Sharks

Written in the key of a country fire service siren this song sinks into itself. Like a fluctuating power dynamic rising and falling, its just a wave on an Australian evening.

Lyrics

Like a piece of meat 
at the end of a hook 
You move through the water 
like a dirty look 
You've got a curious way of 
cancelling out all the white noise 
and I don't know what to do 
So I just sit here and smoke 
with the boys 
I got a habit of leaving 
the fight early weighted down, 
waiting I'm the burley 
hook line and he'll sink you 
hook line and he'll sink you 
hook line and he'll sink you 
We've got 225 twin Johnsons 
but I don't know 
if that's gonna out run him 
We're running out the lines 
for him 
Oh we're long lining 
Oh we're long lining 
Who's the shark in the water now? 
spinning off sickening clouds 
You've got a curious way 
of canceling out all the white noise 
and i don't know what to do so 
I'll just sit here and 
smoke with the boys

Music Tasmania acknowledges Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional owners of this island, lutruwita (Tasmania). We pay our respects to elders past and present and acknowledge traditional peoples' connection to country. We respect the traditions and customs of the Aboriginal people of lutruwita, who remain the custodians of these lands.