1. |
Cut The Scene
04:20
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you must’ve learned to speak your name
before you learned to breathe
but the same blood that runs inside you
runs in me
the cadillac of grand cliches
an echoing from older days
you left the windows open for the storm
and it’s like a summertime disease
this california wine in me
it leaves me high and standing right there where i was
but i’m way too comfortable to leave
got nothing but jokers up my sleeve
and the sand in my shoes keeps me on the ground
i’ve learned not to expect anything too profound
the camera’s wide, it never ends
it follows you around the bend
i feel safer knowing that i can be seen
i pick apart my daydreams
and i leave them by your door
there’s no reward, but i still do it all the same
shotgunning beers out in the yard
trying to find ways to close your heart
to cut the scene, get off the set, to break for lunch
but you’ve got this impulse to remain
hovering and waiting in the doorway
decoding symbols that have been left just for you
who else could understand these things except for you?
i was poised, and i was a long shot
i couldn’t keep my young mouth shut
but now i swallow my words
before i even know what they are
i left you messages for weeks
now i’ve forgotten how to speak
but i don’t need to talk, i’m out here just for one
stand at the centre while it breaks
and listen to the sound the world makes
all the witnesses get nervous on the stand
the spirit cracks under the weight of these demands
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2. |
Newcastle
06:57
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on the back of your funeral
we took the short flight to newcastle
from the heights of the hotel
the daylight untensed like a muscle
our friends had trashed the room
before we had a chance to take off our shoes
drinking champagne and orange juice
i’ve been here before, but man it’s different without you
the sand under my feet, and that cut-glass water
shared a cab to the party
took pictures of all that we saw
and when the crowd fell to pieces
i took the backstreets alone,
the summer heat and insect drone
surrounded me like
an ancient, dead scripture
we all met up back there
and tried not to mention your name
watched the nrl final from a cheap pizza place
on the main street
the cowboys took extra time
and knocked the broncos off their feet
thurston had a look on his face
like he’d just been saved
as if you could find salvation
but only in simple ways
and you taught me
that if you keep your hands up
the one thing that can hurt you is you
and you’ll march through your days
with a brave face and no illusions
and we shall not all sleep
but we shall all be changed
and cover the changes
and we shall not all sleep
but we shall all be changed
but i am not changing
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