Scared Of You

by Laura Imbruglia

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Thanks:
Nick, Alex, Kelly and James for joining me on the musical fun time soul journey friendship train.
Harry Aronsten, The Huxleys and Nick Mckk for the fabulously absurd music videos.
Hugh Boyce for the excellent demos and excellent company.

Rosa Morgan for the beautiful graphic design. Power ballad buddy for life!
Kira Puru and Rex Kane-Hart for making my hunch look photogenic.

Plus: La famiglia Imbruglia, Bron Belcher, Liam Linley, Jon Milne, Georgie McKenzie, Paul Blenheim, Lisa Toone, Al Parkinson, Nicola Gunn, Mayu Kanamori, Jill Chrisp, Gabe Lewis, Alex Lashlie, Loni Thomson, Nik Tropiano, Brian McDonald, Music Victoria, FloodSlicer, The Bundanon Trust, Creative Victoria, Creative Partnerships Australia, City Of Melbourne, Amanda Vitartis, Sarah Guppy and Kara Blakely at This Much Talent, Brent Punshon, Neil Thomason, John Murch, the Pozible pledgers, and all the legends who helped or encouraged me to get this album made.

Scared Of You is supported by the Victorian Government through Creative Victoria, Creative Partnerships Australia through MATCH Lab, City Of Melbourne Arts Grants Program and The Bundanon Trust Artist-In-Residence Program.

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released March 29, 2019

All lyrics written by Laura Imbruglia
All music written by Laura except…
CBT (L Imbruglia / L Linley)
Carry You Around, The Creeps (L Imbruglia / A MacRae)

You’re Shit (L Imbruglia / A MacRae / K Dingeldei / J Trewenack)


Design by Rosa Morgan
Album photography by Nick Huggins

Cover photography by Laura Imbruglia (obviously) w/ post by Anne Moffat

Single cover photography by Rex Kane-Hart

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Laura Imbruglia Melbourne, Australia

Australian songwriter Laura Imbruglia has been releasing records since the early noughties, covering a range of genres from folk to throat-tearing punk, dark country, psychedelic rock and everything in between.

“Tricks” - the first single from her fourth album is out now.

Stay tuned for more in 2019.
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Track Name: Tricks (single)
TRICKS

You deliver bones to me,
An undeniable demise hangs quietly.
It's intoxicating, that autonomy.

We aren’t treating this matter as suspicious.
Time is fleeting, the family are religious.

And they’re always right on time
With something carefully designed.
Selling magic but performing...

Drain the river dry, dry, dry
There’s a mountain and a road off to the side
And no point in looking for you, still I tried.

Declared it dead when you mentioned the weather.
You cared, I bled - it made me feel better.

And you’re always right on time
With something carefully designed to stick.
Selling magic but performing tricks.

We aren’t treating this matter as suspicious.
Time is fleeting, leave me your dirty dishes.

Cos you’re always right on time
With something carefully designed to hit.
Selling magic, just performing.
Selling magic, just performing tricks.
Track Name: The Creeps (single)
THE CREEPS

When I'm out getting dinners
Minding my own damn business
Out on the town seeing a show

It's not for want of trying
It's not like I'm still crying
But every time I see you,
You give me the creeps

I wish that I could hide it
The pain that you provided
comes flooding back and I can't speak

I force awful exchanges
with all surrounding strangers
before I speak to you cos you give me the creeps

Why doesn't time heal all unpleasant?
Take back your gift of omnipresent

These days I love another
This shame still makes me shudder
I wish it wouldn't hang around.

There's something broken in me
I guess I need therapy...if after five long years,
you still give me the creeps.
Track Name: Give Boys Pink Toys
GIVE BOYS PINK TOYS

Hold a mirror up to your face
Should someone else be in your place?
When she's walking home at a quickened pace,
It’s not cos she’s participating in a race.

Give boys pink toys

It’s a character-building thing -
To stomp, not dance on the ceiling
To stare, not glance at our ugly things.
It starts when men are children so be better with them.

Give boys pink toys
Track Name: You're Shit
YOU'RE SHIT

Vote on my rights
I'll take your advice
And hand you the knife
To murder my wife

You're shit. You're shit.

