Last Quokka

by Last Quokka

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Debut EP by Perth proto-punks Last Quokka.

Recorded by Last Quokka and Tristan Dudley
Mixed and mastered by Tristan Dudley

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released October 1, 2016

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Last Quokka Perth, Australia

anti-fascist, pro-feminist, queer positive proto punk from the most isolated city on the planet

trent-vocals, jose-drums, kirill-guitar, ray-bass

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Track Name: Northern Suburbs
Yeah, you’re yelling, you’re yelling shit from cars to me.
Call me a dickhead, and then you comment on my jeans,
I just don’t get it, I was having a fucking lovely day!

“Oi dickhead! Nice jeans!”
I don’t believe you, you don’t really like my jeans.
But that’s ok I don’t like your racist bumper sticker
Or your licence plate that spells words with number
You’re fucking stupid!

I just can’t wait to get out of the fucking northern suburbs
I just can’t wait to get out of the fucking northern suburbs

Can’t wait, to get out of the fucking northern suburbs!
Get out of the fucking northern suburbs
Get out of the fucking northern suburbs
Get out of the fucking northern suburbs

I just can’t wait to get out of the fucking, out of the suburbs!
I just can’t wait to get out of the fucking, out of the suburbs!
I just can’t wait to get out of the fucking, out of the suburbs!

Out of the suburbs!
Out of the suburbs!
Out of the suburbs, now!
Track Name: Nazi Scum
Your plastic flag
made in China.
Your winnie-blues,
Reclaim Australia.

Southern Cross,
tattooed on your fore-skin.
Hitler-esque,
Fascist ideology.
Your plastic pride,
Xenophobia.
You racist pricks will burn forever
You racist pricks will burn forever
You Nazi scum will burn forever.
Now it’s time…
… as the streets run red with blood!
Now it’s time, we’ll tear you down,
You racist pricks, we’ll tear you down.
Now it’s time, we’ll tear you down,
You racist pricks will burn forever!
You racist pricks will burn forever
Reclaim Australia, you’ll burn for ever
UPF, you’ll burn forever
One Nation, you’ll burn forever.

You Nazi Sum will burn forever
Track Name: Creepin'
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Out of its hidden nest.
It’s creepin’
It’s creepin’
It’s looking for food
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Mortein won’t do
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
And it’s coming for you!!!
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Across my kitchen floor.
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Coz I rarely do my dishes.
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Because there’s crumbs under my couch.
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
and it’s freaking me out.
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Under my bedroom door.
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
I can’t take it no more
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Across my fucking lamp
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Right onto my bed!
It’s creepin’, it’s creepin’, I can’t take it no more (x4)
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Across my mattress cover
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
it’s tickling my toes
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Right up my leg
It’s creepin’
it’s creepin’
Open my eyes and shout
“Arghhhhh it’s creepin me out,
Arrrgrhhhh it’s creepin me out!!!”
Track Name: Girt By Fear
Our land is girt by fear, almost as deep as the holes we dig.
Great empty scars where the waugal once lived.
And our horizon is a high-rise, no longer carnaby’s.
You can bring your horse to water, but there is nothing left to drink.

“We burn our crops as our hearts bleed ruin. Death she dances, bounding with sick glee. As the atmosphere reflects a heavy cadence and I look forward with a savage heart. The sky turns a deep blood red, the clouds they clamber like bile; leaking, leaking, leaking, towards the parched earth it’s leaking. I fall to my knees…”

Why!? What have we done!?
Anger wells in my core
To slice the face from this vapid world.
Why!? What have we done.
This earth is burning now,
there’s nowhere left to run,
nowhere left to hide,
what have we done?
There’s nothing left.
This earth is burning now,
there’s nowhere left to run,
nowhere left to hide,
what have we done?
There’s nothing left.
There’s nothing left.
“We sow the seeds nothing will grow. The water’s rising to my nose. I take a breath and end this life, to our ruin and to our strife. I breathe this dirt, I suffocate, a final moment of dying glee. I fall to my knees, this earth is burning now, there’s nothing left, I end this life.
There’s nothing left!
I kill myself!
I kill myself!
I kill myself!
Track Name: Beautiful
I like it when you touch my chest, it makes me feel all warm.
You’re bringing out the best in me and that’s really fucking cool.
You look like Pocahontas fucked a Mongolian Monk.
You’re beautiful all over,
you’re beautiful all over.

