Good days, these days.

by Quinton Trembath

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released April 13, 2017

Recorded by Cal Young at Red Planet studios, Hobart in march 2017.
Fiddle parts- Hannah Morrell

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Track Name: Glenorchy
painting up our names on walls
exploring hobarts rooftops and storm water drains
and I fall in love with you all.
and the blackcurrant juice that you
were fermenting had me lamenting
forgetting the words to my song
you all sang along.

i drove in south down the freeway,
my right hand feeling the passing air,
my left on the wheel, how good does it feel,
to know that I've finally moved somewhere
that i don't wanna leave
these past three weeks.
have seen me with a smile on my face
and if you ask me why, without a word of lie, I'll tell you
I have good days these days.

and in the morning sun,
i woke up, went into the kitchen, made coffee
for everyone, enough for at least eight cups.
i had to clear some room, to place,
the mugs down on the table, full of cups of goon
and plates, and someones guitar case.

i drove in south down the freeway,
my right hand feeling the passing air,
my left on the wheel, how good does it feel,
to know that I've finally moved somewhere
that i don't wanna leave
these past three weeks.
have seen me with a smile on my face
and if you ask me why, without a word of lie, I'll tell you
I have good days these days.

standing on the rood of the garden shed
you get a better view of the setting sun
stick to the bolts, fuck i hope this holds
the combined weight of everyone.

with a friend who knows a lot
we sing jeff rosenstock over drumbeats on hand-slapped thighs
and get real deep, when we both speak
about old best friends and sad goodbyes.

I hope this lasts, I sure hope that you all stay,
don't go away, i'm in no hurry, and love is worry, so they say.
Track Name: Footscray
My coffees cold upon the table, where I left it the day before,
cause i didn't have time to drink it, before heading out the door.
just put my shoes on, and sighed goodbye to my day.
and then all day at work, I was typing in my phone,
a massive list of things to do, the moment I got home,
like write that letter, that you've been waiting on now for weeks.

but I just fell onto the couch and watched a gameshow on tv
terrified I had become who i said I would never be,
cause whats the point, of making a living if you don't feel alive.
packed all my things into my bag,
gave two months notice to my dad,
i'll be moving down to melbourne again,
for second chance with a new group of friends,

To sing songs with me, underneath the house,
and we'll keep practicing and book ourselves some shows,
then we'll keep travelling, to places we've never been,
and blur the line between, working hard and having a good time.

Been drinking back yard beers with the high-school friends
while I'm in my hometown,
they're all afraid they've reached the age its time to settle down,
and i guess thats fine,
but theres still a thousand things i'd like to do.

so I'll be making that trip down the Hume,
in a matter of two months,
With a handful of new songs
and cashed up from the Christmas rush,
would it be fine, to park my van out front of your house?

I guess all by myself at first, but later on who knows,
I'm sure I'll meet a bunch of music types
just hanging out at shows,
and I'll say to them "lets stick together and take on the road".

I've got in my head that i wanna play a heap of gigs,
singing songs about how great it is to love the life you live.
and im not working for a living, I'm living to make this work,

To sing songs with me, underneath the house,
and we'll keep practicing and book ourselves some shows,
then we'll keep travelling, to places we've never been,
and blur the line between, working hard and having a good time.
Track Name: Bonville
we were copping driveby waves from strangers,
you could see the smiles on their face,
we were drinking on the swinging chair that the neighbours
had thrown out to the curbside around the corner from parents place.

and for the first time all week I reconsidered,
the pact that we made, tears over beers,
lets give it two more years before we lay ourselves down in our graves.

I don't think that time will work things out,
but at least by then we both can say we've tried,
to leave this town and make some ground on a life we'd wanna live
at least this deadline will give us a little peace on mind,

you turned your head and you said to me i could never date a scorpio,
cause they just fall in love and don't let go and i said yeah that sounds like me.

So lets get fucked up and laugh about how dumb it is,
that three years on yet i'm still plauged with her in the back of mind,
and it makes me want to die.

so I pull out my phone,and i'm researching costellations,
I'm looking for any correlations between my zodiac traits,
and suicide rates.

yahoo answers came up short,
jeves had nothing to report,
the faults just mine I must admit,
the truth is that i'm a sack of shit

and I don't think that time will work things out,
but at least by then we both can say we tried,
to leave this town, and make some ground on a life we'd wanna live
to make some cash for a weekend dash for a three night run of gigs,
for heavy talks and late night walks whoever wants to come with,
at least this deadline finds us a little peace on mind,
Track Name: Glebe
every single friend that i have is fucking beautiful
and I'm fucking beautiful too.
and its so dumb it took me so long to see that
but its thank to you that i now know that its true
i've spent way too long now just faffing in fear
of breaking your un-jaded heart.
im sure I've missed out on plenty of good times,
had i just loved you right from the start.

but where the fuck did i find the nerve to think
that you werent quite what i was looking for
if i could travel back to those nights that you cried
i'd punch my own dumb head in to the floor
and say to myself this girls a gem and you are shit
be a man and stop fucking about
you're not doing yourself any favours, no
you are the one who will be missing out.

no i don't think its fair
to show up on your doorstep and share your bed
go through all the motions
yet leave unsaid the things you most wanna hear.
the truth is that I'm scared as shit,
I've done this once before, the way I fared well it,
left me bruised, beaten and unprepared
for it to all go to shit again.

now you're lost in jakarta, you were just as lost in glebe.
i'm still skipping town to town up the east coast
my only home seems to be in between
it seems tonight i'm shivering on a strangers couch
in the light of my phone screen i can see my breath.
and that my battery is low, there is an endless flow
of these topics we've now flogged to death.

the faults not yours alone,
no. I wish i could think of more to say,
its not as easy as it was that night
we rode our bikes around blackwattle bay.
and you asked me those three questions
I could tell you had rehearsed
you took a sip of wine, looked me dead in the eyes
and braced yourself for the worst.

no i don't think its fair
to show up on your doorstep and share your bed
go through all the motions yet leave unsaid
the things you most wanna hear.
the truth is that I'm scared as shit,
I've done this once before, the way I fared well it,
left me bruised, beaten and unprepared
for it to all go to shit again.