St. St. by Griffin Ford & MILO

Saint Street is lit
Like a Molotovian night dream
The road is really like
A garish, metal mount
Zipping the suburb in half
Inside is duck down
And the tiny speaker that died
As the toy smelted in the sun
And the child that owned it
Rollipollied like a rock
Till water


Saint Street is caught
Between the old idea the new idea won't work
And the new idea the old idea was worse



Saint Street is cracked
Out on the rack
Next to four figures it ain't seen before
It won't talk to terror
But it'll talk to the hand
The hand has the paper
The paper has demands
The demands are quite simple
You'll meet us at five
At the old factory center
We'll read you your rights
Because the nose knows a mole
And the mole knows when to take
An order


Saint Street is caught
Between the old idea the new idea won't work
And the new idea the old idea was worse


Saint Street is tilt
Up to seventeen
To scrub down the floors of the war over there
It's a terrible shame
But it's a war that we need
We're warring for general
We're warring for keeps
We're waiting on a simpler kind of peace
We're warring for dad
We're warring for niece
We're warring for dog
We're warring for free
We're waiting on word
That they're gonna remove the borders

• Alternative
• Big Music
• Eclectic Prog
• peace music
• pop rock
• Sydney