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Preface
02:35
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Two Verses,
A bridge and a double chorus,
Bring me solace,
Bring me comfort,
Bring me calm.
What else is there to say that's not already been said in a different way?
Dried up, wrung out,
Tilted sideways so that everything falls out.
Because there's words,
In my brain, and they won't go away,
Until I write them down and shout them into space.
Don't always love the taste,
But I haven't found a better way,
to process while existing at this pace.
Until I'm,
Dried up, wrung out,
Tilted sideways so that everything falls down the drain,
The content's different, but the substance is the same.
Over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, again.
Over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, again.
Over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, again.
Over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over, again.
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Pelican
03:45
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It's been a while, but I've been thinking,
about what I said, when we were talking,
and I'm sorry, I'm stupid, that's stupid, I'm stupid.
I'll go hang out with the ducks,
find somewhere to sit beneath the trees,
a pelican, by the lake, my life is great,
and when I get home I will do the laundry.
Like a gum tree, something changed inside me,
folded over, and now I'm backwards,
The smallest stream, becomes a river,
with enough time, and enough water.
The smallest stream, becomes a river,
with enough time, and enough water.
I'll go hang out with the ducks,
find somewhere to sit beneath the trees,
a pelican, by the lake, my life is great,
and when I get home I will do the laundry.
So I'll stay here, until all of this blows over,
until all of this blows over, until all of this blows over.
I'll go hang out with the ducks,
find somewhere to sit beneath the trees,
a pelican, by the lake, my life is great,
and when I get home I will do the laundry.
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3. |
Change
02:04
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There is a spot, on the couch, and I'm starting to wear it out.
So I'll shift, to the left, do the same thing in a new spot I guess
That moving slowly facilitates change.
Pocket full of 10 cent pieces, cash them in for something better,
It's worth the same, but my pockets sure feel lighter.
So I'll move, to my feet, and I'll move my things across the street,
In hopes that moving forwards will bring some change.
But the change, it's in me, and it'll follow wherever I can be,
This mid-year new-year is starting again.
Silent bottle of champagne, they flow over in my brain,
and fireworks abruptly light the room.
Thanks for the home-cooked meals, and for always listening to me.
Thanks for the home-cooked meals, I'll try to visit once a week.
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4. |
Playing House
03:02
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I've got places to go, but nowhere to be.
I am content, just Idling momentarily.
Guess I'm playing house, like I know what it's all about.
Just mucking about, until one of falls out.
Playing house.
When I just want to kick goals, I'm slowly fixing my aim.
Another process that I'll refine.
In time I'll reorganise
Just playing house.
like I know what it's all about.
Just mucking about, until one of falls out.
Because I'm not sure there's a purpose, to existence more broadly.
But I know that I feel good when you're existing next to me,
and just playing house.
The past 12 I've been watching clover grow,
In my backyard with the fig tree.
Everybody knows, that the company you keep, and the way you feel in your mind, make up an existence if you let them over time.
So I'm playing house.
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5. |
Airhead
03:25
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You're here, again, same spot as last year, but this time in the opposite direction. Surely that's significant but you can't make sense of it. Seeking profound truths in introspection.
Stand still, compose, breathe in deeply through the nose and feel the earth spin beneath you. So relax, take it in, before too long it'll be gone again. Try to just feel thankful that you had it, and make it a habit. Being glad that you had it.
Stay in one place, feel the smile on your face, and try to savor that feeling. because it will be here again, but with different means to the same ends, in never quite the same way.
Stand still, compose, breathe in deeply through the nose and feel the earth spin beneath you. So relax, take it in, before too long it'll be gone again. Try to just feel thankful that you had it, and make it a habit. Being glad that you had it.
Easy to miss when the world's so big, always looking forward to the next big thing. Perpetual planner perpetually planning. Go with, the flow, I hope it takes you where you want to go, but until then try to focus on just feeling.
