Complacenta

by The Mochasins

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Following the runaway success that nobody heard, "Bookends", this album is the EP debut of The Mochasins into the universe.

Recorded mostly live at The Brunswick Hotel, it captures what we've experienced in the nine months since our inception, from skinny-abuse, to bad trips, alien abduction therapy to the acceptance of existence, and this will take you on that journey in at least SIX minutes.

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released November 22, 2016

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The Mochasins Melbourne, Australia

Delving into the melancholy and whimsical sides of life through witty lyricism and ambient indie-punk sounds, The Mochasins build catharsis for you to live in.
We hope you enjoy your stay.

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Track Name: Skinny
Sometimes I get kinda lonely, like when I went to my friend's twenty-first.
I wasn't looking for too much special until I had more than enough drinks to quench my thirst;
And I saw a pretty girl radiating like the moon.
She caught my eye and I lost my breath, and she said to me as she crossed the room:

"What the fuck are you looking at?
What the fuck are you staring at?
I'm talking to you."

"You're so tall, I bet all your joints creak.
You're so skinny, I bet that you never eat.
And I don't like your face, and your clothes don't fit right.
You look just like the meth-heads on the trains at night."

It's another night home alone, and you could say that I'm not thrilled.
Could someone tell me what's the point of Netflix if you just can't find the chill?
I went out to see a band at a dirty club in the middle of town.
I made a dumb joke in passing to a girl with coloured hair, and I just got looked up and down; like:

What the fuck are you looking at?
What the fuck are you staring at?

"You're so tall, I bet all your joints creak.
You're so skinny, I bet that you never eat.
Before you fuck off, could you tell me why
Do you call that flirting? Dude, you must be high."

And I'm so tall, but my joints don't creak.
And I'm so skinny, but I do fucking eat.
I had coeliacs for six years, and the doctors didn't know;
That's why I stand here mostly skin and bone.

So what the fuck are you looking at?
What the fuck are you staring at?

I'm kind of insecure, could you please look away?
I know my voice is shitty, and my guitar barely plays.
But we're all human, we all try to get by.
And maybe when I can afford food you won't think I'm

Skinny.
Track Name: Someone Who Isn't Me
Well nobody's perfect,
So that's who you want to be.
These parties you're having,
You're too much for me.
So I spend $20 on a pack of cigarettes,
Talk to someone I haven't seen yet,
Hide from my best friend of 17 years
And I cry into her chest.

It's getting harder and harder
To be someone who isn't me.
Someone who isn't me.
Someone who isn't...

Who's rehearsing
For a one man show
To prove to yourself
You're not who you think you are.
She spends $2 on a lighter,
What pack of smokes, she's not decided just yet.
I hide from my best friend of 17 years
And I cry into her chest

It's getting harder and harder
To be someone who isn't me.
Someone who isn't me.
Someone who isn't me.
Track Name: Mango
Cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer mango.
Why must you mess with my tedium?
Tedium, tedium,
Mango.

I am probably happy.

Ding ding, praise you
What's wrong with all this tedium?
And where the fuck did my week go?
Mango

I am probably happy

Cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer, cheer mango.
Where the fuck did my week go?
Where the fuck did my week go?
Where the fuck did my week go?
Track Name: Goodbye, New Mexico / Roswell
Where the fuck did my week go?
I don't know, I don't know.
Where the fuck did my week go?
I got so high on mango.

I got so high, I got so high.
I floated in an aether, up in the sky.
And everything was so bright.
I look around me to a city of light.

Oh Venice Beach, Venice Beach.
Just out of reach, just out of reach.
Goodbye, New Mexico. I think I'm free.
Cause Roswell ends well, but not for me.

Roswell that ends well.
Roswell that ends well.
I think I saw an alien.
Roswell that ends well.

Roswell that ends well.
Roswell that ends well.
A ship went flying above my head.
Roswell that ends well.

The government wanna get me.
They wanna take me out to Area 51.
My friends don't believe me.
They think my brain fried out in the desert sun.
My mama said "I'm sorry, son.
I'm not gonna mourn ya"
And then the alien picked me up
And took me out to California.

We spent all day in the sun,
Driving round in a van.
We had some real good times;
Me and that little grey man.

The government wanna get me.
They wanna take me out to Area 51.
My friends don't believe me.
They think my brain fried out.

Roswell that ends well.
Roswell that ends well.
Roswell that ends well.
But not for me.

Roswell that ends well (But not for me).
Roswell that ends well (But not for me).
Roswell that ends well.
But not for me.
Track Name: No Soap Radio
The blanket's warm, but she's in my head.
She wants out, but she doesn't get it.
What's life like? Well, life's a joke.
If I explain it, it'll only croak.
Like a frog in dissection
You can't figure it out until the subject dies

Here's my (No soap radio).

Don't you tell me yet again.
But can you tell me one more time
That you can solve anything, but not yourself.
So take me away from my friends,
So we can look up at the night.
I hope I can bum another cigarette,
But I'm still not fucking happy.

Here's my (No soap radio).