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Wide Awake*
You had the best version of me
Show it better, I want belief
Shut me out, wait to see
Perfect love, it’s no masterpiece
Wide awake, I lay wide awake
Can’t sleep, I’m wide awake
Wide awake, I lay wide awake
Can’t dream, I’m wide awake
You’re the drug I don’t need to take
Can’t flush heaven with a collapsed vein
Overdose, pass away
Risen back and not save the day
Wide awake, I lay wide awake
Can’t sleep, I’m wide awake
Wake awake, I lay wide awake
Can’t dream, I’m wide awake
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Feels So Right #
Flowers I gave you might as well been dead
Think I don’t listen to what is said
Recurring dream our plane crashes overhead
Waking up beside you is heaven sent
And it feels so right, our life sentence, if no love is the crime
And it feels so right, not into games, won’t roll the dice
New scars under our fallen sky
Stainless fears through these hollow eyes
And it feels so right, our life sentence, if no love is the crime
And it feels so right, not into games, won’t roll the dice
I’m sorry I lost us
Should have grabbed your hand
I was rudderless
In the front seat I can’t listen
It’s a shame about Ray
More a shame about us
And it feels so right, our life sentence, if no love is the crime
And it feels so right, not into games, won’t roll the dice
And feels so right, and it feels so right
And it feels so right, and it feels so right
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Black And White ##
Songs dropping outta me like it’s thunder
And I’m missing the sparks from your lightning
Waiting in this dirty weather
Droplets from our storm makes it rain
And I want to remember
Behind those rolling black clouds
There’s always sunshine again
A thought of us keeps me up at night
You’re the colour in my black and white
Songs dropping outta me like it’s thunder
And I’m missing the sparks from your lightning
Waiting in this dirty weather
Droplets from our storm makes it rain
And I want to remember
Behind those rolling black clouds
There’s always sunshine again
A thought of us keeps me up at night
You’re the colour in my black and white
Darkness blinds how I view the sky
You’re the colour in my black and white
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Don’t, Don’t, Don’t
I'm rather good at letting you down
I am a fire that never burns out
Someone loves the other a little more
Say goodbye, not evermore
Am I a selfish man?
Accept if I can forever hold on
Or should I formulate a stand?
Am I a selfish man?
Accept if I can forever hold on
Or should I formulate a stand?
Letting us go, getting it out
I was yours, but I burnt down
Someone loves the other a little more
Say goodbye, not evermore
Am I a selfish man?
Accept if I can forever hold on
Or should I formulate a stand?
Am I a selfish man?
Accept if I can forever hold on
Or should I formulate a stand?
Don’t turn away, don’t walk away
Don’t run away, don’t don’t don’t
Don’t doubt today, don’t why today
Don’t run away, don’t don’t don’t
Am I a selfish man?
Accept if I can forever hold on
Or should I formulate a stand?
Am I a selfish man?
Accept if I can forever hold on
Or should I formulate a stand?
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Life Is A Mess
When you lose something means you don’t need it anymore
So you’re not running beside me in Sandringham no more
You were once laughing to all those words that I had said
Choking on memories, an ice cream drips to its death
When I’m writing these sad songs, some pass through
Some seem to stick around
I’ve come to this realisation that I’m not staying
There’s one thing that I’m saying
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, life is a mess
When you lose something means you don’t need it anymore
So you’re not running beside me in Sandringham no more,
You were once laughing to all those words that I had said
Choking on memories, an ice cream drips to its death
When I’m writing these sad songs
Some seem to pass through, some seem to stick around
I’ve come to this realisation that I’m not staying
There’s one thing that I’m saying
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, failing at best
Life is a mess, life is a mess
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Brave New World
This is the first time I’ve allowed my heart to be given so freely
Never wanted to drown in thoughts with water to the ceiling
Set of French windows, closed, beautiful and stone-chipped
Maybe one day I can knock on your door again?
I’m gonna fake it
I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna make it
Brave new world
I’m gonna fake it
I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna make it
Brave new world
This is the last time I’ll allow my heart to be given so freely
Never wanted to drown in thoughts with water to the ceiling
Set of French windows, closed, beautiful and stone-chipped
Maybe one day I can knock on your door again?
I’m gonna fake it
I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna make it
Brave new world
I’m gonna fake it
I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna make it
Brave new world
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So Terrified
Where’s the colour in the black?
