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After nearly a year of good laughs, hectic experiences and destroyed brain cells, this is what 4 young men hailing from different parts of South West Victoria have to show for it. Despite our relatively recent inception, the time we’ve spent together as a band has encompassed some of the best memories of our short lives, and a lot of the tunes on this project have been inspired by that. This is only a snapshot of what we feel we are capable of, so if you’re on board already, we hope you’re as excited as us for what the future may hold. Whether you’ve bought this CD, a T Shirt, showed a friend our music or even shared our stuff on social media, RUNK are 100 percent grateful for your support and appreciate how important it is.

RUNK would like to thank:
Ethan Le Duc, Charlie Powlett, Tony Peel, Studio 52 (shout out to Dan Hawes), Nick Frampton & Brendan Donahoo for their guidance and the opportunities they have provided as part of the VET Music program, Jarrod Hawker for providing the platform for us to give birth to RUNK on (you the real MVP), The Loft, Lachie Hetherington, our respective families but especially Karenlyn Ryan & Matt Lee (for letting us rehearse and pass out in their lounge room), Yannick Schoplhin – the first man to bang the skins with us (miss ya big dawg), Hugh McMeme.

The legends who helped put together the video for ‘YETI’ – Ethan (for editing), Charlie, Nicola McKenzie, Nick Egan (for lending us his go Go Pro), Hugh McMeme, Ben Fogarty (for lending us that cymbal stand), Phil Ryan, Taco.

Those who generously contributed to our crowdfunding campaign – The Radley Family, Karenlyn Ryan, Airlia Munn & family, Maria Serra, Daniel Pugh, Adrian Tusek, Lyam Oxnam, Jesse Donovan, Amy Grundy, Phil Hanrahan, Charlotte Markowitsch.

Thanks a million,
Jacob, Tom, Harry and Matt. xx

YTB

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released December 23, 2016

Read A Book, Tom

Lyrics written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Tom Bruckner
Bass written by Harry Johnson
Drums written by Matt Murray

Cloud of Doubt Pt. 2

Lyrics written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Tom Bruckner
Bass written by Harry Johnson
Drums written by Matt Murray

Harry's Dead

Lyrics written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Tom Bruckner
Bass written by Harry Johnson
Drums written by Matt Murray

Did It For The Boys

Lyrics written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Tom Bruckner
Bass written by Harry Johnson
Drums written by Matt Murray


Y.E.T.I.

Verses & bridge written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Matt Murray (performed by Tom Bruckner)
Bass performed by Harry Johnson
Drums & chorus written by Matt Murray

Valium Values

Lyrics written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Tom Bruckner
Bass written by Harry Johnson
Drums written by Matt Murray

Speed Dealer Sunnies

Lyrics written by Jacob Pugh
Guitar written by Tom Bruckner
Bass written by Harry Johnson
Drums written by Matt Murray

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Track Name: Read A Book, Tom
Verse 1

I love a chick that’s smart with a wicked arse
I could kiss the stars when a spliff is sparked
If they diss my art? Dismissive bars!
Bunch of bullshit like religion class
After I rap this classic song
I’mma smash another packet of Maxibon’s
Find another lass to be mackin’ on
Tryna get gassed so I pack the bong
This bastard’s high, glassy eyed,
The party don’t start till I’m partly fried,
One day I’ll have a gnarly ride, Ferrari type,
Then I’ll start to fly…

Hook

So read a book Tom, you might learn something
I know we don’t get along but we can burn something

Read a book, Tom
Oh, won’t you read a book Tom?
Just read a book Tom, so we can all get along

Verse 2

Runk’s a damn punk band that’s plays funk jams,
While we sample skunk strands, I’m an ample front man
Pessimistic peasant but a menace with the penmanship
Reckless & relentless, testing tempers till hysterics hit,
Hectic as feminist pledging for censorship,
When I pen a script I’m negligent, pleasantly effortless
Save the date for the great escape, wake and bake when you play ma tape
If you’re suggesting what I say should be better in its taste
Get peppered sprayed then left in a grave
Suggesting what I say should be better in its taste?
Get peppered sprayed then left in a grave…

Hook

So read a book Tom, you might learn something
I know we don’t get along but we can burn something

Read a book, Tom
Oh won’t you read a book Tom?
Just read a book Tom so we can all get along

Bridge

Life gave me lemons so I made lemonade
Put roofies in a glass, then gave it to a mate x4

Hook

So read a book Tom, you might learn something
I know we don’t get along but we can burn something

Read a book, Tom
Oh, won’t you read a book Tom?
Just read a book Tom, so we can all move on
Track Name: Cloud of Doubt Pt. 2
Intro

It’s a sense of apathy that casually grapples me
The maddened beast tackles me, it’s a catastrophe
Feel like a worker in a factory, the hurt I am repackaging
Immersing & it staggers me – a bird with mangled wings

I went from punching on everyday
Feeling wrong in everyway
Writing songs to get away
Don’t believe in God but I better pray
If it’s seeming odd I’ll set it straight

They tell me sleep on it; you’ll feel as sweet as the leaf of some green chronic
This is real shit let me be honest, if I built a bridge I’d probably leap of it

Verse 1

It’s some psychic pain that I’ve tried to suppress
Feel right as rain with life after death
Mistakes I’ve made, enticing regret
Still hold their place inside of my head

Abuse never loosens its grip
Till they find you not moving using a drip
Feeling useless, losing’s a synch
No improvement, what conclusion is this?

