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For The Furniture To Hear

by Hassall

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1.
I Don't Deserve My Guitar 03:40
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All the songs I write on piano are sad When I pick up a guitar I always feel bad Only feeling at home when I open up and sing I don’t feel I’m deserving of this six stringed thing I don’t deserve my guitar I hope you know that I bought it on clearance Paying as much as I’d bet on myself I don’t deserve my guitar I bought it in the first place so I’d look cool But now I can’t move my arms and I feel like a fool Sits in the corner of my bedroom collecting dust I never learnt to change the strings and I’m not fussed I don’t deserve my guitar I hope you know that I bought it on clearance Paying as much as I’d bet on myself I don’t deserve my guitar It’s all riffs & licks, strings and picks But things to sing give me my kicks, oh It’s all its and bits and fancy tricks I don’t know what to think of it, oh I bet you can see me in my spare time Picking up this old thing and strumming up somethin’ fine It doesn’t happen a lot but baby it feels good I don’t do it enough though I know I should. I don’t deserve my guitar I hope you know that I bought it on clearance Paying as much as I’d bet on myself, yeah I don’t deserve my guitar, ah Guitar, ah I don’t deserve, deserve, deserve it (I don’t deserve it) I don’t deserve, deserve, deserve it (I don’t deserve it) I don’t deserve, deserve, deserve my guitar, guitar, ah
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Have You Told Your Mother About Me? 04:07
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Have you told your mother about me? Does she know my name? Does she wanna meet me one day? Have you told your father about me? Has he invited me over for tea? Does he wonder what you’re doin with a girl like me? ‘Cause I, I think I just might Be into you enough to take a dive And I just wanna scream your name Loud enough for the furniture to hear Have you told your little sister that I Have such long long brown hair, That I’m better than the last girl, or that I don’t compare? Have you shown your friends a picture of me? Said I don’t look like I did back then? Have you given me a rating out of 10? ‘Cause I, I think I just might Be into you enough to take a dive And I just wanna scream your name Loud enough for the furniture to hear Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh I know I’m sure about this one Sure as the sun does rise And I know that I wanna see ya Wanna see ya night after night I told my mum you’re the best damn Boy that I’ve ever kissed Oooh, oooh Take a dive Take a dive Take a dive With you, with you With you, with you With you, with you
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I Hate It When My Friends Are Successful 04:17
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I can’t get excited by this state of mind Sometimes I forget just why I’m here I’m not doing it for passion anymore Oh I’m not doing it for me I’m doing it for my next door neighbour I’m doing it for my high school band I’m doing it for all my friend’s parents Who thought my influence was bad I’m not inspired I’m tested and I’m tired While you’re out makin your music I wanna get behind ya I wanna work beside ya But jealousy resides instead Believe me I do try but I still… Hate it when my friends are successful Oh, I deal with it in most unhealthy ways We hate it when our friends are successful We fall into a fit of jealous rage Uh-huh I wanna be the pop star in the family I wanna make my gran and grandpa proud And to all of the regulars at work I’ll give them something to talk about I’ll do it for that lecturer who thought I was a flog I’ll do it for my ex-boyfriend who used to buy me grog The girl that held my hair back when I spewed Yeah girl I’m doing it for you Oh I’ll keep on writing, though My patience has retired The words that swarm around my head I wish that I was proud of, those Who I do like the sound of But jealousy strikes back again Believe me I do try but I still… Hate it when my friends are successful Oh, I deal with it in most unhealthy ways We hate it when our friends are successful We fall into a fit of jealous rage Uh-huh I’m in my primary school newsletter, And I can’t get excited You put me on your resume, And I can’t get excited The word out on the street is me, And I can’t get excited I’m fuelled upon your jealousy, And I can’t get excited Hate it when my friends are successful Oh, I deal with it in most unhealthy ways We hate it when our friends are successful We fall into a fit of jealous rage Uh-huh, oh, oh Na-na, na-na, na-na, NA!
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A Retell of Retail 03:42
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It’s pretty damn disheartening Working for a money hungry bunch Who, at the click of fingers, Replace you with some kid: 14, 9 months I got a bunch of sick leave But I won’t turn round and do the dirty Even though I work for 40 hours And get paid for 30 When you finally leave Not so much as a thanks comes from your boss Hands you a box of Favourites Only to complain about the cost And then the goodbye card Signed by a handful of staff I’ve not met Their messages the same Goodbye, good luck, I wish you all the best
