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Winter
04:12
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Winter, promise, promise
Promise you’ll end
I’m willing to beg
It’s not the chill, it’s
Just the death
I think I’m still dreaming
The walls are peeling
Light fitting leaking
This is your captain speaking
I cannot bring you to my mouth
But I’m willing to beg-
Can I bring you to my mouth?
I’m willing to beg
Winter, promise, promise
Promise you’ll end
Did I mention I’ll beg?
It’s not the chill, it’s
Just the death
I think I’m still dreaming
The walls are peeling
Light fitting leaking
This is your captain speaking
I think I’m still breathing
I just stare at the ceiling
Light fitting screaming,
This is your captain leaving
Can I bring you to my mouth?
Winter, promise, promise…
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2. |
Blossoms
03:37
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I can’t be sorry enough
For bringing it up
I wish you could see yourself like I see you
Love is holding your tongue
Folds with a shrug
I wish you could see yourself like I see you
Is there something you want
To take the edge off
I wish you could see yourself like I see you
Am I losing my touch
I fold with a shrug
I wish you could see yourself like I see you
Blossoms pouring all around
That want to crown you
Drown you
And do I worry too much
Does it put you off
I wish I could see myself like you see me
Love is holding your tongue
Is just holding on
I wish I could see myself like you see me
Blossoms pouring all around
That want to crown you
Drown you
I can’t be sorry enough…
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3. |
Just for the Feeling
04:23
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When this started,
You were living
That makes it hard to finish
Makes it hard to get on with it
Makes it hard to make decisions
When this started,
You were breathing -
Keep your hands where I can see them
Through the whole bar,
Your voice pealing
You’d crush a friend
Just for the feeling
Did I close my eyes
Say I don’t mind,
Let you take a swipe
Keep what you like
I can see you now, I’m
Not even trying
Three beers in and then
You’re flying
A coin toss; be it bile or kindness
Your dam water eyes
Still swim with violence
I go on living,
Without your breathing
I go on living
Not quite believing
Though I always had to
Feign ignorance-
I go on living,
Without your breathing
I go on living
Not quite believing
Though I always had to
Feign ignorance-
Now it doesn’t matter
That I closed my eyes
Said I don’t mind
Let you take a swipe
Keep what you like
You can’t keep that, it’s mine
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4. |
Everything
03:45
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Just think of other things,
That’s what I tell myself
I wash you nightly from my hair
And watch you round the plug hole melt
I don’t need you to
Go to hell for me
To regain my health
But it might help
The soft dirt comes to mind,
A heaving carousel
Where voices swung and hacked the air
Where stars like dust motes fell
Electric hum
Trees standing sentinel
Iron bark buds,
Pink as my tongue
Everything
You did to me –
Shall I do to you?
Do to you
I think of other things
I fill up every cell
With all you’re not – but there’s
Your hot breath down my neck like caramel
Pull apart like fruit
But do not leave a bruise
Go on, go on, go on, and
Spoil yourself
All I feel is tired
All I hear is fire
Your choking lighter
All I hear is get inside
All I feel, it’s getting tight
Time is serpentine
The whites of your eyes
Smiling like headlights
All I feel is fire
All I hear is crying
Your choking lighter
All I feel is how it bites
All I hear is powerlines
Time is serpentine
The reds of your eyes
Shining like leadlight
Everything
You did to me –
Shall I do to you?
Do to you
Everything
You did to me –
Shall I do to you?
Do to you
Just think of other things.
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5. |
Careful
02:03
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Careful when you bare your soul
Careful not to bare it all
Careful as you give away
Words that you might need some day
Dreams bring you here from the dead
Mornings take you back again
If you’re going to go away
Leave nothing here in your place
But what are you, now that there’s
A date and time at which you end?
Sediment that’s sinking fast
To the bottom of my heart
Careful when you bare your soul
Careful not to bare it all
Careful as you give away
Words that you might need some day.
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Bubblegum
04:36
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The neighbours won’t look us in the eye
The neighbours don’t want to say hi
They rush their shopping bags inside
The neighbours won’t look us in the eye
The man behind is too close in the line
Come on now, it won’t kill you to smile
You have a lovely day
I was trying
The man behind is too close in the line
I thought I was speaking, no one’s looking up
Her jewellery stains her skin with pools of blood
And makes the sound of bones pulling apart
I thought I was speaking, no one’s looking up
And what have you done with my idea of love?
What in the world could you be thinking of?
Faith that dilates, then snaps like bubblegum
What have you done with my idea of love?
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7. |
Keep Up
03:57
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It’s day one thousand and fifty-two
I’m so tired from missing you
What am I even listening to
What am I even trying to prove
I can’t keep up
I can’t keep up
And we know how to turn any sky
Into a cell
And we know how to any desire
In on itself
I can’t keep up
I can’t keep up
Well my heart should leap up and swipe at the roof of my mouth
For all the corruption it’s been spouting out
And does all light retreat as life becomes about
When to pay for what, and how?
I can’t keep up
Go, heart, leap up
Cos I’m so tired from missing you
I’m so tired from missing you
And we know how to turn any sky
Into a cell
And we know how to any desire
In on itself
I can’t keep up
Go, heart, leap up
I can’t keep up
Go, heart, leap up
One by one, each dream, I’m freezing
But they were so nice to believe in
To let them live would be misleading
But you were so nice to believe in
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8. |
Fantasise
03:18
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I found you very hard to find
Will I overlook your earthly crimes?
I found you very hard to find
Now all I do is fantasise
Washing rotting on the line
Headlights bleed in through the blinds
You’re my idea of paradise
As I circle you with treadless tyres
Look what I’ve done with paradise
Look what I’ve done with paradise
I’ve long stopped feeding fuel to fires
Twice the yield, half of the time
A new definition of desire
When all you do is fantasise
All I do is fantasise…
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9. |
Milk & Honey
02:41
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What could I do, you’re
All milk and honey
How could I move when
Time has gone running
I’m beyond truth now
Don’t interrupt me
What could I do when
You were so lovely?
Come water the weeds
I want all things to succeed
How can I make you laugh?
Shut down and restart
When old wounds rent out
Entire rooms in my heart
Come water the weeds
I want all things to succeed
Come water the weeds
I want all things to succeed
And then there are always
Things we don’t mention
Days come already
Snapped at their stems
Return to sender
Fountain of letters,
All because dead friends
Can’t answer questions
I want all things to succeed
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10. |
Confetti
04:28
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Where are you now?
I’m beached on this couch
I’ve been here for hours
Why don’t you go out?
All of my veins have unwound
Can I hear your voice?
Just as soon as I’ve picked
All these bones from
my mouth
Your questions are confetti
Catching the light
I’ve got the words honey
If you’ve got the time
In each passing face
I see yours,
Life just plays without pause
Barely give it a thought
When last night’s headlines
This morning shine the tiles
Hold me like a grudge
Well it seems you’ve been evening
The score
Your questions are confetti
Catching the light
I’ve got the words honey
If you’ve got the time
But you can’t catch a break
And I can’t catch your eye
And I want to know why
You hear an elegy,
I hear a lullaby
You sense sweet sanctity
I feel the hearse go by
Your gaze cuts satellites
Down from the sky
While I wait like a saint
To be cut down-
Your gaze cuts satellites
Down from the sky
While I wait like a saint
To be cut down to size
Your questions are confetti
Catching the light
I’ve got the words honey
If you’ve got the time
Time
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