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I lost you
03:20
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I lost you, waiting in the last lighted room. It went dark and you were gone.
I lost you, feeling the windows with my hands, kicking over tables and chais, tripping uo the stairs.
I’ve been throwing spaghetti at the wall. It just withers and falls.
There’s a wind blowing in the middle of this blackened room. It runs up my back and laughs in my face.
Now I need you. Wondering what you’d say and wondering what you’d do.
From the middle of this dark room I know I can’t be far from you.
From the middle of this dark room I know I haven’t really lost you.
From the middle of a tablecloth we’ll body surf until the swell drops off but nothing really ever stops.
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Balloons
03:50
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Wet like rain like falling like leaves. Hot like summer like reflections on the sea. Lost like lighting like dogs at midnight. Born like morning like rivers of light.
Fun like the first like running all the way. Burnt like toast like the middle of the day. Songs like tears like cheeks like pushbikes. Change like a friend like traffic lights.
Love like clouds like balloons in the sky. Sadness like needles like sickening heights. New like shiny like laughing like teeth like missing like maybe like is it just me?
Broke like a bone like the screen on your phone. Giddy like a kid like stumbling home. Sorry like a knot like a wave like a breath. Gone like a key like the sea like death.
Love like clouds like balloons in the sky. Sadness like needles like sickening heights. New like shiny like laughing like teeth like missing like maybe like is it just me?
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See them leave
03:07
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I sat on the grass and I folded my legs, watched the night roll past and come back again.
It rained all night, but I didn’t get wet. The black cockatoo’s wings hanging over my head.
I didn’t want to yell but I didn’t have a choice.
Sometimes you’re surprised by the sound of your own voice.
The frogs marched in like inquisitors on the hill, they said they knew what I’d done and asked how it feels.
And that black cockatoo just kept staring me down, he said it’s much too late for me to save you now.
And I thought, what are the chances of your finding me here?
But it’s probably not that uncommon this time of year.
I watched him disappear over the back of the trees, melting into the night and away from me.
And I sat on the grass and tried not to chew my nails. I inhaled for four and I held it for four and I exhaled.
I wasn’t ready to fight but I would have for you.
Sometimes you have to do what you don’t want to do.
I don’t know what to say but I know what to believe.
You might not hear them coming but you always see them leave.
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Every single bee
03:14
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I can feel the sunshine shining through the roof. I can feel it breaking, aching like a tooth. I can see the rain descending from the clouds. I can see the morning come and turning back around.
I can feel the wind blow, blowing us away. I can see the grass grow stronger every blade. I can see the bees kissing flowers in the yard. Buzzing down the street and it doesn’t seem so hard.
Where can you go when you only see the dark? When you wake up in the night and you don’t know where you are. When you fumble for the light but you don’t know where you left it.
I can hear the clock tick, ticking from the first. I can see the full moon just about to burst. Looking out the window, watch the sky go dark. I can feel the turning, burning in our hearts.
What is the use in understanding why? When the morning comes along just as surely as the night. And I’d rather stay in bed but I’m up before the sun is.
The jacaranda leaves are falling to the ground. Crying purple tears but they never make a sound. Nests of baby magpies, empty like our hearts. Fending for themselves, man, they grow up so fast.
And I can see the path of the sun in the sky. Every twist and turn as it hurtles into night. I can see the path of you and me. And every single bee.
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If my lips will let me
03:51
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If my lips will let me, I will put them to your cheek.
Since your wind has swept me, I’ve been blowing all over the street.
I am terrified; I’m not sure I’m what you need.
Please do not forget me.
If my feet will take me, I will appear at your door.
Watching the waves breaking, but we won’t get wet anymore.
We are out of our depth, but we are hardly finished yet.
And no one else can save me.
If my hands will hold you, I will press them to your chest.
When the morning folds you, I’ll untangle all the mess.
We could stay all day. There’s nothing I would rather do.
And when I say it, I mean it.
If my brain will slow down and hear what others have to say.
My heart will make it known now, because I’m just getting in the way.
I cannot pretend, but I cannot deny the proof.
And I am sure I love you.
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You don't need the moon
02:35
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I didn’t say that it doesn’t rain.
I just meant that it doesn’t rain as much as they say.
Come near, I’m right here.
Those clouds will thin out and disappear.
I didn’t say that it’s not true and who knows anyhow?
So go home, do what you’ve got to do.
But you don’t need the moon.
And I know cos love comes from within you.
Don’t say that nothing has changed because I don’t buy it.
And don’t say that you feel better because you don’t look it.
The sun and the sky are on fire.
The temperature’s low, the tide is high.
But you don’t need the moon.
Because love comes from within you.
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We swam out to sea
05:34
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All night you lied there, pretended to be sleeping. Closed tight your eyes when I reached out in the morning. Angels of light on our pillows like a trampoline. Jumping up and down but you didn’t see anything.
You didn’t see anything.
Wind shook the house and I thought we might fall down. Threw the doona on the bed and said are you ready to go now? Hair in your face but I thought I caught a brief smile. You opened your eyes and the sun shone for a little while.
The sun shone for a little while.
We swam out to sea on a beautiful day. The water was warm and the fish led the way. Our friends on the shore just stood there and waved. They just stood there and waved.
White, blue and green in the sky like a billboard. Tall as a tree, it was closer than we thought. Smoke in the air but it smelt like spring had come. It caught me unaware but I wasn’t the only one.
I wasn’t the only one.
We swam out to sea as the sun went down. Where rivers and streams run into the clouds. We were holding our breath as the shadows called out. The shadows called out.
Boiling tea will burn your tongue and you’ll spit it out but left to sit, for just a moment, is all it needs. It’s all it needs. It’s all I need.
Don’t pull the curtains I want to see the moon tonight. And let my dreams soak in the heavenly glow of light. I was always certain that fullness was everything. But that sliver in the sky makes me reconsider everything. I have to reconsider everything.
We swam out to sea on a wide open night. The stars led the way as they sung in the sky. The currents were strong, we hardly had to try. We hardly have to try.
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8. |
This time last year
03:37
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Everything was glowing, everything was singing. The wind was hardly blowing, my ears were hardly ringing. Everything was sleepy but everything was clear. Everything was better this time last year.
We were all alone but we weren’t lonely. We watched the grass grow and it grew softly. We stood apart but our hearts were always near. I believed in forever this time last year.
Full moons and high tides and westerly winds. The sand so hot we’d have to sprint.
The days weren’t difficult. In fact, they were quite easy. We weren’t trying to kill time. We were letting it go peacefully. We weren’t trying to burn bright but still found our faces seared.
We sailed along the ocean and hardly had to steer. I’m trying not to miss this time last year.
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