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Trophy Eyes Share ‘People Like You’

With just days until the release of ‘Suicide and Sunshine’Trophy Eyes have shared another track from the record in the form of ‘People Like You’.

It sees the Aussie group show off a gritty and angsty side as vocalist John Floreani reflects on his poor upbringing in New South Wales.

“‘“People Like You”, is a song about growing up poor in the rural New South Wales town of Mudgee while the school kids around him came from wealthy, well-adjusted families” explained Floreani. “It’s me reflecting, and also firsthand memories of what was happening like they’re staring at the holes in my shoes, and the embarrassment and desire to belong, and not understanding why you don’t,” he explains. “It’s like a protest against the idea of class and happy families.”

The accompanying video complements the intense nature of the song with lo-fi visuals and the quartet performing in isolated, urban areas.

‘Suicide and Sunshine’ will be released through Hopeless Records on June 23rd.

‘People Like You’ Lyrics

Questions
Without any answers
Too young to understand it
The world isn’t for people like you
Standard
Case of empty handed
So let the children have it
And send them off to black eye show-and-tell
Hands are
Sweating in your trousers
Staring at the ground while they’re looking at the holes in your shoes
Cancer
Domestic disaster
You learnt to put your hands up because it was what you were taught to do
I wanna be like everyone else
Be anyone but myself

Life is easy when you’re beautiful
(Life’s not fair but it’s nearly over)
(Dyings cheaper than growing older)
If I can’t be you then fuck you
Life is empty with your pocket full
(Life’s not fair but it’s nearly over)
(Dyings cheaper than growing older)
That’s what they tell you – fuck you

Left you
Waving in the rearview
Standing by the door
To the sound of “he can’t hurt you anymore”
Fast food
Wrapped in black and white news
Eaten on the floor
In a rented three-bedroom for four
I wanna live like everyone else
Be anyone but myself
With smiling faces in family portrait
By the trophies on my shelf
I wanna live like everyone else
Be anyone but myself

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