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Is That You?
02:31
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Dance!
And four
Is that you!?
I like to
Dance
Is that you?
Come on!
Dancing
Everybody sing
Now Dancing
Nice
Dance!
And four
Is that you?
I like to dance
Come on!
Dancing
Everybody sing
Nice
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2. |
No Company
03:12
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Sit and stare through the kitchen window
Wonder what might pass my way
Clocks have stopped, no mind to me
Time is free
Catch the eye of a distant neighbour,
It's been nine weeks since we spoke a word
Watch the television news at six
For a fix
Sunlight streams through the open blinds
Dust motes swirl in tepid air
How I miss your soft touch
In my hair
Oh, it's so quiet
No company
Sound of my heart
Is driving me crazy
Hung a picture of you on the mantle
Can't hide the crease across your face
Sometimes tears flow unseen
Down my cheek
Just a single night with you again
Just one minute, just one day
Oh I wish we could be
Close again
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3. |
Sweetgrass
03:30
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Daughter of creation
Falling from the stars
Original Instructions
Elemental Sweetgrass
Species are a lifeboat
Shattered, coloured glass
Joining earth to sky
Sentimental sweetgrass
Tenderness
Between the braider and the braided
Tenderness
Between the story and the maker maker maker
.
Daughter in the warm earth
Strawberries from her heart
Searching for a handful
Fundamental sweetgrass
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4. |
Tiny Flames
03:31
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A single chair
Inside an empty room
An open window
To the night
Scholars, monks and artists hold
Tiny flames against the night
Catch the sky
For you and I
Aaah ah aaaaah
Aaah ah aaaaah
Aaah ah aaaaah
Aaah ah aaaaah
My heart holds part of you
A shooting star
Unbound from eternity
Ephemeral spark
Across the sky
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5. |
House Husband
03:30
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Could've been a fire fighter
Or even an aeroplane pilot
Could've been a lab technician
Once I was a rock musician
I was a conspiracy theorist
Then an aspirational careerist
Could've been a psychic healer
Cos I was a blackjack dealer
But I'm living here with you
And it's all I want to do
I'm your
House husband
House husband
House husband
House husband
Wash the dishes, feed the cat
Clean the windows, shake the mat
Make the lunches, sweep the floor
There's the bus, get out the door!
I'm your
House husband
Could've been a field ecologist
Even a leading urologist
Could've been an archaeologist
Maybe a celebrity proctologist
Could've been an adult entertainer
You'd've had me on a retainer
Could've been an astrophysicist
Your personal la lalalala lyricist
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6. |
Sleep
03:24
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I spend my days roaming lonely lanes,
Where even the wind won't sing my name.
Cut my teeth in ancient wars,
Now I hide on the factory floor.
Met a young girl with marks on her skin,
Same colour as the dress she got from him.
Left her asleep on the wooden floor,
Showed that man damnation's door.
Sleep, sweet sleep.
Sleep little baby, sleep.
Take a long, deep breath.
Sleep, my darling, sleep.
Turned my back, he cried and fled,
Took my name, lay in my bed.
Now he walks all on my roads,
I lie in peace, no more will I roam.
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7. |
Dance With Me
03:40
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Narrow streets at night
Dimly lit by candlelight
Draw the blinds
Painted faces, dark
Feathers, bones, and paper masks
Join the line
Lovers dance in rings (I may change this to 'neighbours')
Deosil and Widdershins
Fire-side
Take a leaf from me
Tell your secrets to the tree
Let them fly
On this night
We take flight
Dance with me
'til the day breaks
Dance with me
Ease my heartache
Dance with me
On the highest bough
Dance with me
Take me now
Swallow down the sky
Let the blackbirds out to fly
Across the moon
Sing us all your song
We've been listening all along
To your tune
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Meadow Argus QLD, Australia
Handcrafted psychedelia from rural Australia.
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