They say call the cops but that never would work
You can’t make it stop; ever since birth
You feel that ‘safe place’ message reverse
When someone you love shows no discretion to hurt

Chorus

I wake up never feeling refreshed because that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
I said, I wake up never feeling refreshed cuz that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
I wake up, I wake up, I wake up never feeling refreshed
I wake up never feeling refreshed, that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet

Verse 2

And even when the wounds are repaired
A sudden move can just tear and remove any flare
That you grew to prove you don’t care
Exuding despair, it protrudes and it stares

When they’re standing at your window with an axe,
You, your mother, little brother gotta tip toe out the back
Got their own struggles by fear they’re entrapped
Causing a rumble to deal with the facts

I can’t walk around it, it hides & attacks
I don’t want talk about it outside of this rap
That’s the kind of attitude, some others just do have
And we wonder why they end up zipped up in a huge bag

Chorus

I wake up never feeling refreshed because that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
I said, I wake up never feeling refreshed cuz that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
I wake up, I wake up, I wake up never feeling refreshed
I wake up never feeling refreshed, that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet

Guitar Solo

Chorus

I wake up never feeling refreshed because that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
I said, I wake up never feeling refreshed cuz that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
I wake up, I wake up, I wake up never feeling refreshed
I wake up never feeling refreshed, that cloud of doubt leaves my ceiling so wet
Track Name: Harry's Dead
Verse 1

She’s the one all fellas adore;
Keeping up is one hell of a chore
In fact, we used to have a rapport,
But girl it ain’t swell we don’t gel anymore

She ain’t ready for commitment that’s fair enough,
I was just tryna hit it like we are squaring up
We stay butting heads till we’re concussed
Meant every word I said so prepare to trust

She saying all this stuff, got me thinking she likes me
But she is still cut up over someone despite me
When I adjust a disruption is likely
This is must, there is dysfunction inside me

Only you could have known it, no need to sugar coat it
Some things I couldn’t process, one thing you should have noticed

All guys aren’t the same you just go for the fuckheads
Don’t lie to my face that’s as low as a sunset,
My time goes to waste when I’m broaching this subject
I’m tired of your games I’ll throw the remote at your head

Chorus

Harry is dead, Harry is dead, Harry is dead
He hit his head
All the kings horses couldn't put Harry together again

Now when I say Harry's, you say dead
Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD
Harry's DEAD, he hits his head


Verse 2

I could care less, go wallow in your misery
You are heiress, to the throne of stupidity
All your friends are air heads, don’t you belittle me
I love the fair sex, but this hoe just ain’t it me

I’m not calling you that, cuz of my personal beef
I’m not calling you that, cuz it’s the word on the street
I’m calling you that, because I don’t want to compete
I’m calling you that, because you’re not honest with me

It started as a lust, but I was changing my mind
Wasn’t making a fuss, when you’d blatantly lie
Cuz it made me wake up, no escaping my pride
Bullshit you make up, to make me obliged/

To feel sorry for you, because you’re oh so conflicted
Unlocking this ruse, I know you’re a dipshit
If I honestly knew, you’d go low & hit quick
I’d be not into you, if you propose this is it

Chorus

Harry is dead, Harry is dead, Harry is dead
He hit his head
All the kings horses couldn't put Harry together again

Now when I say Harry's, you say dead
Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD
Harry's DEAD, he hits his head
Track Name: Did It For The Boys
Cuz we did it for the boys, we did it for the banter
They always get annoyed because we have the answer
A smart arse response to make the night long
It's hardly my fault if they take this quite wrong...

Verse 1

They say we're being rude, we're just having a laugh
Cuz they seem like food we couldn't manage to fast
Always taking it too far, never knowing the limit
Because if you're gonna start you better know how to finish

Me & all my bros, getting on the roast
Shout out to my friends, sledging on my foes
Always down to shoot the shit, we ain't bout shooting shit
Cuz when we fire rounds it's about using wit

Chorus

Cuz we did it for the boys, we did it for the banter
They always get annoyed because we have the answer
I did it for my brothers, did it for my dudes
Dissing on your mothers this is how we sing the blues

Cuz we did it for the boooy's
Did it for the homieeeees
Did it boooy's
The ones that really know meeeee

Verse 2

If your girl can take a roast hope you’re treating her right
Cuz that girl is a g, please make her your wife
If she picks on you, that means your love
If she ain’t amused go tell her get fucked
And if she sticks around then she is a queen
Don’t got no big old frown when she digs the meme
Don’t ever keep her down, keep raising her up
She always like the sound cuz what I say is so...