Collateral damage with your broken back
Clear emotional quicksand now, ahhh
No one knows me like you did, unpack trauma into recycling
Forced to separate the loss now, ahhh
It’s just terror, systems error
I’m so terrified
It’s just terror, systems error
I’m so terrified
Ahhh
Can’t stop loving you
This is what I have to do
Sparks fly from our train wreck now, ahhh
No one knows me like you did, unpack trauma into recycling
Forced to separate the loss now, ahhh
It’s just terror, systems error
I’m so terrified
It’s just terror, systems error
I’m so terrified
Ahhh
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No Junk Male **
I’ve been drunk in every city
Hanging face down in a bar from the ceiling
I checked into the hospital hotel
Ghosts in these walls can’t use the telephone
No junk male please, bow down
We punch on till one of us bleeds
Drunk male please, it’s a disease
No junk male please, bow down
We punch on till one of us bleeds
Drunk male please, it’s a disease
I’ve brawled on in every city
Lifting faces in a bar this evening
I checked into the hospital, not a hotel
Got no charger, can’t use the telephone
No junk male please, bow down
We punch on till one of us bleeds
Drunk male please, it’s a disease
No junk male please, bow down
We punch on till one of us bleeds
Drunk male please, it’s a disease
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Obsession #
So shaking a rattle inside my head
Our train tracks are now just so bent
So anxious, about to leave my den
Outside cats pounce on a mouse till death
A reckless obsession(nights feel so cold)
When you’re alone and down an empty hole
Life’s cruel lesson (nights feel so cold)
When you’re alone and down an empty hole
No response is still a response, nothing said
Impossible’s possible when you start again
Fuel the world from above embers left
It is what it is, a slow death
A reckless obsession (nights feel so cold)
When you’re alone and down an empty hole
Life’s cruel lesson (nights feel so cold)
When you’re alone and down an empty hole
What I have, I don’t want;what I want, I don’t have
I’ll give everything I own to see you smile at me again
What I have, I don’t want;what I want, I don’t have
I’ll give everything I own to see you smile at me again
A reckless obsession (nights feel so cold)
When you’re alone and down an empty hole
Life’s cruel lesson (nights feel so cold)
When you’re alone and down an empty hole
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Century’s War #
Grab some things, let’s run away
Where we can’t be found, our getaway
Dye our hair in the servo’s sink
No indicators on City Link
Hit a fox on our way up coast
Vixens fed a murder of crows
Whoa oh, fires burning our century’s war
Whoa oh, stand united on century’s war
Before we left, I stole some plates
For petrol drive-offs on holidays
Camp somewhere near Blanket Bay
Sea foam heals our shame
Whoa oh, fires burning our century’s war
Whoa oh, stand united on century’s war
You only have one life, youcan’t get back time
You only have one life, youcan’t get back time
You only have one life, youcan’t get back time
Whoa oh, fires burning our century’s war
Whoa oh, stand united on century’s war
Whoa oh, fires burning our century’s war
Whoa oh, stand united on century’s war
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh
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Imagine an album of early-nineties Oasis songs performed by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.
Four Lions have accomplished just that on their new album Wide Awake.
The Bendigo-based rockers' fifth album has finally opened its eyes, having taken an extra 18 months to make in the stop-start Covid era.
But frontman Shann Lions says despite the numerous setbacks, Four Lions has created its best record in every gamut of the songwriting, performances and production.
Lions came up with the idea of creating a stadium rock album during the band's 2019 Hard Days national tour.
"I remember watching The Killers on the MCG with Jack Riewoldt (in the 2018 AFL grand final) thinking that would be a dream to be performing there," Lions says.
"The only way to do that is for me to dissemble the records of artists who play stadiums. Bands like The Killers, Kings Of Leon, Springsteen, Oasis, INXS, U2 ... how do they write songs that resonate in such a way with people?"
Lions says the Wide Awake album ended up benefitting from the extra time it took to make.
"We worked so well as a team locking in for those moments," he says.
"I think these are the best songs I’ve ever written, too."
released October 14, 2021
Four Lions
Wide Awake
Produced By Shann Lions/Keith MacQueen/Finn Keane (The Greasy Triplets)
Engineered By Finn Keane At Head Gap/Preston/Victoria/AUS
Mixed By Bohdan Dower At Bulb Audio/Bendigo/Victoria/AUS
Mastered By Ludwing Diaz At US Mastering/Miami/Florida/USA
"Feels So Right", "Obsession", "Century's War"
Additional Recording By Finn Keane At RPM/Bendigo/Victoria/AUS
"Black And White" Mixed By Phil Joly At The Gatsby House/Allentown/Pennsylvania/USA
"Black And White" Mastered By Ludwing Diaz At US Mastering/San Francisco/California/USA
All Songs Lyrics Written By Shann Lions (Control)
All Songs Music Written By Shann Lions (Control)
Except "Wide Awake", "Laughter In The Slaughter"
Music Written By Shann Lions/Keith MacQueen (Control/Control)
"No Junk Male" Music Written By Lions/MacQueen/Moncrieff/Bradford/Briggs (Control/Control/Control/Control/Control)
Four Lions are Stephen Briggs/Bradley Bradford/Shann Lions/Keith MacQueen/Gavan Moncrieff
Wide Awake Executive Producers Lynette Walker/Keith MacQueen/Shann Lions
Wide Awake
Artwork by Dale Harris at Studio Ink @studio_ink
Photography by Stuart Westmore @skwestmore
Wide Awake music/socials videography by Dave Hanson @fluffybagel
Four Lions Management by Lynette Walker at Verse Chorus Verse
E:
gdayvcv@gmail.com
linktr.ee/fourlionsmusic
Socials @fourlionsmusic
Thanks: Karen/Jess/Bec/Chez/Kat/pets/families and friends …
Lynette Walker/Stuart Westmore/Finn Keane/ David Hanson/Bohdan Dower/Phil Joly/Ludwing Diaz/Cameron Adams/David Stretch/Dale Harris/Mary Mihelakos/Stuart Coupe/Henry Wagons/Katie Bates/Harry Godfrey/Brendan Bartlett/Alex Dullard/Ky Hanson/Paula Markey/Ken “Songbird” Gilmore/Bill Coutts/Evie Coutts/Craig Brown/Jarrod Hocking/Mik Weir/Cornella Brewery
This album is dedicated to Andrew Johnston (“the Bunnyman”)
