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My First
03:25
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And my life is bright. It throws thousands of little light particles swimming to my eyes.
Swimming every day. It throws tens of thousands of little spark synapses in this amazing brain.
A million of our forever photographs, flooding the floor like iron, like it’s 2012.
Soon we’ll be back on the phone, that electric hum.
I hope that we will move on, I hope that we will move on I hope we’ll move on.
I know I’ve kind of moved on.
I know I’ve kind of moved on.
Drops of, drops of, gold and stapled Christmas lights.
Back home, sitting on the bitumen.
What I would do for you...
What I would do for you...
I would do this over, and over again.
And I don’t care if this song will one day melt away.
We’ll all melt away into a sick and beautiful oblivion, and I love you.
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It’s about time that you and I came and took it.
The hallowed evening bounced up by a baby blue sky.
And there’s nothing I could do, there’s not much I could say, to prevent the stagnant water rising up, swallowing us.
In my sunken backyard until the dogs for a whole week fill the house with shit.
It’s about time that I took my own chances.
Maybe I should go out with my torch, I know there’s not any other answer.
I know there’s not any other answer.
And this is what I’m gonna do.
There’s no more decision, I’m making. It’s over.
So now I’m breathing in the streetlight, it’s golden and it’s colder than I thought it could get up Longmore and Jordan.
And it tastes like the true vapour I have always hungered for, but now I guess it’s over.
Over, it’s not over.
Over, it’s not over.
(There’s nothing I could do, there’s not much I could say.)
Over, it’s not over.
(There’s nothing I could do, there’s not much I could say.)
Over, it’s not over.
It’s not over.
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3. |
What I Mean
02:52
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When we lived in the smallest town that you’ve ever seen.
When we lived in the smallest town you’ve ever seen.
I was there with my own kids, and you were there with your eyelids, closed to the possibility that I could be someone you need.
When I was just a little girl I used to dream about this world.
When I would ride my horse into the sunset.
I’d get home, we’d have dinner on the table, we’d be ready to eat.
This is not my dream anymore.
It’s not my dream anymore.
So don’t take this away from me, don’t take this personally.
But when I say when I want to stay it’s what I mean.
This is not my dream anymore.
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No matter where I go I’m sure, I hope someone’ll take me up in their house.
Me and my baby we’re running from the kids.
We had too many babies. This is a medical trap.
Pushing us, they’re pushing us. These walls with boxing gloves.
And who was that at the diner?
In the back of a Cadillac, waving slowly, pulling out and driving motionless.
You know they took us out of our homes.
And for once I'm standing up, I'm done with innocence of a certain kind.
I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you.
My Dad’s always said I’d be a murderer.
Kill you. I’ll kill you.
Dad’s always said I’d be a murderer.
This was the sweetest touch I’ve ever had. Thank you for being soft and gentle.
I’ll kill you.
I’ll kill you.
My Dad’s always said I’d be a murderer.
I’ll kill you.
I’ll kill you.
My Dad’s always said I’d be a murderer.
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Charlotte is 20
02:20
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And I don’t know if it’s just me, but now that I’m with you, ten thousand of me circle ‘round the sun.
Four bluebells, growing in a field, pushed up by dirt divided.
Spindrel arms sticking out and now I dream of nightmare ambitions.
But I’m good to snuggle up with you, any time you want me to.
Tearing up my conscription into tiny little pieces, and lighting them on a stove fire.
And don’t it feel this good to know what love feels like and tastes like.
And don’t it feel this good to know what love feels like and tastes like.
And don’t it feel this good to know what love feels like and tastes like.
Don’t it feel this good to know what love feels like and tastes like.
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Japan
03:59
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It feels so good to leave Japan. To finally evacuate where I stand.
And the colours will not hurt my eyes.
Maybe I’ll cry, maybe I’ll cry.
Don’t want to die, don’t want to die, don’t want to die.
This place is where I can get on with life, or try. This place I can make friends with mine.
Thank God!
I learnt this thing, we learned this thing.
I learnt this thing, we learned this thing.
She was the girl, that I knew that I had fallen in love with, when the in-flight entertainment system took me all the way home.
And I was dreaming of a world where everything was crystals and we danced inside the sun, now I know regardless of that world, I am home!
I’m truly home. (Let’s go!)
