1. |
Burning
04:50
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Polaroid dream by the river
Naked, I took your picture
The clouds gathered 'round like bacteria
Fragilely leaking ash from the sun...
Careful in your summation
Packing and droving to station
Feeding a striking heat on the wind
Barking at antlers shed like a skin
Burning-
Once on the road you slow to a stop
Headlights blind the mosquito crop
Shadowed shoulders splitting the smoke
Engine abstention and starting to choke
Burning-
Fire trail torn with four-wheel-drive
Cloven depressions and rigours and rive
Thousands of years undersold, undermined
Bounding across containment lines
I told you I'd yellow if you ignore me
The first of a dozen straight days over forty
Can of tears on your windowsill;
There's more than a million deer in those hills,
burning.
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2. |
Disappearing Tarn
03:04
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The darndest thing!
A week of rain!
Rot sets in
In the caverns of the brain
Need to dry!
Where once was fire
Stands a light-emmitting-dias
And it's pious acolyte
No ugly song
Or ceramic gall,
Garden overgrown with
Forgotten vegetable
So pass the key
And roll
Down the drive
Like a medicine ball
Tarn
Tarn
Nation run
On effortless imperium
Tarn
Tarn
Nation turn
On a dime and disappear again...
What was said?
Fed and fought
By the masthead
Strained beneath the digger on the dole
Nest of glass,
Narrow pass,
If ever I'd escape
I'd pay to lay on cemetery grass
The mountainside!
Shallow stream!
Knows no gnosis,
No allegory, salivary greed
Just water blue
That echoes green,
Drained before me like
A vanishing dream
Tarn
Tarn
Nation run
On effortless imperium
Tarn
Carn!
Nation, turn
On a dime and disappear again...
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3. |
For Whom
04:24
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To whom will I tend,
the market, the mending,
for whom will I saddle the horses?
And why would I run,
my soul slipping under the table,
diverse and divorcing?
For soothing, the song
is coming out wrong,
I feel powerless now to carole it
The words that you kept
held hard to your chest
have been beaten and callously stolen.
Who will I seek
to sterilely sleep by
and by my contented heart shuffled
Away on the stream,
to stolidly dream
s'tho your skin kept the street-noise a-muffled
For sure I endure,
though I'm dead in the water
the rain makes a crude overtaking,
Red light in front-
the disorient tolls a
sound quite like screeching and braking
By whom will I wake
to sunlight mistakenly
torn through my cowardly curtain?
For you in the pleat,
the passenger seat,
I will wait till I'm sick and uncertain...
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4. |
A Stumbling Song
03:09
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There's no rule to getting on
just write it in a stumbling song
Or throw the paint against the wall
whatever sticks is sellable
I could never hear the sound
of traffic till I looked around
Tyres roll over my mouth
re-set my ribs into the cloud
mmm...
That's no way to get ahead
calloused in a callow bed
Want to run but rue instead
rolling on the internet
I thought I saw serenity
new year on that gusty beach
But winter wove a threnody
and sanitised the urgent sea
mmm...
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5. |
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Girl behind the counter
Speaks ancient poetry
As I settle into sirens
And recite the will to leave
Home is where the hearth is
There a fire burning long?
Though no timber cracks within me
I once heard a muffled song...
As I poisoned my mind with fables,
Still lying on the floor,
Nathan's building nice wooden tables
For us to eat at evermore.
Someone make a midnight wine run
Can you get enough to share?
As we marvel at the varnish,
I slide slowly down the stair
And the air tastes like traffic
When there's little more to do
Than hope when someone lays the groundwork
They leave space enough for you
As I poisoned my mind with fables
Feeling blindly for the door,
Nathan's building nice wooden tables
For us to eat at evermore.
If something's ever worth buying
It's worth buying in a rush
And I can feel it's come for me now,
Spinning sharply from the rough
A career in indignation,
With indifference to spare-
See him sanding back the hours,
Have I forgotten how to care?
Poisoning my mind with fables,
Not another endless chore..
Nathan's building nice wooden tables
For us to eat at evermore
For us to eat at evermore
For us to eat at evermore.
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Well Into Winter Melbourne, Australia
AltFolkRock from Naarm via Albury/Yackandandah.
Debut LP out now.
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