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Parents Lament
03:41
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What will it take to spark this fire? The wood is damp and the cold and dark are winning the night. For every bull, ten matadors. Down in the bones of the earth go our hymns. Huddled together and craving warmth. The night is cold, your heat, your body, my torch. The ocean trench or The Matterhorn. Down in the bones of the earth go our hymns. But if we can’t keep shit together for ourselves, how can we do it for anybody else? You spark a match when things are dire. Sulphuric scent, fleet foot, we dance at the pyre. The charred remains of our sycophants. Down in the bones of the earth go our hymns. You are the flint, you lit the fire when wood was damp and the cold and dark were winning the night. I’ve drowned the flames with metaphor. Down in the bones of the earth go our hymns but if we can’t keep shit together for ourselves, how can we do it for anybody else? All my friends are lovers, all my friends are cold and in between. I want to get this party started, sing along the refrain. Although the course unknown is plotted, we flame on through the rain.
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Up in the sun-baked hills, down to the glittering sea. Run, Melu. Run and be free. Into the western sun, eyes to the blazing heat. Turn, Melu. Onward my beast. Your heart is a bridge, cross over. On with the goat, over the rocks. Glimpse Empyrean. On with bull, removing the log. Glimpse Empyrean. Run, Melu. Together we swim in the elegant sea. Bathe, Empyrean. Savour the tide, savour it well. Bathe, Empyrean. It’s a bridge, cross over. You wanted it, now you can't believe, you’ve finally reached that shore. With abandonment you will hurl yourself deep in the emerald gourd. But please don’t ask me what the fuck is going on I don’t have any answers, I’m just following setting suns back to Melu.
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Sugarcubes
03:33
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Let’s have a conversation, a discussion concerning belief. I’m not asking, ‘What does it say in the scriptures? Just the echo of your heartbeat. Let’s have a conversation, as if you’re the first to live and breathe. A discussion concerning belief, not burdened by books or badgered by ideology. What does it say in the scriptures? Just the echo of your heartbeat. Your heart beating. Well that’s a hell of thing to say. Are you sure you mean it? It’s over your head. As the first one kicks in then you recall the others. Holding tightly to the shirt sleeve of your brothers. Let’s have a conversation, a discussion concerning belief. I’m not asking, ‘What does it say in the Scriptures?’ Just the echo of your heartbeat. Let’s have a conversation, as if you’re the first to live and breathe. A discussion concerning belief, not burdened by books or badgered by ideology. None of the sins of the fathers, just an echo of your heart beat. Your heart beating. Well that’s a hell of thing to say. Are you sure you mean it? It’s over your head. As the first kicks in then you recall the others. Holding tightly to the shirt sleeve of you brothers. Well he says ‘I’m sorry”. And I say, ‘Don’t be’. Cos we all belong to the ritual, the habit and the song. Just one last dirty love letter, Couldn’t have ended it better…couldn’t have ended it better.
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Saturnalian Springs
05:03
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Out go the lights, out go the lights, descend. Course the sand, course the hand we seek. Over the line, the line in the sand brethren. Curse this hand, curse the hand and stain. Time, crashing in waves. Time is the weapon that they need. Blind to anything other, keep running. We keep running. We keep running, and I want you to know. I keep telling you, we’ve got nothing to lose. Now the current runs faster, we keep running. We keep running. We keep running, and I want you to know. And if you tick that box, you’ll have everything…all your greed. And if you tick that box, you’ll know everything…all you need. There’s a shit storm coming and everybody’s frothing. Can’t you fuckers show some restraint? Don’t you think there’s enough blood on the page? Because we all want love and we all hope this gets better. Hold a second, wait a minute. Saturnalian Springs flow forth from the dark, whispering mystery. Because we all want love and we all hope this gets better. Hold a second, wait a minute. Saturnalian Springs flow forth from the dark, whispering mystery.
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Deep Connections
06:27
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Deep, deeper connections. Oh man there is something, something in here that I, well I never, thought I could feel it. Are your Macleans showing? Can you feel it? Alive in me. Can you feel it? Feel it turning the seas? This abomination, this eternal scourge we face. Tell it to the mountain. Oh we’re going deep, beyond reflections to where there’s nothing. Nothing, not even fear. Glide into never, you can’t conceive it, I’ve got a rose for thee. When we stare deeply the passion ignites in me Can you feel it? Feel it turning the seas? This abomination, this eternal scourge we face. Tell it to the mountain. Well it's one thing to say it and another to mean it at all….we prefer the lie. And the whole thing is sated, the whole thing means nothing at all. We prefer the lie. All this shit will come and go. But you don’t want it, you can't help yourself. The cave will cast its shadow. But you don’t want it, you can't help yourself.Down to the water's edge, you will drink from the river they call forgetfulness. Until you, you don’t want anymore. Oh we’re going deep, get introspective. Have you got something? Something to bare? And why? Why have you never thought to reveal it? Are your Macleans showing? Can you feel it alive in me? Can you feel it turning the seas?
