03 September, 2009
Sometimes we all feel at home
In our convictions we know so well
Take them away
Take them away
And all the time we just felt alone
Clinging to the truth that we didn’t know
Take us away take us away
So lets put time on hold now
And wait for someone to show us how to
Take them away
Take them away
The time is right now
To have it all figured out and
Take it away
Take it away
And I wanted you to know
How this all turned out
I wanted you know
This all this all
Went to hell
You and I
Were not the same
We have changed
Were not the same we have changed
Were not the same
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03 September, 2009
Lets toast each other
And drink to our sinking ship
Hold our lovers
I was yours but mine was this fix
Lets dance together
Holding each others hands
Hide the daggers
That we placed in each others back
Love is costly
Love is priceless
Love requited
Is what you had all along
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03 September, 2009
And the streets are cold
And the night gets older now
And my love has gone for good
Hold that phone in your cold dead fingers
And the rusted tone of old iron
Don’t you tell
I’m not telling
And my doors are open to you
It’s half past ten and it’s the truth
That you only just knocked off
Don’t you tell I’m not telling
Don’t you yell I’m not yelling
Close enough to us
Close enough to pay
Close enough to cut
Close enough to say
Close enough to touch
Close enough to stay
Close enough to god
Close enough to pray
Close enough to us
But not close enough
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16 June, 2009
We have material minds
And restless hands
Longing hearts
And lonely beds
But we purchase stuff
And work too hard
Use our heads
And fill our beds
What’ve we done
What’ve we done
And we’re left with wretched hearts
And mangled minds
Concrete feet
And beggars lies
But we live our lives
On broken earth
We need repair our eyes (?)
To kiss the dirt
What’ve we done
What’ve we done
But what do you do when you’re out of touch, what do you do?
And how do you live with a conscience so caught up, how do you live?
Oh what do you do when you’re out of touch, what do you do?
And how do you live with a conscience so caught up, how do you live?
Oh what do you do when you’re out of touch, what do you do?
And how do you live with a conscience so caught up?
So caught up
So caught up
So caught up
So caught up
So caught up
So caught up
So caught up
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16 June, 2009
Love
Was the air in your mother’s lungs
When her father tore her fences down
Plastic bags and the panadol was out
Love
With your sold Gibson 335
And her father’s dream died that night
Just to keep that electricity on
And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll hide in a game like SimCity
Oh when I die I’m alive
And when I lose I find
My identify
Son
If I died on my bedroom floor
Would you cry on your bedroom floor?
And tattoo my name underneath your arm
Love
That was alive in the olden days
Been put to death in this golden age
By our colour TV
And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll get me gone and drown face down muddy in the water
Oh when I die…
When I die…
Die I’m alive
When I lose I find
My identity
Love
Was those dark clouds on the Friday
It was a holy shaking earthquake
And you were stuck up the tree
And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
Oh it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll hello goodbye I don’t shine at night look I’m dead man
Oh when I die…
When I die…
When I die…
When I die I’m alive
When I lose I find
My identity
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15 June, 2009
Those steady eyes and that
Ready smile
Can contain the turmoil
Been inside for a while
And then you’ll crack
Like us all
Your nose will run
Like a tap onto the floor
And that will be the grossest thing of all
The speeding dial and those
Flashing lines
Only assimilate the feeling
Of beating time
In this race
Everything else catches up with you
And there’s just one thing left that you can do
‘Cause what we have
Is good as gold
Malleable
Good to hold
Moulding is good
‘Cause life is change
And change is good
And you are good
‘Cause what we have…
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There’ll be an avalanche
On this desert land
It’ll come down
It’ll come down to be
The evidence
Of heaven
I know
I love you
And I know you well
Avalanche…
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And you’re changing me
Changing me
Changing me
Changing me
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15 June, 2009
Older brother, restless soul, lie down
Lie for a while with your ear against the earth
And you’ll hear your sister sleep talking
Say, “Your hair is long but not long enough to reach
Home to me
But your beard
Someday might be”
And she’ll wake up in a cold sweat on the floor
Next to a family portrait drawn when you were four
And beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more
She’ll lay it aside
Older father, weary soul, you’ll drive
Back to the home you made on the mountainside
With that ugly, terrible thing
Those papers for divorce
And a lonely ring
A lonely ring
Sit on your porch
And pluck your strings
And you’ll find somebody you can blame
And you’ll follow the creek that runs out into the sea
And you’ll find the peace of the Lord.
Grandfather, gentle soul, you’ll fly
Over your life once more before you die
Since our grandma passed away
You’ve waited for forever and a day
Just to die
And someday soon
You will die
It was the only woman you ever loved
That got burnt by the sun too often when she was young
And the cancer spread and it ran into her body and her blood
And there’s nothing you can do about it now
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