21st Century Woman

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She's got guts,
She eats meat.
She chows down chickens,
Off the street.

She don't ride bikes,
Just like she don't catch trams.
She drinks unleaded, yeah I seen her,
From a can.

She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
She don't wear nothing but lace on her sleeve.
She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
But, man, she's twenty-one, can you believe?

She looked up,
She looked down.
She said, 'hey sugar, show me around'.

She took my hand,
She put in on her ass.
She placed the other,
To her flask.

She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
She don't wear nothing but lace on her sleeve.
She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
But, man, she's twenty-one, can you believe?


She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
She don't wear nothing but lace on her sleeve.
She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
But, man, she's twenty-one, can you believe?

She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
She ain't no twenty, twenty-first, century woman,
But, man, she's twenty-one, and she's out for me.

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from Creek EP, released November 17, 2017

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Creek Melbourne, Australia

Awoken from their slumber, the hairy Creek rad-lords have ascended from riverbanks Victoria-wide, merging in Melbourne to spread their concoction of heartfelt noise mud all over fans of heavier music. With a groove akin to the constant flow of the current, and a force as reckoning as the strong pull of the rapids, you’ll be mesmerised and mobilised by their modern take on rock’n’roll. ... more

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