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The Sky Groundwards
03:03
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All the ghosts in this vessel
Frightened of dying
All the words on the tips of their thumbs
Abbreving in Latin and mechanical pidgin
To conserve all desire in their lungs
If I turn the sky groundwards
From the sea they'll rise,
All those hapless navigators
Reaching for the stars
As they fall around our feet
And underneath our cars
All the stone in this bread cannot be turned
Despite the gnashing of my teeth in my sleep
But men do prefer the whole room to be burned
Than to just treat the floor to a sweep
If I turn the sky groundwards
From the sea they'll rise,
All those hapless navigators
Reaching for the stars
As they fall around our feet
And underneath our cars
All the ghosts in their windows,
Tapping and etching
Out the living into bottle-necked enfolds
Every hothouse has a memory of the
Bees that don't get through
But none of how all the flowers grew
If I turn the sky groundwards
From the sea they'll rise,
All those hapless navigators
Reaching for the stars
As they fall around our feet
And underneath our cars
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2. |
Twist
03:00
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Are my eyes too open, in the wrong direction?
Are my wounds too token, am I not forgiven?
I've had this meat inside my belly since before I was born.
Shake me, make me, gently break me
Fluid fingers overtake me
Lift me, fly me, oh I cry - Me oh my I think that I can
Hear you rattling deep inside me,
hypodermis saintly find me,
Blood beneath your leaves
I'm just another twist in your tree.
Angels in crushed velour, lose a day upon the hour
A piece of string for ev'ry star
Our stellar gallows tease the ground
Why is your head shaking? Why is your heart breaking?
I am only half-awake and half of me is dream
Shake me, make me, gently break me
Fluid fingers overtake me
Lift me, fly me, oh I cry - Me oh my I think that I can
Hear you rattling deep inside me,
hypodermis saintly find me,
Blood beneath your leaves
I'm just another twist in your tree.
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3. |
Grandma (1955)
03:05
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I measure out her sugar, a little extra for the spoon
Here's another Wednesday and I'm a stranger in the room
Plastic roses drinking wandering shadows of the water
That worm their ways beneath the frame of a man froze in laughter
Grandma was alive in 1955, with whiskey, boys and cigarettes and her skirt above her thighs
Needle in the groove in those rock 'n roll rooms of smoke and perspiration, cry –
Ooooh, sweetheart, it's 1955
Spin me like a record, honey, and say we'll never die
We're never gonna die, no we're never gonna die
In twilight days at the edge of the bed,
She would watch her husband carefully undress
His penis just there like an estranged relative
And she would feel the very smallness of the room
There would be no fire in his leaving
No broken plates, no slamming doors
No other woman to despise or to envy
She would just find him on the floor
Grandma was alive in 1955
Every day above her lover's bed a king stood crucified
Her mother in her head like a cat whines at the door
You will learn, my daughter, sigh –
Oh, sweetheart, it's 1955
I came with just a suitcase just to see that you survived, just to see that you survived
Just to see that you survived
Grandma was alive in 1955, with whiskey, boys and cigarettes and her skirt above her thighs
Needle in the groove in those rock 'n roll rooms of smoke and perspiration, cry –
Ooooh, sweetheart, it's 1955
Spin me like a record, honey, and say we'll never die
We're never gonna die, no we're never gonna die
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4. |
Age of Stone
03:52
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Does everybody come here, to your silent field of shiny crows playing absent chaperon?
Does everybody lie here, pressed down into the cool, sweet grass, enwoven and forgotten?
Don't tell me I'm the first, don't tell me I'm the last
Just kiss me into the Age of Stone
And sit with me a moment, while all the other ages pass
Does everybody come here, to your ramble house with its dogged thorns and distant kettle sounds?
Does everybody lie here, in your flower room with its scattered postcards all patched into a wall?
Don't tell me I'm the first, don't tell me I'm the last
Just kiss me into the Age of Stone
And sit with me a moment, while all the other ages pass
Don't tell me I'm the first, don't tell me I'm the last
And please don't tell me
That everybody comes here, to your little lost car with its crows-feet scars and windows licked with snow.
That everybody lies here amidst the ebbing maps and the bottle caps and the dusky rivulets
Don't tell me I'm the first, don't tell me I'm the last
Just kiss me into the Age of Stone
And wait with me here while none of this has ever begun
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5. |
When the King Falls
03:03
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When the king falls
We'll weep the tears that ought to be wept
We'll sleep the sleeps that should have been slept
We'll kick the leaves that would have been swept
When the king falls
We'll dance the steps we were taught to forget,
Re-sing the tunes we were taught to neglect,
Find all the things that should have been kept
Blindness will fade,
When the king falls
The hunger will subside again,
When the king falls
I will learn to love again,
When the king falls
We will be alive again,
When the king falls
When the king falls
I'll feel the things that should have been felt,
I'll yell the yells that should have been yelled,
I'll fix the things that couldn't be helped.
When the king falls
I'll ask the things that were never asked
He'll be smaller then - without his mask -
He'll be all alone like the rest of us.
I will see clear again,
When the king falls
The hunger disappear again,
When the king falls
We will learn to love again,
When the king falls
I will be alive again,
When the king falls
When the king falls
We'll take the hands that couldn't be held
We'll break the bars and rattle the bells
Re-fill the jars with beautiful smells
When the king falls
I'll make the calls that should have been made
I'll light all the lights and lift all the shades
I'll be the one who should have been saved
I will be here again,
When the king falls
The hunger disappear again,
When the king falls
I will learn to love again,
When the king falls
We will be alive again,
When the king falls
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A moody Melbourne power pop quartet.
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