1. |
building a nest
03:06
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homes not where i hang my hat
but its where i find it easiest to breath
the open air
so write the stories from your life
and tell your friends how they've changed yours
changed your life for better or worse
then let them all go
let the birds free
set your birds free.
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2. |
shattered in the ripple
02:15
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3. |
grandad's ode
02:47
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grandad stayed in bed to wilt away
mother kept the pieces of him she could save
from the rising grass
curling round his cheeks
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4. |
in december
05:00
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well they told me the world would end in december
thats a load of shit i said, how can anyone believe that mess
then i rode my bike home to my love, as fast as i could
just in case the news was true
mother has had enough of our abuse
finally
in fear of falling skies
we became searchlights
guiding lost truths to our shores
we built symphonies of glass words
and trusted them in each others shaking hands
when her body gave up, we put my first friend down
burned the fur and flesh away
grow young with the country old friend
i kept her print in plaster like a headstone
where we died every night.
but i was west when she bathed in flame
the seeds we never tucked
now sleep in my thoat
sprouting trees, choking me when she howls through my bones
we'll be dying for the rest of our lives
and well sift the ashes, to recover what survives
we'll be dying for the rest of our lives
and we'll sift the ashes, something always survives
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5. |
many miles
02:46
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at times my chest feels like an eggshell
my heart a fragile yoke inside
but you can hold me close
in your clumsy grasp
so please travel lightly
we've still got many miles
please travel lightly dear
we've still got many miles to go
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6. |
memorlude
02:50
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please take the load off your spine
go back
your roots will show you where
you've never known
that memory came to soon
memories come to soon
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7. |
sway
02:32
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please don't fear
i'll be home soon
i know you hate bein alone
i hate it to
let them fall little darlins
your beautiful when you sleep
i left a light and the tape running for you
an i'll be there when you wake
i'll be there when you wake
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9. |
the waters indoors
02:52
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this old house
i swallowed it whole
once we pulled the teeth from the attic
unsettled the dust and bodies in the walls
we unearthed a record from within a door
we killed the dust and played it loud
played a song that walls can tell
or floorboards
ceilings or hallways
played the sounds
of home
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amazing friend, amazing music.
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