Throwing spirals ‘round the world a million times, and I know that I get angry! I know I’m just a psycho! I admit it, I sit on both my hands, because sometimes, I feel like an Incredible Hulk, incredibly folk, inedible talk, I know these old and new flaws.
Feels so good to leave Japan. It feels so good to leave Japan.
To finally evacuate where I stand.
No the colours don’t hurt my eyes anymore. Maybe I’ll cry, maybe I’ll cry.
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Covalent Bonds
01:55
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You’re gonna keep that life alive, and in form, breathing okay.
Photosynthesising, occasionally decay.
We can make this planet a better way. Waste of space? Not today.
I’m gonna start the plane, fly away. That night the sky’s grey, we’ll fly away from our house snowed in. In this amazing place.
It’s good to drive, the air-con’s good, it smells okay, and that’s the way.
Propeller keeps on turning and one day it’ll stop.
Don’t understand? Don’t say ‘stay’: the saddest word I’ve ever heard.
I’m so urgent. Don’t put forward bad movie titles.
Don’t you know son? Dad from far away, we’re in the same place.
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8. |
Secret
04:07
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Digging the biggest hole you’ve ever seen. Splashing around like Donnybrook at the beach.
Anyone else could see, I’m an elephant now. I’m bathing in water and using my trunk to seal my own kids.
I’m with, I’m with, I’m with.
Once a cycle, a repeating mantra ray I’d say.
I’m nothing, I’m everything. Hold me to your chest we can buy for $4.25: more time, more ice-cream melting down my hand. The lady at the counter, the little girl, put too much on then she apologised. I wish everyone could find this magic every night. Is that a possibility? While we all live safe, and comfortably, surely.
Oh God! I’ve got pictures and pictures in my room, of Bruce Springsteen.
A secret, a secret, oh my God. A secret, oh my God.
Whispered to me up Melon Mountain, up the Lycan River, up Wave Rock.
Somewhere else, we sat on pile of quartz, and talked, gone to kiss me on the lips.
On the lips.
I was freezing cold.
I was so cold.
I chattered for a while. My teeth, biting on something invisible.
I guess I was hungry.
I’m a pretty mermaid now. I’m a pretty mermaid now.
I’m a pretty mermaid now.
It’s just a dream I had one night.
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Moptops & Holes
04:32
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Swooping in like that buzzing plane, that made it’s way over my house that day.
That’s my parents, we always buy by the airfield where they go up in flight, day and night.
Over houses, over moptops and a whole lot of holes where I’m from.
But now I’m the only one who gets to fly up into the sky at night, my body taken over by ‘The Light’.
There’s a secret, there’s a secret force that propels me to find a way. There’s a zone, a metal fence, a ditch you run down until your lungs pop, up and open.
Sneaking out the back pocket of my home, stepping out the toolbox to go away for a while. I’d slip away for a while.
The night sky and the cold stars bearing down on me, I feel warmed by things, have my brick phone ring and it’s you. And I would answer it. And pre-written and then into the unknown of you. I would blend until I made it known. I would kiss your teeth over telephone wires. And bathe in the hum, of static forever. I’d adore your voice, your soul, your spark, and I would feel alive with a love for you.
The moptops, the field, is that enough for you?
For you.
A water birth, a ground birth. I live low, so I can look up at the stars, and you I love I love you.
Mum is inside and Dad is inside likely too. But I am outside often on the trampoline with you.
There’s a secret, a secret force, that propels me to find a way. There’s a zone, a metal fence, a ditch you run down until your lungs pop, up and open.
There’s a secret, a secret force, propelling me to find a way. There’s a zone a metal fence, a ditch you run down, until your lungs pop exploding!
Sneaking in like that buzzing plane, that made it’s way over my house that day.
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10. |
I Will Love You Forever
02:07
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From as long from California, we can reach the Southern Alps.
From as far as West Virginia, we can patch it up somehow.
For as long as this world was to go one way, I will love you when you’re old, bold and grey.
I will love you like forever, I will love you anyway.
For as long as this world’s spinning I will fill you up with doubts.
For as long as pretty city wants to burn and fall away.
For as loud you say forever, for as long as cotton grows.
For as long as West Virginia, I will love you when you’re old.
For as long as we hold hope in hands, we’ll never want to stray.
All I wanted was forever, all you wanted was today.
