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Soaking Cherries
03:47
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All night long, they’re soaking cherries in rum
Stacked in jars, leave in the cupboard for a month
Glasses clink, still laughing after 40 years
Hard to think, as we sit next door in our stink
Frank, Dean and Bing, through the walls we heard them sing
Our Christmas talk, of what the year had brought
As silent nights turned into weeks and months of spite
The nicks appearing on your skin, the rust had truly settled in
Are we calling time? Shall we die on the vine?
Keeping distance between, what is said and left implied
Words are blunt, but silence rings
And lays everywhere in our things
An endless start, we sat for years around the mark
Now I want you more, I want you even more than I thought
But when you come by, feels like it's been years every time
I fill my fork, with every pregnant pause
Lying to our friends, is where it starts…it doesn’t end
Are we calling time, shall we die on the vine?
Just keeping distance between, what is said and left implied
Words are blunt, but silence rings
It lays everywhere in our things
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2. |
The Course of Love
03:49
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I'm not going to make it hard
For you to move on or fall apart
To grow up or to restart,
May you stay in the course of love
I don't want to mess around
I'm not going to revel in these downs
Or wear my sadness like a crown
Stained the course of love
Convince myself to stay on the banks when I'm sick of it all
When do I want to dive back in to the thick of it all?
I won't call when I'm feeling weak
Or tell your friends I'm losing sleep
Like a bruise I'm proud to keep,
Made in the course of love
I hope you've made a good start
I know you've got a golden heart
I held it sometime in the past
When we lay in the course of love
Convince myself to stay on the banks when I'm sick of it all
When do I want to dive back in to the thick of it all?
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3. |
Head
02:59
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Got a lot to learn, to keep your head above the worms
On the ground, they’re eating holes for you to drown
When you leave the dirt, it doesn’t brand, it doesn’t burn
Dust off your skirt, and raise a finger
Head flicks round fast as they’re whistling
Girl feigns that she’s not listening
Young enough to be his daughter
Gorillas in the mist, sawdust and boredom
As Jesus might, you hold your head into the light
Roll up your spine, tell everyone that it’s alright
Head moves slowly as she feels the sounds
To the left and the right, like a sideshow clown
Addled circuit, flushed with dopamine,
Squeezing the last of it up from the barren stream
Listen they won’t, oh they’re never knowing what your heading toward
Listen they won’t, oh they’re never knowing what your heading toward
Listen they won’t, oh they’re never knowing what your heading toward
Head flicks round fast as they’re whistling
Girl feigns that she’s not listening
Young enough to be his daughter
Gorillas in the mist, sawdust and boredom
Got a lot to learn, to keep your head above the worms
On the ground, they’re eating holes for you to drown
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4. |
Used to You
03:13
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Never thought you would blunt my sting,
Any time we touch I don't feel a thing
When I say I love you, I hope it's true
But honey I'm just so used to you
Honey I'm used to you
I never get through to you
I'm just so used to you
I forget you're mine
Honey I'm used to you
I've tried everything with you
So what am I to do
To make this right?
Never thought you would blunt my sting
Any time we touch I don't feel a thing
When I say I love you, I hope it's true
But honey I'm just so used to you
Honey I'm used to you
I'm seeing that you knew
The things we used to do
Won't work this time
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Xanadu
03:56
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Jamie’s got a lot to consider
There’s rumours spreading throughout town
He’s puckering his lips in the mirror,
His daddy’s putting his foot down
Jamie says he doesn’t want to hurt him
He only wants to shake his thing
He jumps up on the table and cocks his hip
And fans his arms and blows a kiss
There’s so many heads to turn
And so many eyes to catch
Jamie’s going to light it up
And dance to Xanadu
We used to sit and make up stories
For the drivers on the Hume Highway
“This guy’s got a mistress in Chiltern”
“That hippy’s bound for Byron Bay
I would try and make mine different,
But Jamie’s always stayed the same
Nobody was ever driving home…
Everyone was going away
There’s so many heads to turn
And so many eyes to catch
Jamie’s going to light it up
And dance to Xanadu
No-one could assume you walking through the room
Nothing could consume you, walking through the room
Now you’re dancing to Xanadu
I tell him about this club in Beechworth
Where nobody would pluck his wings
Where he could leave behind the dark years
Every night I heard it swings
But Jamie’s gone and made his mind up
He’s packed and he’s city bound
He says “I’ll let you know how I get on…
Well I guess I’ll see you around”
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Your taste, dances round my head back, forth and wild
As I brace, my back to the wall, you push and pull me in time
With your pace, it shifts the boards beneath my feet
And in case, I lose control I close my eyes to feel the beat
Your spine, sways like Neptune’s necklace in a gentle tide
As time, moves from her watch, she smiles and turns a blind eye
And I’m dry, with what to say, but your whispers fill my mind
And they could be lies, but I’d still be mouth-wide, hypnotised
But now I’m alive, yeah I’m unbound and light inside
And I don’t walk, lumbering like an angry giant, hunched and tried
And I feel, like I’m of the earth, seas and shores
And I don’t kneel, or feel the need to preach to you anymore
But sometimes, I see myself driving a sports car
With you next to me, asleep, but then you melt away into the dark
And every day, I ask myself “where are you? And what’s my aim?”
Is it to attain? Or lay on the beach to try and hear you again?
What’s my aim again? What’s my aim again?
Been tripping on my toes a lot
My aim was true but I forgot
Been tripping on my toes a lot
My aim was you, but I forgot
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