1. |
Country Vodafone
02:09
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how we gonna keep you from yourself?
how we gonna keep you from your
keep you from yourself?
the day you see your clothes are wearing you
Mistaking treading lightly now, for just sailing right through
when days rise like smoke and shatter at the gate
cos not even your nightmares hope to set your tiller straight
When you hear the river talking
And it’s not talking in code
It just wants what it is owed
Flowing in the way the mouths all open and close
as the infrastructure glows
you might wake and feel the fell of dark not day
if the ocean wasn’t bottomless
you’d push the boat away
but you woke up clutching scissors like a rose
And thought of what you’re wearing
when they cut us from our clothes
when you go down to the river
and the river says, “well, well well;
you are talking to yourself”
some things will erode and others
deepen like a shelf
they’re all bluffs or they are tells
listen to the
water lapping on the shells
how we gonna keep you from yourself?
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2. |
Concrete Islands
02:29
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Hey my old friend
We thought id meet you in the middle
But i left you there again
Weeks shaped like a row of broken noses
a message read but never sent
I thought i saw you on that island
Where the ring roads meet
But i see you on the ceiling when i;m half asleep
but the river turns wide and the mountain gets deep
Have i been reading this map all wrong?
Hey my old friend
i thought you’d meet me in the middle
but we know how that can end
I know there’s something here that I’m not getting
I'm never going to understanding
It can take a long time to get positions right
When the talking feels
like two mirrors just reflecting light
friends scatter like birds returning for the night
roosting on the hospital
But where we go i just don’t know
I’ve gotta gotta take it slow
And when we find some peace of mind
We might know / We’ll know
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3. |
You Singing
03:15
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1
the first time i saw you sing
you closed your eyes to keep the words in
but words they swing from cause to cause
we forget what’s in our trojan horse
Til it shows: just check the lock and, go, go, go
one day the voice won't pass the wall
i won’t remember you at all
but i still wait 2 3 4 5
For the sound of you singing;
2
The last time i saw you, man
Boiling water in a frying pan
but time flowed uphill in a blur
old flames shake with alzheimers
What does the water know?
I listen close, close, close
But a different wave on a different shore
Brings me back to where i was before
As i wait 2 3 4 5
For the sound of you singing;
3
Under the glass, over the bar
Between the day and the calendar
the fogline paint dries on the tar
the space that hangs between parked cars
these all snap closed: yes
Everything turns, turns, glows,
yes when your words they reach my ears
All these spaces disappear
As i wait 2 3 4 5
For the sound of you singing
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4. |
Ran Downhill
02:23
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in a Camry
Packed like a beehive
driving to Adelaide
bold as a pinprick
but gang aft a gley
is there something you came here to try not to say
so soon?
so soon?
the thread falls right through the loom
so soon,
so soon.
puppies are taken from their mothers
a dog forgets, a dog lives a life
we used to think about how much people’s parents made
now we just hope they’re all alive
too soon
Too soon
a horse runs away with a spoon
so soon,
so soon,
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5. |
Watching Nickelback
02:23
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Desire lines they all fold the grass
On every journey back into the past
You only find that you forget where you start
when you’re looking for a photograph
Is it the same for you? When you meet the eyes?
A magdalena or madeleine
Or weak theories of other minds
Put away the photograph
The lord broke the bread; the bread broke the lord
Hunger only dines in places that it can’t afford
one day sheep will graze on runway four
And there won’t be a photograph
every memory of walking in your door’s
the only photo I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it, sure
looking at this photograph
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6. |
Living Intestate
03:15
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V1
listening for god rattling her pots and her pans
I wake up and I’m clutching my phone
Thank god for all the things I don’t own
all cats all walk by their wild lone
their eyes travel but they never meet
the wind greeting and leaving the trees
CHORUS
I know we’ve got to talk
Oh brother it’s a long, long walk
V2
See we’ve been living like pensioners now
I think we saw all that we wish to unsee
I think i almost saw what was keeping you from me
and you’ve been giving away all of your things again
They’re going where you want to go
They’re going where you don’t want to know
CHORUS
I know we’ve got to talk
Oh sister it’s a long, long walk
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7. |
Saint Therese
02:32
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You don’t have to keep that one from me
What’s on the other side of that word;
What’s the branch mean to the bird
V2
Each day the grey light pisses in
all these poor bodies flickering
I can almost see the strings
CH
But the wind kicks a ladder
sweeps the mynahs from a tree
someone dreams a hammer
we try to pick the garden from the weeds
V3
that quiet worry thinning clear
thoughts grin like bathtub gin
tread water on the carpet again
V4
Things fall apart by 9am
Every thought in gegenpress
go went back home before you left
V5
fan mail from the ATO
You know i won’t tell you not to go
But if you get hurt who will let us know
I close my eyes describe a rose
from the stem down to the toes
the sepal steeples from the stem
as the petals hide the thorn again
How the rosehip fades alone
Time is your boat not your home.
But all this awful rowing
Running out of runway to the sea
Lower tides and lower
The river turning in her sleep
You don’t have to keep this one from me
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8. |
Imagine II
02:09
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they hold a bag underwater
you're a cat scratching inside a sack
maybe a hole opens up
maybe the river turns white from black
and a knife in the water
will cut everything it will touch
but that gap in everything
may not be big enough
and whatever happens next here only happens to you
a shark that's pulling on a line now
will have to bite down on a hook
when you're tied to a horse
you still beg for a goodbye look
and the knife in the water, the knife in the water
the fisherman is unshook
souls rise from the surface now
everywhere you look
because what happens next here only happens to you
there is a place beyond the blues
it is called imagine II
where the river rapids freeze
so the ducks are sliced in two
from your space at the window
you see everything you do
but the moment never stops
the knife won't cut through
because what happens next there only happens to you
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Where did we all go?
There was so much of us once
A dress walks itself to the window
deer get lost in the streets
Some problems you cannot think your way out of
put your hand through a space someone’s been
Graves open up… horses devour eachother
I’m losing all my edges around you again
Fall asleep in a windowsill and fall, and fall, and fall,
birds strung like a rosary
in this air;
oh… I know it’s ridiculous.
Ba da dum. Ba da dum.
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V 1
every pain has its season
every rope finds a reason
and we're tied to you so tightly
we get jolted in our sleep
the wind blows through the rigging
of the ghost ships we all keep
V2
And yeah we’ve all peeked out of cave ins
for more danger to be safe in
but you don’t have to struggle
you can stay perfectly still
nothing really goes away we know
But a moment always will
Chorus
So I sing put your hand in mine
rip it off honey i won’t mind
cos i’m standing here before you
don’t you know that we adore you
won’t you come.
V3 (change to Bb F G#m D#m
In that backyard, nicholson
The riverboat was rocking in the sun
Nothing’s great but it’s fine
We’re alive at the same time
V4
we can’t solve things just find you
you know we couldn’t even try to
you never know how the song will end
at our age mao was a librarian
Chorus
Just put your hand in mine
rip it off honey i won’t mind
cos i’m standing here before you
don’t you know that we adore you
won’t you come.
you can take your time
you can take it all
we’re fishing on your line
cos we're standing here before you
And you know that we adore you
won’t you come.
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