Stand still, compose, breathe in deeply through the nose and feel the earth spin beneath you.
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6. |
Tectonic Plates
03:23
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Hot air is combining with the cold air that's above me,
It's swirling around and making clouds.
They're pillowy and white, silhouetted light, in a way I won't see twice.
I can feel plate tectonics moving,
I can hear the planet grooving,
rearranging, beneath me.
I feel like things are changing,
I guess nothing stays the same and I think I like it that way.
The waters in the stream are trying to carry me in one direction,
but I won't let them.
As the molecules pass by, like a rock I will reside
This river's changing, but I'm remaining.
I can feel plate tectonics moving,
I can hear the planet grooving,
rearranging, beneath me.
I feel like things are changing,
I guess nothing stays the same and I think I like it that way.
Moving bit by bit, changing day by day, I'm just like a tectonic plate.
Planets orbiting in my wake, think of me in the same way.
The only constant is change.
The only constant is change.
I can feel plate tectonics moving,
I can hear the planet grooving,
rearranging, beneath me.
I feel like things are changing,
I guess nothing stays the same and I think I like it that way.
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7. |
Scumbag
03:13
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At sunrise I knew I needed to feel the water,
As if there was somehting I needed to wash away,
So I drove out to the ocean and let the sun soak me,
But the feeling of unease, it still remains.
S C U M B A G
Make an example out of me.
S C U M B A G
Make sure that I'll never be, again.
She could feel the hangover on my breath,
I bet it tasted like regret prematurely.
Guilt filled me through a screen from the past I hadn't seen.
It's like a stain that won't wash clean.
S C U M B A G
Make an example out of me.
S C U M B A G
Make sure that I'll never be, again.
I've got a friend that believes in me,
Even when, I muck up irreversibly.
I've got a friend that believes in me,
Knows I'll be better if I think about this critically.
I've got a friend that believes in me,
I stuff up irrevocably.
I've got a friend that believes in me,
And I'll be better, because I want them to keep trusting me.
S C U M B A G
Reckoning and repenting.
S C U M B A G
Remorsing and repairing.
S C U M B A G
Make an example out of me.
S C U M B A G
Make sure that I'll never be, again.
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8. |
Becoming
03:38
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I guess this is a part of me now.
Something I'll have to grow around.
Inosculation envelopes me and all of my worst traits.
Which inflate in my altered states, until the two halves become whole.
I'm not my mistakes, I'll define me by how I respond to them.
I will try to take this in my stride and I will be better for it.
When pain grows around you, you can grow around it too.
Building my own private hell.
Fixating on how you felt, and what you've been through.
But what good does that do?
I've got to change how I act too.
If I want to help you, I've got to forgive myself too.
Because I swear I'm trying to change,
I'm making progress every day.
Dedicating this state to you.
Because I'm never going to forget,
But If I spend my time crippled by regrets, how will I improve?
I'm not my mistakes, I'll define me by how I respond to them.
I will try to take this in my stride and I will be better for it.
When pain grows around you, you can grow around it too.
If the context allows to, I'll take onus and review.
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9. |
I Love You
02:59
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"I love you."
Say it like you mean it, into the mirror, and try to receive it.
It might seem strange at first, but you can practice.
Say hey mate you've got this.
Try to silence the version of you that disagrees.
You're your harshest critic, so I'm trying to be your biggest fan.
Providing endless support, advocating point units, in your chosen sport.
I'm your biggest fan, and you can do it.
I'm positive you're capable, when you're devoted to,
Accepting the context you're exposed to,
And attempting to acknowledge what you've been through.
"I love you."
Say it like you mean it, into the mirror, and this time believe it.
I guess, this is, just the way that things are for the moment.
I guess, this is, just the way that things are for the moment.
"I love you."
Say it like you mean it, into the mirror.
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10. |
Author's Note
01:03
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Apprehensive Emerald, Australia
Apprehensive is an alternative acoustic musical project.
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