1. |
Freeze Town
02:54
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A freeze town
of places I have known
look at me now
and the faces I have shown
a seed down
a space becomes a home
pull a weed out
to see where it has grown
can’t you see now
my heart is out on loan
look at me now
no longer on my own
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2. |
Away Again
03:12
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sequences we all ignore
combinations at the open door
away again
incognito
we applaud
reality is charged as a fraud
away again
feminising seeds that becomes spore
always taking
never making more
away again
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3. |
Cooling Sun
03:27
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You're a cooling sun
let it go
I'm a fooling one;
thought you'd know by now
when you're dead to rights
and it shows
you just want to fight
now
I want nothing at all
Yet the posty comes to my door
bringing junk mail from work
like I want to be there some more
do we dance for fun ?
Or is it a chore?
Would it still be down,
just yourself on the floor?
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4. |
Derek
03:22
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When we crossed paths I thought you'd stay for longer
then the sun went down and they told me you'd went under
but three weeks before you gave your stuff away
you hugged the girls and gave me your records to play
and it only feels like you've gone somewhere far
and I'll bring you home while I play your old guitar
There's a man at work who sort of speaks the same,
we talk old songs I know you loved and played,
at the end of the night when I drop the needle down,
it's as close as I get to having you around.
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5. |
7:30
03:00
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7:30,
the heating is still on,
and I'm so dirty;
I don't think that I belong
but if you'll clean me up
I'll hold you all night long
I am hurting
so I'll sing it in a song
the worlds against me
how could my horoscope be wrong?
Shouldn't have looked it up,
maybe cancer is called that for a reason.
I'm above you,
stuck between the roof and the ceiling,
13 years old,
religious logic's unappealing
and if hells below,
why is praying always done best kneeling ?
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6. |
Last Stop: Range Street
02:47
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If you're feeling muddy let me hose you down
we can build a cubby form the sheets on the ground
I can brush your hair whilst we lay on the lounge;
While the fire's burning steady,
and The Beach Boys play loud,
while the fire's burning steady,
and The Beach Boys play loud.
Uber-eats some dumplings,
hey no stress, It's my shout!
You pay just enough by simply being around
We can speak a lot
or we can speak no sound
While the fire's burning steady,
and The Beach Boys play loud,
While the fire's burning steady,
and The Beach Boys play loud.
And it changes,
and it makes us,
let it shape us
never breaking
I loved you just enough so you would stay in town
my heart has disappeared there's just a hole where it's found
time is ticking over,
I don't know where you're bound,
Now the fire has burnt out
and The Beach Boys have drowned
now the fire has burnt out
and The Beach Boys have drowned
and it changed us
And it shapes us
I can't fake it
That we're breaking
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7. |
Wish List
04:22
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When I’m down its pouring,
and when I’m home I’m boring
but you don’t seem to see that in me
you’re just as happy by the fire while we watch tv
I get up on Sunday
and it’s too late for breakfast
but I still cook pancakes for you
the batter’s lumpy but you still think they’re the best in the world
We head out to Smith street
just to grab Messina
it’s almost winter and the line is out the door,
I guess that’s why we keep coming back for more
You moved in after Christmas
and I was scared of commitment
I’ve never had to be an adult in my life before
and now there’s nothing in the world that I’d trade you for
not for all the records in My Discogs want list anymore.
there’s nothing in my life that I’d trade you for
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8. |
See My Self
04:02
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See my self
I'm crying
again
see my self
lying again
on this old shelf
I tidy
new again
throw your old letters,
drawings,
photos,
in the bin
but still you linger
in every pair of eyes
I look in
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9. |
Yellow-Tail
04:25
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My chest is screaming;
lust for you
I know that it is wrong
what can I do ?
You handed me a cup filled with tea
I held it to my lips
it's bitter just like me
the cards that I hold
for the wrong game
I only have my self
to place the blame
rambling at you in the van
I fear that I have shown my losing hand
call it what you will
it feels the same
when shapes begin to mould
please call my name
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10. |
KV Saved Me
04:28
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So please go slow,
these sleeping thoughts
they show
we bleed all we know
sew seeds
to trees
they'll grow
for what it's worth
I'll begin
repetition's wearing thing
you can't see what's within
for all you know
I'm living without sin
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11. |
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If you still see me when all the light is gone,
if you still think you can mend a heart forlorn
a dinner out
a hearty book
a picture from the trip we took
I don’t regret what I have left behind,
I’ll hold you up
when you can’t stand up
or yourself
I won’t give up
to be the one to help you change your mind
Over the hill,
not as green as your eyes
If thoughts are creeping
you wish you were no more,
if you keep weeping,
and drowning on the floor,
I’ll pack my things
and tuck you in
reflect the love you always bring
but never seem to mirror on yourself
I do believe that I’ve cashed in
I never saw this happening
I always spent the night time by myself
Over the hill
not as green as your eyes
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Gerard Starling Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne's Gerard Starling is a folky force to be reckoned with. Channeling Neil Young, with a nod to the haunting Elliott Smith vocal. Gerard invites you into his complex mind, wistfully observing life's incarnations.
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