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Made of Hurt, Made of Charcoal, Made of Birdsound

by Photo of the Moon

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brendanconicella This collection teleports me to two places; to a place that feels a little like the days I can recall of my hometown, in my early twenties waifing about as a young hopeful artist and cursed hopeless romantic, yet also intimately to the present moment, reflecting, honest and blissfully vulnerable. Such a rarity with albums I find as I age.

Bravo mate. Long live the local gems. Favorite track: Melbourne.
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1.
Have It 03:37
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..
2.
Death of She 03:55
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?
3.
Melbourne 05:13
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...
4.
Noontide 04:52
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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6.
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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Over many years spent in closets, bedrooms, fancy studios, and a haunted church hall, comes this collection of songs. It's not perfect, hello, but it's ready!

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released July 16, 2022

Joshua Ingle - Strings: Photo of the Moon, Death of She
Caitlin O'Reilly - Backing vocals: Photo of the Moon
Tim Evans - Drums: Noontide
Timothy Merrikin - Double Bass: Raining

Original photo by Sebastian Winter

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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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