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Suburban Lovers

by Enola Fall

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1.
There’s a role I’ll act out forever Another song to make you feel better When it’s dark and it’s cold as a murder of crows and I’m driving I listen to music that makes me feel nothing We are on a losing streak that has no end And the company I keep, they’re all your friends now I know you’d like to believe, but I can’t convince myself That he’ll have the nerve in the end That he’ll have the nerve in the end And I’ll never see you again Let me know when you’ll want to scream Cos you’ve been so nice and you’ve been so kind And there is a lot I believe, but I can’t convince myself That this is the easiest end No, this is the loneliest end Now I’ll never see you again All your life you’ve been searching for something to care so deeply about But he takes you home early as you stare down the barrel of a 30 year drought Oh I know, oh I know that there’s something in drowning out all that noise But it’s tomorrow for the rest of your life and there’s nothing much that he enjoys And I’m still scared of boys I’m still scared of boys I’m still scared of boys
2.
I am a ghost of the last good song that died in the service of the best outcome And yeah I can still find what I need, but it takes a little time to come back to me Woah Without friends in high places you’ll go wrong Woah Without friends in high places you’ll go wrong I am a ghost of the last good deed that died in the service of what you’d be And yeah I can still find what I need but it takes a little time to come back to me Woah Without friends in high places you’ll go wrong Woah Without friends in high places you’ll go wrong You’ll go wrong You’ll go wrong ’83 I was born pretty soon I’ll return You’d be willing to teach yeah, but what could I learn? There’s a drink in my hand and there’s blood on the moon Not a bang, but a whimper. So what will you do? When it dawns on you Woah With your friends in high places you’ll go wrong Woah With your friends in high places you’ll go wrong Woah With my friends in high places I can’t go wrong Woah With your friends in high places you’ll go wrong You’ll go wrong You’ll go wrong You’ll go wrong You’ll go wrong
3.
Miseryguts 03:36
Come on let’s spread this grief around Let desperation make us bolder Before the day we go to ground And get that much older But fear is my beacon And it’s making us easy prey And your patience is coming to an end I always knew it would some day Somehow started growing sideways Never caught a lightning seed But we’re all in the army now With what’s left of our time With broken arms and legs And broken spines Soon all this poison Will come drifting down with the wind And we’ll stand with our hands out Catching all the shit we can Somehow started growing sideways Never caught a lightning seed Papercuts in my mind Now I’m miseryguts all the time You already told that joke And these days it cuts too close Cuts too close
4.
Cold Souls 03:31
I am never going back again Where they eat you alive if you make the end When you’re nailed to the powerlines You can’t get bitter now you’ve made amends But I still thought there was a mystery Welcoming and incomplete It’s about time I choose a side Cos you don’t make friends when you eat raw meat I push my head up to the door I can’t hear you anymore Cold soul I push my head up to the door I can’t hear you anymore Cold soul I can’t remember what you said I just hear myself instead Cold souls Oh Now I know I’m never going back I’ll cut my throat if it comes to that And I will never leave this room Gonna take these pills, gonna watch my back Now I know that there’s no mystery I will never be complete And I guess I chose the wrong side Cos you don’t make friends when you eat raw meat I push my head up to the door I can’t hear you anymore Cold soul I push my head up to the door I can’t hear you anymore Cold soul I can’t remember what you said I just hear myself instead Cold souls Oh Loneliness, be my empathy I can’t remember what you said I just hear myself instead Cold souls Oh
5.
I was lost in the woods and I never came back Not likely And every day that you say I’m not under attack Well I might be You want to dance, suck the marrow you can while you’re young Woah But there’s a chance that you might never know when you’re done And like me, say... We’re getting older but we’ll stay the same And it’s getting colder but I want the rain and the sun I’ve got nothing to prove But I won’t stop hoping for you When you self-deprecate it’s the hate that comes through So politely And when I say there’s no way that I’m pining for you Well I might be We’re getting older but we’ll stay the same And it’s getting colder but I want the rain and the sun I’ve got nothing to prove But I won’t stop hoping for you I’ve got nothing... No I’ve got nothing to prove But I won’t stop hoping for you And I’ve got nothing to lose But I won’t stop hoping for you

about

By the time we were hoarse from shouting, someone had pulled the record player out of the wall. The vinyl chosen carefully with that just-obscure-enough arrogance, gave way to an anonymous pounding beat that drove icepicks into my temples and made me think of how I would feel when the morning finally came around, all dry heaves and lizard skin.

Someone walking around recording everything on a tiny tape player, I hadn't seen one of those since the 90s. It would be strange to listen back to that, hear the roaring, bellowing reverberation of Sunday morning made tinny and meaningless when it always seems so vital at the time. Every glance, every touch the most solemn, serious thing.

You wanted to leave but something kept me there, something always does. An undercurrent, not lust exactly but a kind of sensuality. All these songs were written about the same thing, the excitement of strangers, darkness, catharsis. Suburban lovers.

Mouth filling with saliva, foreshadowing the inevitable sickness. Keeping pace with the changing mood. Jokes becoming threats, drinking it down and throwing it all back up again, coming and going like the tide.

There is no coming down from this. Every weekend, every time the cycle cracks over and we repeat these rituals I feel older, closer to some inevitable crash. The repetition of emotion; as if discovering it for the first time, over and over again.

credits

released April 11, 2013

ENOLA FALL SUBURBAN LOVERS

JOE NUTTALL, TRISTAN BARNES, LOCHIE JAMES, NICK HOWE

PRODUCED BY LACHLAN MITCHELL

MIXED BY LACHLAN MITCHELL & TIM CARR

RECORDED AT JUNGLE AND ATTIC STUDIOS, SYDNEY

MASTERED AT WEST WEST SIDE MUSIC, NEW YORK

ARTWORK AND DESIGN BY MICHAEL BLAKE

MANAGEMENT AND REPRESENTATION BY MICHAEL CHASE

BOOKINGS BY LUKE MORTON AND THE HARBOUR AGENCY

DISTRIBUTED BY MGM

ALL MUSIC BY ENOLA FALL

WORDS BY JOE NUTTALL

Extra special thanks to Oscar "ca ca ca" Aldridge, Jason "The 13th" Grub, Alice Luckman & Brodie Carlon.

Thankya thankyathankya...

Michael Chase, Lachlan Mitchell, Sebastian Chase, Pete Pasqual, Luke Morton, Jess Beston and Tiny Monster, Tim Carr, all at MGM & CVibes, Lesley Halm, Megan Cao, Esther Beecroft, Kate Luckman, Bridget and Peter Nuttall, Jack Nuttall, Will Nuttall, Lynne James, Lainey James, Michael James, Ingrid Howe, Vin Howe, Sebastian Constapel, Scotty Gelston, Michael Blake, Lincoln LeFevre, Rhett Wade Ferrell, Warren Wright, Megan Howe, Sam Turvey, Steph Howe, Matt Lansdell, Hamish Cruickshank, John Blake, Duncan "Kiki" Cook, Danger Dave, Dave Freeman, Fred Showell, Anthony Rochester, Jackson Walkton-Brown, Al Campbell, Pete Walsh.


A special thanks to our Kickstarter friends who made this record possible...


And a final super powered thanks to you.

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Enola Fall Glasgow, UK

The indie wars are over, and lunatics have taken over the asylum.

Based occasionally in Melbourne, Los Angeles and the UK. Led by singer and songwriter Joe Nuttall, Enola Fall are the best of Tasmanian indie. Soaring like an antarctic mountain range, and darker than a carload of assholes. ... more

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