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Ghost in the Everysong
02:35
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I should book a flight
I should make my plans with you
Change my fucking attitude
And get back home to Perth, get back home to Perth
You learn a living from
The ghost here in the everysong
Takes you broken, black and long
And hugs you like a pill that disappears again
Do you see me break
When you say we're enemies?
Have you seen me go to leave?
I never move an inch, never move at all
We could steal the keys
And win the green card lotteries
And wake up in Los Angeles
With nothing in our lives but songs as bold as lies
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2. |
Bins
04:00
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Stay with me forever or 'til you have to leave
Nothing's over-easy, except for sunny me
Side up in the cradle, rock me up the creek
Down on every damn thing and darling I'm a treat
Take me to your hometown, put your records on
Show me 'round the butcher, baker and salon
And cut me like Delilah, style is number one
To this bolder then an eagle, screaming ball of fun
Surely I was making a sound
In silence I didn't realise I'd drowned
If I am all the people found
Then put me in the bin
Put me in the bin
No one in a villagen no one rushing home
To see that I am naked, sunny and alone
Sat on the verandah, crying on the phone
Now the operator hears my final tone
Surely I was making a sound
In silence I didn't realise I'd drowned
If I am all the people found
Then put me in the bin
Put me in the bin
Put me in the bin
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3. |
Don't Go to Melbourne
04:04
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Don't go to Melbourne or the USA
Don't go to Melbourne or the USA
'Cos you don't know how long you'll stay
Don't go to Melbourne or the USA
Don't go to Sydney or to Adelaide
Don't go to Sydney or to Adelaide
It's forty degrees in the shade
Don't go to Sydney or to Adelaide
Cos I don't know how long you'll stay
And I need you and I'll smoke everyday
Don't you need me?
Look at me: crying, coming down
Marry me, I'm not leaving town
Oh, touch my skin
Heal me wounds
Sing to my bones
Marry me
You're already gone
Where do you love me? I am going there
San Francisco? Santa Barbra? Baby, anywhere
When there's blood in the bay
You'll call and say,
'Don't go to Melbourne or the USA'
'I didn't know how long I'd stay'
'It's forty degrees in the shade'
'Don't go to Melbourne or the USA'
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4. |
Feed the Swan
03:23
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And the banksia heavy with spring in the flower
Is feeling the weight of the turning
From the stage to the stall in memorial hall
But I can remember it burning down
And the Indian hand cut The Swan through the land
To raise up a town he could give her
And I looked for you there but the dolphins were dead
Somebody poisoned the river
And I lost a million people in there
Oh, you brought me closest to crying
I’ve given you just about everything that I got
Knowing that you would be going for good
I dug a hole with a diamond
So sing me our hymns while the Indian brims
With songs for the swans and the island
And I lost a million people that way
Oh, you brought me closest to crying
I’ve given you just about everything that I got
I’ve given you just about everything that I got
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Ciggie Grin
01:45
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End to end a boring place
(Warming place)
But seas all rise on judgement days
(We all rise)
And dig in with a little diction
Say, ‘Gavel, felon, real conviction’
And build the case on anything
(Many sins)
With rookie scorn on ciggie grins
Or keep my silence, that’s my right
(God is in the quiet)
The power of a turning night
Um
Stand
Look
And
I don’t believe you
Clap
Um
Cry
Cum
But I still need you
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Jacob Diamond Melbourne, Australia
Excitable, noisy and alert coastal resident, mainly on large tidal flat systems
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