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Have It
03:37
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I dont wanna see you
I ain't got no good news to tell you
I dont wanna see you
When I aint got no good news left to tell you anymore
It's been too goddamn long
Since I smiled at nothing
I look out at the water
Swear it should mean something, swear I should be something
I shouldnt need to feel heartbroken
Cause I've been down here before
It's alright, I learned to tread water
When I was young..
I dont know what people want
But I certainly don't
have it..
right now..
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2. |
Death of She
03:55
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I'm just barely undead
Over and over it
Could not claw out
Would not settle it down
Aspersions all the same
Saying stuck is a state of mind
Try being stuck sometime
Unfuck me sibylline
All this work will be
The death, the death of she
I am her and he is me
In a moment we'll be free
wont we?
My trust rarely unsaid
Under and under it
Could not gnaw in
Would not meddle the warning
I'll be gone just by morning/mourning
That's the way that its going
Fuck me it's storming
All this talk will be
The death the death of she
I am her and he is me
In a moment we'll be free
Wont we?
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3. |
Melbourne
05:13
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Leaving
In two hours
Leaving
In two years
And everything in between
Is transposing
All of the thought in a highway
Splitting up on Flinders Street
You're struggling to find your feature
Crack the pavement, clasp the heat sure
Handed such a quick defeat but you're still here
(Vignette 1)
From waking in that misty dawn
To fanfare at her chamber door
Where surprise would make her cry
The love of the world
Left the freezing for the thawing
Left the dreaming for the morning
Masterpieces that you're forming
Gotta know that you're making your finest work,
So beautiful
Once you said that everyone should know
To breathe and hide away the phone
Dont let nobody in your home
I watched you take it on your own
But youre not alone
Not alone
(Vignette 2)
T'was August when I said to him
It may as well be snowing
So read your lines and die beside
Come February we'll hear the tide
We loved you
I loved you
You loved me too...
Love... love... love...
You're all inside my voice, when I sing
Da da da, da da dada da da da...
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Noontide
04:52
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Come sit by your outside
Outlined, you're our kind
Counted the wayside
Drained by the noontide
So run... back
Why run..? back
What's done..
When we try to make that right?
Right. What's right?
Unsteady you, went and sealed that
Once your view drew to the back
Not yet ready to abstract
Wading through, down where you're paralysed at
So run... back
Can't run..? back
What's done..
When we try to make that right?
We try to make that right...
No I don't belong here
No weathering along here
It holds me, it haunts me
And I sell myself the story
I'm selling myself..
Dressing in a plain black coat
Foreign arms, for your love
Dressing in a flame you hope
That the one you hold wont burn you up
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Photo of the Moon
03:40
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I am a photo of the Moon by the lakeside
I am a photo of the Moon by the lakeside
Head's coming up from the water, with your crown
Made of hurt, made of charcoal, made of birdsound
(sound...)
Could at first, you'd agree
Haven't learn'd uncertainty
Could at first, you'd agree
One of us would starve the fleet
I am a crater in the town, made it far down
I am a crater in the town, made it for Her
She's coming up, she's the daughter of the South
Made of hurt, made of charcoal, made of birdsound
(sound...)
And if all you could see
Watermarks are memory(s)
Then all you could see
Surely we could save us three
I'm a photo of the Moon
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Photo of the Moon Newcastle, Australia
“Made of hurt, made of charcoal, made of bird sound”
Alternative folkiness, from Newcastle.
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