Running the show
On thirty below
Your salary grows
And nobody knows

You're shit. You're shit.

The rolling heads have knocked over
the pins inside the frame you're standing in.
The bin is where you're going next,
to join the other pieces of shit.

You're shit.
Track Name: Diptych (single)
DIPTYCH

Slow the beating of my heart
Oh, repeating counterpart
It’s not a trick - we’re a diptych.

Every chance you get to go,
These branches no longer grow.
That’s so unkind.
Where’s my sunshine?

You tell me you feel it too,
I’m still scared of you,
Tell me you feel the same.

What’s this horror I have found buried in the underground?
Why’d you unlock Pandora’s box?

You tell me you feel it too,
I’m still scared of you,
Tell me you feel the same.

What if I don’t wanna let you go?
Track Name: CBT
CBT

Every single morning as I step outside
I wonder if I'll ever feel satisfied
(I'm middle class, I'm cis and I'm white)

Feeling like a cat that's fallen in a bath
and just like on the telly, everybody laughs!
Funniest home anxiety
Lisa says I need CBT
Well I dunno, maybe she's right.

Jury’s out on whether it is cruel or kind
To force a normal life on a creative mind
I can try to cooperate
Some things are harder to tolerate

Take me as I am

How would Brian Eno learn to self improve?
Ask the Oblique Strategy cards what to do:
"Trust in the you of now"

That's such a fucking cop out,
so I draw again:
"Honor thy error as a hidden intention"
I can try to cooperate
Do you love more than tolerate?

Baby, don’t pretend
Take me as I am
Be a friend

You could be all that I needed. You could be.
Track Name: Shame
SHAME

The mud that sticks in the cracks in the tyres
The tiny lakes fighting wild fires
The four sad men on the wrong side of the room

Getting off getting in the way
Waddling wildlife in swift decay
Pretty soon you're entombed and behind plate glass

And oh, what a legacy - clinging pathetically.

I'm glad I'm not your daughter
I'm glad I'm not your son
I'm glad I'm not your doctor or your God,
your shower scum

Shame

Oh, what a legacy - clinging pathetically to your shame.
Track Name: Carry You Around (single)
CARRY YOU AROUND

We don't exist in bubbles and therein lies the problem, I find
We intertwine and overlap, we share,
We're breathing the same air.

And all this hurts my narrow head
a bit (a lot) when I forget
that every bed I make's a piece of cake and you're eating it too.

I try to shrink you down and carry you around.

A dollar for every time we lose a fight with our own mind,
Say love is blind and justify
the times we don't see eye to eye

Is it unusual to wish we were built like automobiles?
Remove a fuse for everything you wish you don't or shouldn't feel.
Imagine miles you might’ve covered if we were thus modified, roboticized, lobotomized...
I’m onto something!

Try to shrink you down and carry you around,
If I could shrink you down and carry you around.
Track Name: Now I'm Mum
NOW I'M MUM

I was as ready as I'd ever be
I'd even say I was almost happy
I had a nice big house that wasn't mine

En route to good I got stuck in alright
Just as Bill Withers said I might
I settled in and pondered you

I could think of three good men to knock me up

It's not something I'd thought about before
The mere suggestion made my sisters cackle
But I soldiered on undeterred

I made some calls, I put the feelers out
to see how many good men were about
I thought you could brighten up my life

If I didn't care about looks

And so that's how we both ended up here
It's gonna get easier every year
You can look after me when I'm dying

I could think of three good men to knock me up
And if I didn't care about looks? Five
And so I settled on the fertile one
Now I'm Mum
Track Name: Casual
CASUAL

I dream of holding you tight,
Of rolling around kissing you in the night.
Boat trips on turbulent seas, staring at the floating fish coming for me.

Can’t recognize fiction from factual.
We live together but it’s casual.

Dumb internal monologue-
I feel envy when you cuddle the dog.
Make me aware that you care,
Did I just imagine something that’s not there?

We have become strictly conceptual,
Some days we even make it sexual.

News sites spicing up my life,
Reading up on how some poor sucker died.
Dying to see you again as less than a villain and more than a friend.

We have been standing at the precipice
for so long I became a nihilist.
And if there’s really nothing left for us,
when you leave, please leave the dog.

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