For as long as the Antarctic Continent holds snow.
For as long as this is what you want is you want is where you want to go (and longer),
For years after you’re buried or you’re burnt up into smoke,
For your ashes, for forever, I will love you when you’re old.
I will love you like forever, I will love you when you’re old.
I will love you like forever, I will love you when you’re old.
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11. |
Really Deep Yell
03:34
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She turned me over, whispered, said “You know love, no matter what happens, I don’t think that I could see a sunrise, better than in the morning when you’re docile as can be.”
And some other night I snuck out of bed, wearing only my boxers, to steal some dark chocolate. Nobody stopped me, I was finally free, I was finally free. I was free.
Lock me in a jail cell and I’ll escape one day. Or else I’ll sit there stewing: plotting ways to kill you, escaping through an air vent, busting out a window.
You could only hold me for so long.
When my freezing cold guitar hit my leg I knew I was done for. Felt up my fate. My version of a hot date: a capo, a laptop and some hate.
My guitar looks so damn sexy when I dress it up in clothes from ModCloth.
All I wanted was to be a man, then a woman, then a lesbian. Now I’m just on fire.
Now I’m just on fire.
Stoked! That you brought a fire blanket, for us to cuddle up with.
Stoked! That you brought an extinguisher, for you to put me out with.
Stoked! ‘Cause you brought your poker poked me. I went up in flames, sparks and ashes.
I’m the coal rocks, I’m the moss and I’m the multi-coloured flames.
I’m the coal rocks, I’m the moss and I’m the multi-coloured flames.
Vines in the jungle, rainforest bombings, I knew the secret before it was written.
Ten-thousand ants and I am the cosmos, watch me turn, oh watch me turn. Oh watch me turn, oh watch me turn. Watch me turn, learn, spurn and burn.
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12. |
Honey
04:54
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Don’t you know that all I ever wanted was to feel free in your arms?
Don’t you know when I received this blessing, I didn’t have to cross my arms?
I didn’t have to cross my arms.
But now it’s my time honey. Now it’s my time darling. Now it’s my time to be free. Stick your limbs out of the windows. It’s time.
There’s nothing I can do, you want to run away, you want to escape.
Go! Run free! You’re gone already. You’re free. I can see your car, driving away, it’s driving away, it’s driving away.
Tell me I’m good, tell me I’m so fucking beautiful. I could melt you in my mouth.
Tell me I’m good, oh I promise I won’t say that again. I could be free from your house. From your house. From your house. Oh.
But now it’s my time honey. Now it’s my time darling. Now it’s my time to be free. Stick your limbs out of the window. It’s time.
Nobody’s warmer than me today. Nobody’s walked the street but me today. My cuffs are scuffed, my shoes are collapsing. I can’t prevent the rain. I’m not your bucket, your towels covering my car anymore!
But now it’s my time honey. Now it’s my time darling. Now it’s my time to be free. Stick your limbs out of the window. It’s time.
Still seeking self-approval, tearing out my lifeline… like that eagle from the cerebral tree: shrieking ‘I’ve got no-one near me!’. Shitty, bad, bad memories.
The love we had. You were my woman, I was your man. We had plans. Damn! They’re gone. Oh damn, they’re gone.
And honey I can see you living your life without me. I can see you living your life without me. Honey I can see you living a life without me. I can see you living your life without me. This was never, never, never, never going to be easy on you, or me.
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13. |
Little Bites
02:52
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He put animals down.
He cut the necks of lambs, and sheep, and he always hit the right vein.
I want more friends in my life.
A gentle death.
You know my love, it’s gonna come and take us all away from our lives.
We’ll eat it up in little bites.
We’ll eat it up in little bites.
Stomachs full, clumsily, trample down to the river.
Take off all our clothes, touch each others bodies and go swimming.
I always wanted to stay on the rocks. Open water scared me.
Out with you and your Dad.
When I go it won’t be quietly. It won’t be loud either.
Holding your mother’s hands, taking her in, always in grieving.
Living, believing, not even knowing. It’s just like a death to me, and I tear away at my chest, crying for you.
Maybe I could reach in and touch my beating heart.
‘I love you’, will have a new meaning now.
He put animals down.
He cut the necks of lambs.
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Zack Inglis Perth, Australia
Western Australian singer-songwriter. ✨
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