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White Lamborghini
04:42
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Time. No time between us. Just boys in the backyard staring up at the cloud burst to the north. Walking, rain drenched and laughing, down the long stretch of colour. The darkness lit only by cigarettes. We’re not holding, we’re not reaching out for what’s better. We’re not holding, post-its fuelling love letters. Remember tears warm, horizons grin. Black smoke billowing. Mud-lathered, lumbering forth from sacred swamps. Blood-splattered, mulberry stains on virgin cloth. Clothes tattered, paint covered sons of suburban pubs. We scatter, the fire rises but the spirits drop. Down, down on the pipeline, in the heat of the summer and the tinkling bell of a rabid dog. Rafting, through pig skins and sewage. Black snakes and tall grass. Everyone’s shit underfoot will pass.
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Not That Kind of Party
05:45
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We were in the backyard, by the vine, warmth of winter’s sun. Old stone, rolling stream, snow-capped and well groomed. It was not my intention, to burden, heavy be the load. But as such the inclination to hold hands walk beneath the sun. Until we reach the sliver in time, shimmer in mind, sand and the summer and we. The salt and the psalms, the she oaks singing commode and a slow cup of tea. The two dollar sly, brown paper outside spewing the evil sherry. The dunes and their charms, the laughter disarms and hosannas singing merry. It was not my intention, to burden, heavy be the load. But as such the inclination, to hold hands and walk beneath the sun. Until we reach our end. Until then I’ll love the more. And all of the conundrums and all of this pretence. We’ll never be satisfied with all that we have and more. They’ll be no need of fairy tales of covers or of myths. Finally satisfied with holding the gentle compulsion. Details flickering, land disparate, unaligned. But it was not my intention to burden, heavy be the load. But as such the inclination to hold hands and walk beneath the sun. Until we reach the end. Home, it won’t be long before. Till were Home, it won’t be long before. Long Before. All of these conundrums and all of this pretence. And all of my beloved an immersion in the scents. Home, it won’t be long before. All of these conundrums and all of this pretence and all of the beloved an immersion in the scents. You be knocking on the door again. We'll be selling door to door,
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Sons and Daughters
03:51
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Born of colours pink and grey, same thing over and over and over. Fathoms be thy name. Take a token, take a knee, take a number and then place an order. Barrels in the sea. All of our sons and our daughters will end up exactly the same. Just as their mothers and fathers, they’ve only themselves to blame. One lives horror, one lives free, one lives over and over and over. Dreading the release. As the lights fade soon it rains, you can measure I’m not going to bother. All good just the same. All of our sons and our daughters will end up exactly the same. Just as their mothers and fathers, they’ve only themselves only themselves to blame. Come with me lover deep under covers. Deep into I just don’t care. Leave the place they beset you but never could best you. Leave them there in despair. Distant whisper, feathered ray, same thing over and over and over. Clotting and membrane. We’re beginning to embrace together we look for our mother. Children in this place.
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Brambles Bay
05:15
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Lean into it, feel it stealing the warmth of cheek. All hands on deck, see it gleaming on mangrove leaves. Over the lip, washing mud from our sunburnt feet. We’re born to this. Early summer, antipodes. Man I feel like I, am lost in it. And the edge is blunt, can’t fall off of it. Fall off of it. All before the toll is taken (oh my god, it’s overwhelming). Each and every day the world is (born anew, it’s overwhelming). I just cannot put myself to sleep before the setting sun. Lean into it, as we’re gliding over ocean waves. Couldn’t sail in better weather. Watching tell-tales in the spray on Brambles Bay. I’m into it, watch it dancing aloft the sea. We’re born to this. Early summer, antipodes. Man, I feel like I, am lost in this. And the edge is blunt, can’t fall off of it. Fall off of it. All before the toll is taken (oh my god, it’s overwhelming). Each and every day the world is (born anew, it’s overwhelming). I just cannot put myself to sleep before the setting sun. Lean into it, as we’re gliding over ocean waves. Couldn’t sail in better weather. Watching tell-tales in the spray on Brambles Bay. Let’s get an alchemy party started, to see the sun and the moon together again. Star speckled dome above us divided as the light comes crashing in.
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Get Ready
05:28
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How many years has it been Dave, since I saw you pass through dad's hands to the river? And how many years will it be Dave, till I join you and pass through their hands to the river? Never again. Never the sun to shine upon our flesh, or the moon and the stars reflect in my eyes again. We’re holding the line. Holding the tether so tight that our hands start to bleed and the world that we want is the world that we never will see. Strewn for miles, forty-two metre waves come crashing in with the salt in the lungs and the remnants pickled in gin. Get ready to die. Get ready to say goodbye to the shimmering lights and I won't be back again. Get ready to lose. Get ready to lose. There’s no need for denial when you’re walking that mile and it comes to the other man’s shoes, you get ready to lose. Never again, never the warmth of skin with cheek to chest, or the love of the living, the warm glow of mother knows best. We share but one name that is ‘I’. I alone with the others. I alone with the others. I alone. We share the same fate, and that is to die. To die alone like the others. Count it down with me brothers. Never again.
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