1. |
Smash the Plates
03:11
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She wrote a lonely letter
slid it under the door
put the pen to paper
drew a line under it all
He broke right in to say goodbye
the only way they knows
He smashed the plates and meditates
on the injustice of it all
It gets - better - there’s open roads and skies for everyone
Didn’t hear the murmurs
underneath the beating drums
You can’t ghost a spectre
And something wicked this way runs
It walked right in and made demands in no uncertain terms
smashed the plates and cursed the fates a broken latch and shattered nerves
Feels better - there’s open roads and skies for everyone
There’s open wounds and scars for everyone
It gets better
It’ll feel better
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2. |
Monochrome
03:39
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You close your eyes to hear the sound
Put your ear to the ground
are you alright
A cruel choice so black and white
When there is no wrong or why
Just patterns of shifting light
We can’t live in the towers we are looking out
We can’t breathe in the hours we are shuttered out
You close your eyes to hear my voice
You didn’t get a choice
We unite
Until now we’ve been so tight
Never losing fight
I remember your crying eyes
We can’t live in the towers we are looking out
We can’t breathe in the hours we are shuttered out
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3. |
Paper Doves
03:59
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Young love’s such a crazy thing
it’s messy in its wake
A leaky skiff run over a waterfall
Young hearts one sided coins
and slot machines await
Hey now,
There isn’t any other way down
They float into the crowd, just like they’re paper doves
We’re folding in and out, a pair of paper doves
Sugar sweet lips they melt like echoes in the sun
Heartbeats, initials carved in trees
Sunlight was glinting off - Chekov’s smoking gun
Long scrubbed but sticky memories
They float into the crowd, just like they’re paper doves
We’re folding in and out, a pair of paper doves
They float into the clouds, just like they’re paper doves
We’re folding in and out, a pair of paper doves
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4. |
Blood on the Door
03:53
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All around there messages to be found
There’s some numbers here that are out of line
Not a talker but you were born with your Levis on
Step to mount Sinai from blood on the door
Flowers bloom but they always fall apart
And they grow to the light to the light
My older brother can look after all the talking stuff
He turns sticks to snakes and poisons the nile
Sober up or you’ll struck down when you muddle up
I lost two sons when they mixed up their fires
Flowers bloom but they always fall apart
And they grow to the light to the light
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5. |
Desperate Shadows
03:20
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The rising tide of wounded pride
Swells up and down
No thoughts of compromise
But your tired eyes
Those desperate Shadows
Are what it’s all about
Every movement you try
Quickly passes by
Breathes in and out
No time to prophesize
But those tired eyes
Those desperate shadows
But those tired eyes
Those desperate Shadows
The slippery slide - of suicide -
Ends in the ground
No thought of trying times
But those tired eyes
Those desperate Shadows
Are what it’s all about
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6. |
Someday
04:01
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That’s when you know - That you’re cancer
And there is nothing in the larder that will keep the wolves at bay
And who -Threw the first stone
Do they bath in the light of purity as wind fills up their sails
You - Are you perfect
Piety and righteousness woven through your sordid tales
How - Do you make sense
‘tween all your inconsistencies and seized up rusty scales
Lost in a forest camped by a fire
Kissed by sun and moon
Someday you’ll find it
Long through the fog, twisted rivers
Caves and fields of blue
That’s when you know - your a chancer
Fake fur like a lion lined up around your swallow face
So far - through mayhem
When I think of all the shit I’ve done I cannot comprehend
Someday you’ll find it
Lost in a forest camped by a fire
Kissed by sun and moon
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7. |
Trepidation
02:55
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When you cry out, you’re falling and you can’t control your arms
Little night owl, we fall so quickly for your easy charms
No time for tragedy There’s no way to stop it now
No hope of sleeping if she starts to carry on
No rocking that could soothe her No sound will calm her down
There’s nothing to do - it’s just the way we carry on
When she cries out, I can hear the endless tearing of my heart
I block it right out and lift my sleepless body in the dark
Oh why do you fight
No time for tragedy No way to catch it now
No time to be living with the way we carry on
No short term memory Nothing can change it now
Nothing will be shifting it’s the way we carry on
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8. |
Spawning
04:15
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There was something about it
The way the seashells seize the shore
If there’s a breeze I could could part it
It’s not a moment of control
For so long we’ve been drifting
Growing strong and growing bold
But the season’s departing
Feel it ripple through the shoals
There’s something warm in the currents
Ingrained but never known
Many leagues through the water
A tireless rip that drags me home
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9. |
Body Horror
05:15
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WinterFox NSW, Australia
With impassioned immediacy Winterfox play indie rock that will jangle its way into the very core of your being.
Expect a frenetic journey of unhinged guitars, fat harmonies and hooky tracks on show.
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