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Swan Songs
01:07
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pines painted the clouds
some sunny sky
swan songs linger on
no matter where my head may lie
despite those words they’d say i believe i’m able
laid under magnolia trees i saw your skin breathing
my chest walked its way to the kitchen
glad i came down
south east gladstone
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London Water
03:13
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held out my arms to feel for another point of view
wait by daylight and help hands with the night so soon
twisted my arm and smirked at my skin so blue
smoke rolls and scarves in the grove
the life i’m not living
the stones stole my sea
i stopped giving
london water on softer skin
Tearful talks of tomorrow
spiteful sighs from my insides
don’t spare a thought for my envy
catching thoughts that must have crossed your mind
started seeing something mellow
who was i kidding?
it’s only missing
had my back to the window
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3. |
Some Sunny Day
03:45
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with your legs sleeping side by side
and the morning creeping from the night
i get by
but honey i try
left to shake the hands as fingertips will turn to sand
i watch the daffodils dance
as the seasons did change through my windowpane
i feel envy for the things i can’t be
some sunny day drifted away
but the feeling seems to stay
maybe i mind when i'm wasting my time
thinking of another day
fell to the floor with closed eyes
guess the concrete tasted sweet
guess i knew myself like i knew the sea
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4. |
My Sides
02:46
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lovely honey filled my cup as i sipped up the days that i wasted
seems awful strange to see things change like the wind upon a doorstep
chimes would ring day by day until she stopped her listening
well maybe if i’d have said things right you’d have understood that i was trying
but under dim lit lamplight your displeasure at my sides
it certainly eased my mind
sat by rivers and the drinking swans
she sang songs to the swinging trees
as we spoke for hours
to the late night sky and city traffic
but under dim lit lamplight your displeasure at my sides
it certainly eased my mind
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5. |
Clover To Clover
02:47
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helplessly holding the hand of another moon’s light
and we sat down for lunch
and talked together
she said real words don’t matter
and those songs they aren’t clever
i suppose a sigh says it all when served with ignorant eyes
it's the weight you carry
and the weight i carry above my frowning eyes
something she saw said they wish he’d see change
something he saw said the same thing
no need to be funny
it's not too funny anymore
stuck in something bitter
could do with some better weather
I suppose
no need to shrug about it
you know i’ll always keep her close
as close as she wants me
indefinitely lucky when she's around me
clover to clover in some better weather
that's a hopeful september
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6. |
Another Evening
03:08
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didn’t want to sing those songs of feeling low
didn't want to play for you those awful notes
didn't ever realise it's not the book
she’s been singing songs for luck
the rain fell down my windowpane
lightning struck as i heard her call my name
sunstruck and bewildered
like the blackbird by my window
who does your song belong to?
who are you calling?
or are you singing?
a train rolled by
along my side
like a rising tide
travelling through another evening
i get through another season
sun don’t come up these days
some things feel like they never change
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7. |
Jawbone
02:26
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love you know i’d like to be there
i placed down my chair all that's left to do is sit
seeming to forget how
moments of why
these moments i try to talk to
when will my jawbone come home
when will i drop this dream
drop off the buckets of rains
i’ve been collecting all winter long
sat across from your house
i feel a thousand miles from your home
wish i’d not said what i did
sealed lips would’ve solved this
think before you speak my friend
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8. |
A Common Phase
03:00
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a common phase of getting out where things are going on
another cause to be hung out, laid beneath the sun
the woeful bluebird tried to backtrack
put down his foot and answered me back
i never heard a word it all just sounds like chimes to me
the words i got to hold stayed broken at the knee
getting nowhere is where i find myself again
settle down and think about the things you said
take some time and catch a breath
along my orchard i picked along the fruits upon the trees
rotten cores as the apples fell and smashed upon my knees
i moved on
kept thinking of the things that i could be
if i try
i’ll only know when i can get things right
getting nowhere is where i find myself again
settle down and think about the shape you’re in
take some time and catch a breath
i’ve been late getting to be there
missed more trains than colds this winter
this coming age of going nowhere fast
a common phase of living in the past
getting nowhere is where i find myself again
settle down and think about the things you said
take some time
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9. |
Dust Down
02:52
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high and low
i leave my hands below
the ruins by the north lake
if only i could sleep
bold and blue through open eyes
i’m searching in weathered wonders as i lie down
as the light leaves
i dust down my sleeves and sing myself to sleep
dusty doors as the curtains drawer
i paint a picture
as the sounds creep in
through the ceiling
and through the floor
i paint a picture of it all
something tells me that i’ll be just fine
no one hows i’ll make it mine
every time it comes around
i doubt i’ll ever get the sound
as it leaves right out the front door
and as i leave alongside it all
as the light leaves
i dust down my sleeves and sing myself to sleep
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