‘Real Bad Lookin’’ meshes two stories together: one of a negligent mother and cheating wife spending her days drinking at bars, seeking a rich man to bankroll her, and another of a materialistic businessman who’s too busy trying to impress everyone and flaunt his success to see beyond his bank balance. Alex”, The water's rising and it's hard to breathe. “I got friends in Kansas City with a motherfucking futon couch/If that’s how you want to play it/I’m drinking in the dark because my battery’s all ran out/All you got to do is say it/Divorce” are the markings of a bitter husband at the end of his tether. Leaving here for somewhere new Knowing the world is a sinking ship Here’s to some of Alex Cameron’s wittiest and grittiest lyrics yet. Lyrics to 'Divorce' by Alex Cameron. Alex Cameron lyrics - 29 song lyrics sorted by album, including "Marlon Brando", "Far From Born Again", "Candy May". Watching you dance all night long Maybe I know at the end of the day I guess I got the gift of gab [Pre-Chorus] Thumbs aching from sharing. There ain’t no women for the needy man, Oh, did you see where my love went? Drawing on everything from fucking the pain away to patriotism, Cameron meanders between relatability and novelty; “I got shat on by an eagle, baby/Now I’m king of the neighbourhood/And it feels like I could/Just peel the gym pants off a single mother/But this run of good luck don’t got me feeling all that good.”. Holding your hand at the strip club All you got to do is say it Thanks for signing up. All you got to do is say it Instead, the track paints a picture of nights spent holding hands at strip clubs and indulging in voyeurism and cellulite massages. I’ve killed microscopic crabs [Verse 2] Through Jumping the Shark and Forced Witness, we’ve seen Cameron inhabit the mindsets of an assortment of repugnant characters, though his latest album Miami Memory suggests a shift into new territory. Now, did you see where my love went? You need to check there, darling, between your legs You need to check there, darling, between your legs You'll hear from us soon. Detailing a man who is torn between dedicating his attention to the woman he loves and strangers on the internet, you almost want to feel sorry for the protagonist as he wrestles with the ethics of ogling women on his computer screen and imagining them in his mind. All you got to do is say it I can't believe they dream about it Yes No. Well, in the age of conversation / I guess I got the gift of gab / But when you shine your spotlight on me / My little microphone turns to sand Because it ain’t here in my hand My little microphone turns to sand Well, in the age of conversation Whatever fact is present, it’s definitely diluted by a hefty dose of fiction. The track dallies with the ideas of technology, the food chain and power dynamics, though ultimately the human ego overpowers all; “I made some notes for my legacy/With some mud on a rock/But I was not fulfilled without an audience/After a while I gave up.”. In Miami Memory, Alex is arguably writing from his own POV here, rather than a character. However, other Australianisms, such as references to Best and Less and “a skin full of piss and one last dart”, further this theory. ‘Marlon Brando’ has copped some flak for its lyrics, particularly the use of the word ‘faggot’. While I sit and carry on If that’s how you want to play it The closing verse, “Yeah there’s this woman on the internet/Even if she’s some Nigerian guy/Yeah well you should read the poetry he speaks to me/I don’t care if they’re just beautiful lies”, makes you feel a little bad for the poor sucker. Our love is strong like a city A vacuum seals the door This is my first tab. Divorce, divorce, divorce From all the pills and the spam Well, in the age of conversation I guess I got the gift of gab But when you shine your spotlight on me My little microphone turns to sand And I’ve killed little baby rabbits I’ve killed microscopic crabs But I never killed a feeling Like the one you and me had. “Our love was like a fire/Yeah I pissed on it so I could sleep/Now I’m scrolling/Haven’t counted casualties/And no sense of disillusion/No sense of profound tragedy/My rage is but a blinking satellite/Hurtling towards nothing” opens ‘The Chihuahua’, offering an eloquent and poetic description of someone ruining a relationship out of self-destruction. Though we drink our Mother Energy Rather, he is making a point out of the type of men who use derogatory language and revert to aggression and violence as a means of asserting themselves. Watching you dance with a bald cap on The water's rising and it's hard to breathe
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