1. |
Envelop
05:13
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An Oasis of patience,
hard to find.
I wanna drink deep drips
and sips of cool liquid.
Drops dribble onto
my lips, like a soft blanket
wrapped around a naked flame.
Extinguished anguish
makes my skin squish.
All of the shaking,
my body wants to shake off
all this tight energy.
Short sudden tremors
running through the living room
rattling glasses and furniture.
A Glass Bottle
full of clear liquid
sits on a shelf high above,
high above.
The tremors make
the bottle topple
it smashes but the glass disappears
and what is left,
it envelops me.
It envelops me.
It envelops me.
It envelops me.
It envelops me.
It envelops me,
wraps around me,
oh the sweet release!
It envelops me.
And it feels like
my lovers skin.
And it feels like
I’m playin’ guitar.
And it feels like taking
cool sips.
And it feels like
driving in my car.
It envelops me….
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2. |
Rollin'
05:56
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Rollin’ on, rollin’ on
like a Californian dream.
Rollin’ on like a
wave in the sea.
Rollin’ on, rollin’ on
like the colours that you made.
Rollin’ on like the
wind in our sails.
I once believed to change the world
I need only change myself.
All I could see there before me was malleable, to be felt.
But now I’ve seen those ripples reflecting the daring light of the sun.
And I can’t see those dotted lines
connecting everyone.
I once believed to save the world
I need only save myself.
All I perceived there before me
was yearning, to be held.
But now I’ve tried to sympathise
I’m lying low and tired.
I need that from you which I gave to you.
Don’t leave me undesired.
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3. |
Wattle Trees
03:23
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When the wattle trees are warm
and the willows leaves are long
I will sit and I'll remember.
When I’m dancing in the rain
or I’m going half insane
I will sit and be aware.
When the times are getting tough,
when the tides are getting rough
I’ll stretch my arms and float above it
I love it and all the ways
it does embrace me
here.
When the subtle sunlight sings
and the winter wind it rings
I will sit right here inside it.
And when the nighttime knows its way
and the moon is bright and pale
I will sit right here inside it.
When the drinking bottles drum
and the breaking has begun
It will be beautiful and holy,
and slowly I will accept it
all and smile right
now.
When the pretty people laugh
at our philosophies so daft
I will hold them close and love.
And when the people go away
and the stillness starts to sway
I will let them go and love.
When the battle breaks aloud
and the fiercest love is found
I’ll feel it strong and sweat and
only forget,
for to know the unknown
All must lose their
way.
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4. |
A Ghost in Time
04:59
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I know that the world is in front of me,
but I cannot see beyond the scenery.
Although it is something so obvious,
seemingly it lives in my periphery.
I know that the world is a-wandering,
but I cannot see the path in front of me.
Old animal, ancient and powerful,
will I ever see your totality.
I know there is
a ghost that lives
in time, in step,
behind your head.
I know that the wind can be seen only
by noticing the leaves dancing in the trees.
Will I ever participate
in a formless thing that only demonstrates?
Like moon, massaging the ocean
with invisible fingers and magic lotions.
I know that the world is a mystery,
but sometimes they take that away from me.
I know there is
a ghost that lives
in step, in time,
behind your mind.
And I pull away
your barricades.
And I break them in,
your partitions.
And I open wide,
your doors that slide.
And I break them in,
your doors that swing.
For the ghost…
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5. |
Breakday
07:40
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Swim under the ocean...
Swim under the sea…
A tall horn blows a low note.
A slow goat chews and spits thorns.
An old crown on a white post
rides a black crow to a new hope.
A new hope made in factories,
blades cut old trees, screams, machinery
in the ghost fernery.
A greenhouse, a glasshouse.
A glass eye, a gold tooth.
A lighthouse, an old grave.
An old light. A new paved path
built to last. Planned obsolescence,
Fearful fluorescence.
White teeth. Black suit.
Black heart. Fake teeth.
Scraped knees. Dead trees.
Same old lawsuit.
Caffeine fuels the fear dreams
of the woke hopeless.
The broke, lost,
like a church popeless.
Swim under the ocean...
Swim under the sea…
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6. |
Nightfix
05:26
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My sorrows are like sharks,
the more I drown them, the more they thrive.
Careless wishes. Floating fishes.
Fleshy tissues, on the menu.
A little bit makes a big difference.
