Somebody called but you wouldn't pick up
Left you a message telling you your time was up
You pack your bags fast and thank God you don't need much
But a creeping feeling's saying it's not quick enough
Living in the red, might as well be dead
A price higher than your head, might as well be dead
The high cost of living in the sky needed some help
You turned to what glowed like a beacon, a magic spell
But all it really led you to were the gates of Hell
And compound interest's forced a rabbit out of its shell
Living in the red, might as well be dead
A price higher than your head, might as well be dead
They'll kill you when they find you
At the very least take a digit
They'll find you
They're gonna find you
Leaving on the next flight out of this dead end town
Change your face and name and hope they never find out
And if they somehow manage to track you down
There won't be a warning shot
There won't be a warning shot
Living in the red, might as well be dead
A price higher than your head, might as well be dead
Living in the red, might as well be dead
You're gonna try a magic trick now
Let's all watch closely as you disappear
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023