.
It's pretty good when you don't see me running,
It's gonna happen some day.
Track Name: Yellowsun
"How are you?", with a question mark.
Is there one for you and I?
What am I, if you're my better half?
Is there time, to tell the time?

A wedding ring, in a crystal ball.
Spirits wailing in a dancing hall.
Drinking like a fish but not at all.

I'm the eclipse of the yellow sun.
I'm the smoke and mirrors too.
The card sharps and the lonely hearts
know that it takes two.
Track Name: Golden
I miss you uncontrollably.
I still have your picture in my wallet.
I lay awake staring at stilted well-lit streets,
and air conditioned hallways.

I think of June Carter.
I dress in black, I am the hero.

Him in your golden hands.
Not waiting, just at rest.
Ultimately, I feel betrayed.

Studying what does distress you.
Exercise what does impress you.
Ultimately pointless.
Absinthe and complimentary beers
built around musings of you - accouterments.
Track Name: I'm Tired
"Hey, how you been?"
I've been a lot of things.
Indoors or out, but who really knows?
"Hey man! I've seen you on the floor.
You used to be tall, but no-one remembers."

I asked you,
"Are you my friend?"
You were dead, on my birthday.
And you looked at me, like you had a choice.
Like we're all good friends.

I saw you last night, we were together.
Holding hands, but you didn't remember.
I see you now, looking proud.
Proud because you are nothing.
Proud because you are loving.

Like we're all good friends.

Stop lying, I'm tired.

Proud of cuts on your bandaged wrists.
Staring into the mirror, your only friend.
"Hey man!", I say to myself.
"Well are we all good friends?"