Suited to avoid, dressed for success.
Or, rooted in the void. Naked,
and not feeling lesser for it.
A short stop from a slow start.
The right wounds fit the right heart.
The light moves and the light parts the dark.
As much as I want to,
I can blame no one for the dark.
Not even you.
The darkness comes and the darkness goes of its own accord.
But sometimes I can’t deal with it...
How can I operate ethically in a system designed to use my best intentions against me?
Subvert my base desires for love. My ambition. Expanding.
The signs of life, the signature of god, unwittingly scrawled upon a contract with the devil.
How can I use my energy effectively, when I’m in debt already?
To the future!
The Australian dream!
The funding of mash potato retirement!
Greasing the cappuccino drenched gears of the cake walking machine.
As much as I want to,
I can thank no one for the light.
Not even you.
The light comes and the light goes of its own accord.
But sometimes I can’t deal with it...
Sometimes I can’t deal with it,
Whether a trick of the light or a slight of hand,
I can't stand it.
Makes my skin itch.
Sometimes I can’t deal with
so I try to make it go away with a chemical cocktail that tastes bad and feels great
for a moment, then it's over.
Sometimes I can’t feel in this
fake skin made from a pig,
just a babe, and it feels too tight
and I can’t even right now.
We are complicit.
But if you’re looking down the line trying to find
someone to blame it’s just a game and then its over.
And if you’re trying to forgive,
well it’s better than forgetting
but requires a letting go
too difficult for most.
Give it a go.
Sometimes I can’t deal with it,
Whether a trick of the light or a slight of hand,
I can't stand it.
Makes my skin itch.
Some say you gotta kill to live.
Well, I am not naive,
but I do believe there is a difference
between murder and slaughter
and sacrifice
and overkill.
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7. |
Too Easy
07:58
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Oh Hopelessness,
I Want to receive you.
Grow as big as you can get.
Oh, tell me how to love you.
Oh waiting pain,
I’m at the end of my own game.
I’m so sorry I forgot my way.
I’m so sorry I forgot my way.
But it’s so easy to forget.
And it’s so easy to forget.
And it’s so easy to forget.
If I try to reach your mind
I come up against a great wall.
So I’ll kneel down and write,
and write, and write.
And stuff it in a little bottle
and throw it over.
And I’ll sing out,
loud as my small body can carry.
And I’ll sing out,
loud,
to make you remember.
But it’s so easy to forget.
And it’s so easy to forget.
And it’s so easy to forget.
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8. |
Ruby
02:34
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9. |
A Difference in the Wind
07:48
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Turn,
again,
again, on my door.
Turn again on my door.
And if you could just see me having fun.
You would only see me having fun.
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10. |
Another World
06:08
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He painted pictures with the colours of another world…
Spreading itself
outward in all directions.
Enveloping
all the parks and trees
and conversations
is a patience
I can’t buy
with money or time
‘cos this money of mine
is made of trying.
Trying, trying, trying
is giving me a stomach ache.
I clench my teeth when I’m asleep,
and when I’m awake
my mind's distracted
by the chaos of a manic twirl.
I think it’s rising up through me
from some other world
A world I can’t understand and don’t want to.
A place I’ll never see but only imagine.
‘Cause in me is the instruction to define endlessly.
And I’m caught trying to reconcile
where I’ve come from,
with where I’m going.
Things getting quicker,
but in me a slowing.
And in the middle
of the endless outcomes
I’m standing like a captain
of a war submarine.
And the crew don’t understand me
when I say I’m troubled.
And they don't believe me
when I say I’m fine.
But no one really cares,
we’re all prepped for battle,
and everyones in love on
the firing line.
I struggle to remember
that this isn’t real.
I can’t seem to believe that
this is just a joke, or a dance.
Feels more like pulling
something heavy up a hill
while having to maintain
inane conversation.
He painted pictures with the colours of another world,
I wonder if is the same world my songs are from.
It feels like it matters,
It feels like it matters!
What can I prove by that?
What am I trying to prove?
Feels like I’m pulling random objects from another world.
Feels like my soul is bound to something in another world.
Feels like the scale’s being balanced by another world.
Feels like I might have been created by another world.
I paint worlds with colours of my words and sounds.
Feels like I mindlessly created countless other worlds.
Feels like I remedy the sickness of another world.
Feels like the answers being hidden from me in some other world.
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