Astronomical Unit

by Hound.

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2016 - Hound set out to create 3 EPs, this is EP#2.

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released August 1, 2016

Andre Johansson-Walder (recording), Chicago Mastering, Sam Brady (art), Pat Balfe (Management/general legend)

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Hound. Brisbane, Australia

Born from casual jams and the shared passion for early punk, 80s post punk/goth rock, 90s alternative.

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Track Name: Dial Up
Lost empty roads leading down the same old path
Down trodden hopes given way to a feeling that will never pass
Given time there will always be ways that make us feel right as rain
Live and learn because sometimes you get a little something better ghost unto the weather.

Never level or learned or better
Well sell it, well sell it, well sell it
Dial Up feel right
It’s available so you will.

A bunch of messy words that never went anywhere
A little wind with some vengeance and a paper plane folded square
How about a sign of something conscious, but I love your dark frozen stare

Live and learn because sometimes you get a little something better ghost unto the weather.

Never level or learned or better
Well sell it, we sell it, well sell it
Dial Up feel right
It’s available so you will.

Nebulous cold and wet won’t listen to a happy chime
Neurotic, down and out, and living on borrowed time

Just pointing out that your heroes have no real clue at all
I’ll twist and shout, all about, because baby don’t you wanna? Nah there’s something better to do

Never level or learned or better
Well sell it, well sell it, well sell it
Dial Up feel right
It’s available so you will.
Track Name: Gimme That
Give me that seat give me that seat give me that seat that’s next to me
Give me those drugs give me that grog give me that drug we’re a thug to question

Your Style Your Style Your Style Your Style

Give me that heat that’s next to me
Give me that heat that’s next to me
It’s a free ride and I want keys
It’s a free ride would you disagree?

I'll drive I’ll drive I’ll drive its been a while
Your smile Your smile Your smile its been a while yeah

You’re a threat you’re a threat full of possibilities you’re a threat you’re threat to you and me, yes you are

Give me that cig that’s left for me
Give me that cig that’s left for me
I wanna be one that who you could be
I wanna be the one that you can see

Your style your style your style its been a while yeah Your style your style style its been a while
Track Name: Square One
We’re only so alone as you put yourself through
April’s buying houses and I’m having to listen too
Look back look around drinking everything hard
But feeling happy that I’ve got no direction in mind

Stalkers in Stereo

It’s like hitting your head against a wall except more interesting for all involved
Remember there’s always room to think once or twice or more
But when push comes to shove for every action is an equal un-reaction
As you hunt and gather for hunting tools


This chord could be anything
This chord could be anything
This Drug could be anything
This Drug could be anything


Stalkers in stereo
I never felt this fine
Give me a line
Distinguish
Between the ground and a future grave
Either way
Cause anything goes


They'll sell you truth as an open page
10am’s the time, are you of age?
I dreamt about LA for what it was worth
Well I’m allowed to say, I’ve never been, but it’s ok


This chord could be anything
This chord could be anything
This Drug could be anything
This Drug could be anything


Stalkers in stereo
I never felt this fine
Give me a line
Distinguish
Between the ground and a future grave
Either way
Cause anything goes

Stalkers in stereo
I never felt this fine
Give me a line
Track Name: Pasito
Purified
How I sometimes live
But it's gentrified
Maybe I’ll never ever clean my room

So you can say it’s much too difficult
Yet just like me you still belong here

Picture this
We’ve got a seed bank under the snow
Still punctured quick
Another hole beneath the waterline

But if I can’t see it then no one can
Said the dead man in me with an actual plan
I must believe that I’m true cos I’m fucking wrong
Divide up the sky till the spirits gone

So you can say it’s much too difficult
Yet just like me you still belong here