Chorus 2

Cuz we did it for the boys, we did it for the banter
They always get annoyed because we have the answer
I did it for my brothers, did it for my dudes
Shout out to Muzza always smoking Winnie Blues

Cuz we did it for the boooy's
Did it for the homieeeees
Did it boooy's
The ones that really know meeeee
Track Name: Y.E.T.I.
Verse 1

I’m the one they send a pill, just to keep my temper chill,
Frustration fluctuating, they suggesting Seroquel,
Dependent on incessant thrills, measured by my length of will,
If they feeling threatened I just get them to send the bill

My stupid brain it won’t stop, refuse to take that Zoloft
It used to make so lost, renew the pain and go off
Reflection of a primate, depressing is my mind state,
Regret is set on my face, no effect pretend that I’m great,

Harmful to the average man, palm full of diazepam,
If I’ve lost my marbles can we carpool to the savage land?
Startled by my action plan, charcoal in my damaged hands,
This ain’t pass the parcel but can you pass me back a gram?

Mister lacking dopamine, sick of having no esteem,
Kicking back and smoking weed, this friggin daggers poking me
Brains the biggest burden ever, patiently we work together,
At the point of breaking, am I making a diversion? Never

Chorus

If I can’t get sober like you think I can, I’ll jump in front of a moving van
I say sorry for apologizing, and you’ll fuck me off, yeah you’ll fuck me off

Verse 2

A symptom of the former kid I’ve that I’ve been inside
Triggered by the trauma
Mystified, distance eyes flicker by the corner,
Hit the lights
Switching sides till I’m rigamortis,
It’s a vice, sniffing lines just to feel normal
Till I fit in the box that they want me to
But it has been locked don’t know what to do
So I’m hitting the pot till I’m not with you
I know I can stop if I’m wanting to
Found my sense of calm till the charm wore off
What an epic farce, get your arms sawn off
Life is such a task, better start yours off
Picking them apart just to mark your spot

Chorus

If I can’t get sober like you think I can, I’ll jump in front of a moving van
I say sorry for apologizing but you’ll fuck me off, yeah you’ll fuck me off
And if it’s still not over by the time you’re gone
How will I know if I went wrong?
This habit is lobotomizing
But I feel so shattered when I’m not in the state of a dream!

Bridge

Just internalize it till the urge is turning violent x8 (ooowh)

Chorus 2

If I can’t get sober like you think I can, I’ll jump in front of a moving van
I’m not sorry for apologizing but you’ll fuck me off, yeah you’ll fuck me off
And if it’s still not over by the time you’re gone
How will I know if I went wrong?
This habit is lobotomizing
But I feel so shattered when I’m not in the state of a dream!
Track Name: Valium Values
I’m salty I’ll admit it, someone told me, I’m a gimmick
I’m in a damn funk band that sings about amphetamines, man oh man can’t you see the chemistry
Grams on grams, you know their gonna enter me, fans on fans so we leave a legacy
But the radios got an agenda, what they play is a lot of pretenders,
Triple J, I won’t stop and defend ya, cuz they’re guilty of the same as a lot of competitors
I’m sick of indie pop from upper middle class, white bitches, sitting, chilling on the charts,
What sort of interest do you think this you will spark? I’m pissing on these hipsters, that are sitting in the dark
There’s no ambition, fictitious and daft, I know what’s missing, wisdom and bars,
If they’d stop and listen, consider this art, maybe their vision wouldn’t hinder the craft
Same shit over reproduced, your lame clique’s gonna need a noose,
We take control we be the crew that is taking over, see the view

If they aren’t down with ya movement fuck what they’re doing, just keep pursuing, just be a nuisance
If you don’t fit what they like? Give them a miss, just swipe right
If they aren’t down with your movement, fuck what they’re doing, just keep pursuring, just be nuisance
If you don’t fit what they like? You don’t need their shit in your life

It’s hard to even carve a space when they control the marketplace, taking all your harvest if you start to go against the grain, you are just a Martian if you aren’t what they expect to play, I won’t beg my pardon you’re a target when you step on stage
The fact is artists they blacklist cuz they don’t fit the market they match with, retarded and backwards, these narks I pick apart with no practice, cuz what they impart is bizarre, it is bat shit
I’m really past it but try and observe I’m here to start shit like I am Kool Herc, got some kind of cruel words for these private nerds,

If they aren’t down with ya movement fuck what they’re doing, just keep pursuing, just be a nuisance
If you don’t fit what they like? Give them a miss, DON'T THINK TWICE
If they aren’t down with your movement, fuck what they’re doing, just keep pursuring, just be nuisance
If you don’t fit what they like? give em a miss, don't think twice

Don't think twice, don't think twice, don't think twice
They sleeping on me all day and night
Don't think twice, don't think twice, don't think twice
They sleeping on us all day and night