Aaah… I wanna quit my day job I wanna quit my day job, I wanna quit I wanna quit today but I know don’t have the guts to do it Why stay in a job you hate, though? Why stay in a job that you hate, just to say that you did? I wanna quit my day job But that’s the only job I got, oh shit I’m feeling small I’m feeling so goddamn degraded Ridiculed by Hallmark puppies Chocolates overpriced & overrated Man I start crying And it’s not because I’m gonna miss this place But suddenly it hits me: There’s 3 years that went to total waste There has got to be an answer I don’t know where to draw the line It’s as if every pay check Is just another excuse to buy Better jeans to wear to work A nicer car to drive to work A haircut they will see at work Or tomorrow’s lunch A better bed to sleep in After i’ve finished my sweepin’ All of this has got me thinkin’ That I don’t think this is gonna work I don’t think this is gonna work This is never gonna work Aaah… I wanna quit my day job I wanna quit my day job, I wanna quit I wanna quit today but I know don’t have the guts to do it Why stay in a job you hate, though? Why stay in a job that you hate, just to say that you did? I wanna quit my day job But that’s the only job I got, oh shit
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Call In Sick 04:46
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I, I miss my boy Yes I really do And I truly wish I didn’t But it’s true We just said goodbye At my front door I feel like I hardly see you anymore Well, it’s usually once a week So I said half-jokingly to call in sick But you never do I’m sorry we didn’t fuck this time around And I’m sorry we had to sleep in I’m sorry you opened my phone this time around And I’m sorry that I messaged him I’m sorry I spend the whole time when you’re around Just wondering ‘bout the next time your in Yes I do It’s only ‘cause I really miss you I’m standing with my back against the wall I’m waiting for you to call I’d do anything to be in your arms again And I wish you didn’t live so fucking far away from me I miss my boy I miss my boy I miss my boy, I I miss my boy I miss my boy I miss my boy I miss my boy, I I miss my boy
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Mr Therapist 05:36
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Hey Mr Therapist Just so you know, before we start I am feeling very nervous I ain’t done anything like this before I can’t sleep, no I can’t eat I’m lacking all the nutrients I need And I drink once a week Oh, I take drugs occasionally  I know it is bad for my brain, oh well Hey Mr Therapist I don’t seem to be doing all that good I don’t tell many of my friends Even though I know I probably should I can’t bare to go to work  The staff aren’t used to seeing me so sad They ask me if I’ve had a big one Or why the hell I look so tired It’s only just a matter of time Heeeeeey Oh, sometimes I wanna die Then again I guess I’m just afraid of life Sometimes I wish I were dead But I don’t know just how I wanna go Just yet, not yet. Hey Mr Therapist I think I’ve said enough shit ‘bout myself Do you mind answering a couple questions The doctor said that it could help Do you mind sitting in that Crooked couch all day from 9 to 5 Listening to fucked up people Spit their problems ‘bout their fucked up lives? What do you do when someone’s  So far gone they’ve lost sight of their health? I can’t imagine how you do it Do you see someone yourself? Do you see someone yourself? Heeeeeey Oh, sometimes I wanna die Then again I guess I’m just afraid of life Sometimes I wish I were dead But I don’t know just how I wanna go Just yet, not yet. Hey Mr Therapist Do you follow your heart or your head? Is this scripted from a textbook  Or some kind of old method? I’m not sure if you like me I’m not certain we are friends Am I one of many clients Who keeps you from helping someone else? Someone who’s problems are bigger Someone who can’t be ignored Do you wish I had more issues So you would not be so bored Do I think too much about it?  Do I think too much about it?  Do I think too much about it?  Do I think, do I think? Do I think too much about it?  Do I think too much about it?  Do I think too much about it?  Do I think too much?

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released April 28, 2022

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Isaac Barter
Lead vocals & guitar - Matilda Hassall
Drums - William Conway
Bass - Liam Brennan
Lead guitar & keyboard - Cam Jerabeck

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Hassall Geelong, Australia

Hassall is a 23yr old singer-songwriter & self-confessed rambler from the bottom right corner of regional Victoria.

Stirring together addictive vocal hooks, taboo topics & lyrics that are relatable in the way you don’t want to admit, she emerges into a style self-described as ‘Australian sharehouse-pop’. ... more

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