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Haunted House
03:46
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A cave without a name, a bed without a body
There's a sound in the hollows of your wall
Kick the wall below, leave on all the lights and fall asleep
With your back against the door
And where are you now
Are you anywhere
In a dream you found what you've been looking for
And as your eyes adjust you know it's gone
A cave without a name, a voice without a body
In a the wall you can hear a woman sing
And were you still asleep when the body sunk beneath
And fell apart in the rhythm of a stream
And where are you now
Are you next to me
In a dream I found what I've been looking for
When I wake I'm holding nothing at all
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Fold
05:07
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Oh stormy light, the gold and the gray
The end of the world or a busy day
Feeling all torn apart
The head from the heart
Feels like it's moving without me
And faced with all the endless horror
I’ll fade
I’ll fold
There's violence in a passive feeling
Can't go without I go within
Another year down, another year down
A few more regrets and a new sound
You start up a fight on an internet site
Kicking at shadows in the moonlight
Another city burns and then goes silent
And I’ll fade
I’ll fold
So I’ve set a monthly task reminder
Don't fade
Don't fold
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3. |
The Callcentre
03:34
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Ken, your office smells strange in the cold light of the day
Like a mix of cheap cologne and the scent of human fear
The exotic plants that won't die or grow are dull with dust and grime
As you joke bout my KPI’s, did I just hear you say
Watch your back, better watch your back boy
Watch your back, better watch your back in this world
Staring into nothing in the break room, on the couch
Amir’s behind the TV swapping cords to fix the sound
How the months just seem to pass me by, but this day won't seem to end
Now I watch the silent news man's mouth, did I just see him say
Watch your back, better watch your back boy
Watch your back, better watch your back in this world
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4. |
Easy Way
03:36
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Easy way on an easy day
You're a lonesome cloud dissolving
Promise made, in the breeze it fades
With the songs your mother sang to you
Before you broke her heart in two
Turning towards yourself
Watch it fall away now
You watch it fall away
Grandma tree do you remember me
I remember all your smells
Both scarred up where the knife was stuck
We bled a while and then grew up
The pilots saw your shape above
The early morning fog
We watch you fall away now
We watch you fall away
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Lightning
04:12
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Lightning below, recycled air
And your lover’s tense
You cry too easily at the action onscreen
Now she’s fast asleep
Try not to think too much ‘bout
Why you ain’t falling towards the water
A handsome hostess looks your way
And you start thinking you’ve still got it
Before you realise you’ve hit the button
For assistance
Lightning below, ice on the glass
And a tiny light
Somewhere beyond earplugs and eye mask
Your mother prays aloud
Staring for hours
Time moves like an ocean frozen over
Little tin boat, bigger than an island
In the water, warm and violent
Over rocks and under lightning
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Time, Oh Time
03:45
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A busy room, you check your watch, now you're alone again
The winter's stuck, your belly's full but it's never enough
Gimme time, more time
Time, oh time
Oh fractal eyes oh country air oh nervous head
She pointed out a star told me it's name and that it's probably dead
In the morning I wind the watch that my grandpa left
On the day he died I didn’t cry was I stuck in my head
Gimme time, more time
Time, oh time
On a cold windy beach on Bruny Island
We emerge from the surf, naked and feeling wild
Caught a fish but didn't know what to do with it
I had to kill it with a rock felt like crying and throwing up
On Buffalo the snow turns grey and then starts to flow
Sweet hazel Mae, she don't ask how she just grows
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Hazel Mae
02:02
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Duet
04:21
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You hold your breath and surface in another place
The air is cool the light is warm the talking’s nice
You've got a couple jokes to tell a thousand times
I think they're better every time
Shine a torch inside your room
Are you somewhere in here
I’m sorry that I left without you
Did I ever say I love you
You trust me like I tell you to and take the jump
But you screwed the angle hit the water with a clap
And when we ride our bikes you say you've hurt your knee
There's nothing wrong that I can see
Growing up is feeling helpless
Incredulous and scared
All of me projected on you
Did I ever say I love you
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Mother
04:10
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He was found in the car, a hose through the window
The warm exhaust pushed out all the air
And my mother took his last phone call
In a loud bar, 19, on tour in the snow
How could she know anything of her father’s plans
So she rushed the call
As the music played inside the bar
In the moonlight all the snow absorbed the sound
Outside
When I was young in the car on the road in the summer
I swore I’d never leave you alone
Drink your tears
Eat your fear
Inherited your Roman nose, your stage fright
And all your love
And though I always had to leave
In the sunlight sounds reflect across a sea
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10. |
Move Like Water
03:57
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Move Like Water flowing
A river takes your hand
You dance in tide and currents
The trees collide and sway
On a moonless night
You drift alone you hear the dark say
I will eat you whole
I'll eat your eyes and suck out all your bones
On a holiday baby
To lose ourselves
In the shade of a mountain
I find myself
Lying on your back
the bugs and stars collide and sway
The sky is overgrown
There’s nothing here for you to call your own
So move like water flowing
Move like water
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11. |
Violent Man
02:36
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On my way to feeling
More like a man
Staring at the ceiling
Nervous and busy hands
Try to talk
Pull up the sorrow sink through the floor
Violent man
Forgot the love alone in his head
Someone strokes my hair now
Kisses my cheek
The endless patience afforded
To a man in his weakness
Childish soul
Fear of a world you cannot control
Violent man
Forgot the love alone in my head
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12. |
My Heart
02:42
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Oh my heart’s in the north where the winters get tough
Though I know where to find her
I’m biding my time while my heart’s in the north
Took the train from the station where we said our goodbyes
Try and hide my crying from the stranger beside me
Though he did seem quite nice
On the plane was a baby that never stopped crying
In a feverish sleep I pictured how loving a mother you’ll be
Now the summer bears down on this leaky old house
Your voice is fresh water pulled over the sea
Rolling right into me
Oh my heart my lover my wife my best friend
I write this all down to find some new meaning
And I find you again
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