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There was a light in my head
Wanted to die but I burned instead
Sunlight in my eyes
Watched the earth revolve from a flower bed
But the good times end too soon
Feeling upside down in an empty room
It’s that kind of day
Got lost somehow, some way
In the park I called your name
Blue and green Saturday...
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The Gabys - Your Spell
01:49
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Washed up by the sea
Yours to keep
So unique
Your friends seem to land
In your hand
Your command
Seem to land
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I didn’t write you
And you didn’t write me
We may now close the book
There is nothing to see
I mean what I say
And I say what I mean
I mean what you say
If you see what I mean
We don’t have words for each other
We are the words ourselves
Oh, how we speak to each other
And listen to nobody else
You are the word, not its meaning
We are the words themselves
How we relate to each other
And don’t understand what we say
You’re quite self-assured
It’s in black and white
You spell all your words
With the letter ‘I’
Well maybe I’m bold
You’re just too polite
You rhyme with every single
Word you come by
Now turn the page slowly
Turn the page slowly
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I wax, you wane
You wax, I wane
I crossed all the way
You got your feet chopped and I’m here to stay,
estranged, on this sunken rock
Screaming and barking, you were louder than talking,
feedback shot sparks
You’re so clear, you move the fear
We’re all bunched up, no standing here
Give birth to the body
Kill the old bitch
Fire
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Chateau
How Long on the Platform
Race between the stations
Racing into the wide
How long to put aside…
a failure then faint
Recess in a minute, now
It’s recess in the wards
How long in the wallet now
Waitin for your pay
A decent job
A decent day
How long on the platforms
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If pushed, best guess. Avenues. Dead ends.
Under duress. Only three ways back. To schooling.
Though local, I am lost. Is it just me?
Therein lies the problem. Ahead, old haunts. Again. Refrain. Forever in hiding.
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8. |
Drunk Elk - Euros
03:00
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This is the song about how the words don’t work
I’ll try and think and get another verse
The verse should begin like this... about how I’m hypnotised
by the ocean in your eyes
And you don’t have to talk to me,
you can be my muse and visit me like a breeze
Make it happy, make it sad
Your gift is all I ever had
And the memories of these words are dead
This is the song that was inspired by your voice...
by song by your... by your song
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I’m on the fruit and nuts
I’m feeling very tough
I’m working overtime
Practicing my lines
I come here every day
We say the same old things
Things about the price and shame
How very, very far it came
How very, very far it came
I can see your mother cared a lot
Your body’s made of fruit and nuts
You look like you’re made of the good stuff
The good stuff, the good stuff
I try not to think too much
I spend my AM’s in the club
Seeing you completes my day
In a way, in a way
Black coffee gets me to the door
All the way from Ecuador
I memorise the words to say
But commerce often gets in the way
You’re my north, guiding star
Peace of mind to know where you are
To know you’re just three blocks away
In the same place, every day
But money always gets in the way
Money always gets in the way
And you feel like you are on display
Made beautiful by fruit and nuts
The good stuff, the good stuff,
the good stuff
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Tip-toe in darkness
It’s Chaos on Meridian
United remedies
Only temporary
The silence is burning
Ignited by a melody
The wound that never heals
In so deep but hard to reach
It’s wearing thin, oh Seraphin
Running dry, I’m breaking in
Now we’ve come to be the curse
Scraping dirt from under our skin
Going back to sleep (again)
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Daily Toll - Time
07:07
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Writing names across your neck
Made it home but now I am a wreck
Was a word that could not be said
Was the ground before I became lead
Was the earth before I turned clay
It took time
And the sand is falling fast
Through the borrowed hourglass
We could clench against the task
Or hide within the past
Knowing nothing really lasts
Even towers become tall grass
In good time
Circles are forming
Behind our eyes
(In good time)
I am pulling strands of your hair
From between the pillowcase
I am following a trace
It’s a letter once engraved
On the footpath outside your place
We will walk it once again
If there’s time
We’ll make amends in our time
In good time
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Went to the city lights
Trying to think of you
I haven’t picked design
There’s somewhere near you
Out my window now
Tried to stay alone
And almost seems so calm
Why’d it take so long
Night comes a crazy change
Don’t you forget to know
And don’t be afraid to change
It’s not where you have to go
Night comes crawling in
And opening up to you
The the same as it’s ever been
I am coming home to you
To you my love
I’m coming home to you
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A Colourful Storm Melbourne, Australia
Record label curated by Moopie. We also offer recording, mixing and mastering services by Klon Dump.
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