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Waiting on the Moon
05:21
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Brush the clouds aside, I’m waiting on the moon tonight.
Flashing lights too high, not interested in satellites.
I only ever find a life that’s only ever mine.
There’s a postcard in the offing.
Hold me to blame.
Hold me to blame.
It’s been a long time in the coming.
Hold me to blame.
Hold me to blame.
Brush the clouds aside, I’m waiting on the moon tonight.
Flashing lights too high, not interested in satellites.
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Carpé
04:50
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In the beginning there was only me.
There was only fire, and make-believe.
Everyone knew there was more to see- more to do-
Than could ever be done.
There was blood.
And there was light.
And there were dreams that never faded.
And there was instinct,
That smutty imprint!
And there was ‘Carpe the Day’.
Then came the blisters and the pedicures,
A pedant dependant on literatures.
Then came the frailties and unforced tendencies
That preclude the unloved man.
There were tears.
And there was Death.
And there were bones that never mended.
And there was incest; that catapult of progress,
But there was ‘Carpe the Day’.
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Turtles
03:37
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Highs and lows and a body full of blows and a freezer full of frozen wine.
A caveman spree with a pocket full of glee as he decides to use his mind.
I don’t like thinking about the past, I want to forget all the years at last- I want to roam from the safety of home. But I’m afraid that when I look, all the years that I just took for granted won’t be there because I never cared.
He asked her with a frown “What’s underground?”
She said, “It’s just turtles all the way down.”
Crimes of fear make me question what is dear and I perceive that what is mine is not mine.
And the best I feel is when I’m eating a good meal and I forget that I’m alive for a time.
But I don’t like thinking about the past. I want to forget all the years at last- I want to roam! Far from the safety of home. But then I’m afraid that when I look all the years that I just took for granted won’t be there, because I never cared.
He asked her with a frown “what’s underground?”
She said, “It’s just turtles, all the way down.”
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4. |
Bouzouki
04:37
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5. |
Embracism
03:34
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I left my number on the wall.
I never expected you to call
Because I disengaged my phone years ago.
Knee deep in a squalid grave,
I never expected you to stay,
But I guess you thought we were inseparable.
And in olden days when petty failures ended in death,
You better believe I’d have been laid to rest,
With my hands laid across my chest,
And you’d remember me as fondly as if I’d said 'I love you'.
For every reason has a fact
And every past remains intact,
Though you do your best to pick the threads apart.
And when you hang a new picture on the wall
And you see my number there to call,
So you send a text that cuts through mirrored glass.
And in frank dismay,
My left hand sold my life away
As I held on to you with the right,
It didn’t even come to a fight,
It was guided by the broken side of my heart.
And the beaches that you loved couldn’t hardly be called Earth at all
But in Perth that’s all you cared for.
And the ceiling high above you is a screen that plays the thoughts you never wore, and betrays me for a liar.
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Moustache Melbourne, Australia
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