I don’t like it when you tell me how to cook my food,
I feel inferior to you, because you’re beautiful all over.

When we go down to Doogs or other camping trips,
you’re hell good at setting up tents while I get in the way and just sink piss
I’m often cranky,
I’m a sensitive little sausage,
I’ll try not to piss you off, but I always do because I’m that little bit shit.

Beautiful! You’re beautiful all over!
Beautiful! You’re beautiful all over!
Beautiful! You’re beautiful all over!
Beautiful! You’re beautiful all over!
You’re bringing out the best in me and I like that.
Sometimes I’m rude and sometimes I brood,
I’m sensitive, I’m cranky,
And for all of that, after all of that all I can do is say to you that “I am sorry”
Track Name: Splash back
Hey you at the urinal
Pissing in the corner,
Why don’t you shuffle along
And piss next to me?
If you’re stuck behind me,
And you don’t think there’s any room left,
Squeeze on in shoulder-to-shoulder
And piss with me.

Your splashback is alright by me,
Your splashback is alright.
Your splashback is alright by me,
Your splashback is alright.

‘Coz I’m wearing long jeans
And I wash them pretty regularly.
Well, maybe not, probably once a week,
But that’s enough to get your piss off my pants.
And it doesn’t matter
Coz this whole world is full of piss anyway

Splashback is ok
Your splashback is ok
Your splashback is ok
Your splashback is ok with me!
It’s ok with me!
I don’t care about the size of your dick
If I look it’ll be on accident
I don’t care if it’s short, long or bent
We can talk about the government.
Splashback is ok
Splashback is ok
Splashback is ok
Your splashback is ok with me
Your splashback is ok with me.
Your splashback is ok with...
Splashback is ok
Splashback is ok
Splashback is ok
Your splashback is ok with me
It’s ok with me!

If you get a bit of stage-fright
It doesn’t really matter
‘Coz I respect you for pissing next to me

Stand or squat
Stand or squat
Stand or squat
Stand or squat with me!
Let’s all piss together happily…
Track Name: Econovan
We don’t know where we’re going but we’re always home

Cruisin’ down The Brand, nah I’ll take the coastal route.
Drinking Brownes Mocha Chill, pouch of Champion Ruby.
The sun is rising, I taste the freedom,
Taste the tobacco, that delicious toxic smoke.
I’m runnin’ low on gas, stop in at a servo,
I’ve got $40 left – put it all in my car.
Back out on the highway,
Cruisin’ in my Econovan ‘Bruce’
With my back to you, smoking ciggies and driving

We don’t know where we’re going but we’re always home

Land at Coronation Beach, that place is fucked!
It’s full of wasps! And it’s full of bees!
Don’t know what I’m doing here! I don’t even windsurf!
Don’t know what I’m doing here surrounded by these fucking hippies!
Back out on the highway and over the hill I see Kalbarri.
The sun is falling now, in the blues and oranges I see your eyes.
And when I see those colours, I realise that I am finally free from your piercing stares
I’m free from your manipulation, I’m free from your stupid haircut and your perfect white teeth
I’m free from you looking at me in that tone.
I don’t want you in my life anymore; I don’t want you injecting yourself into my veins anymore!
And you to, my workplace, stop fucking riding me, you’ve been riding me for so fucking long. Fuck occupational health and safety, fuck your toolbox meetings, fuck your building sites, fuck your Microsoft outlook email bullshit fuck. I wasted so much time, four years! Four years! Four long years with you! Fuck you and your PPE and your fucking hard hats and your warning labels and your JSAs and your Microsoft calendar! Fuck you and your prestart checks and your prestart meetings and your fucking forklifts. And to my boss, I’m so free from all of it.
I’m free from your fucking business meetings