1. |
Rest Your Song
03:37
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When you try, to climb a mountain
You can’t see, how high it is
And the trail, is getting narrower
All the time
Turn away, rest your song
Rest your song until it’s sweet
When your song, is getting harder
You can’t think, what to sing
And your voice, is getting quieter
All the time
Turn away, rest your song
Rest your song until it’s sweet
Don’t go out, without your holy things
And a bag, of bended nails
When your soul, is bent & broken
Turn away
Turn away, rest your song
Rest your song until it’s sweet
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2. |
Honest Woman
03:13
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You’re an honest woman, you don’t tell me lies
When the news is bad, you just say the words
That put a hole in my head
Is spinning round
I can’t feel the ground
Beneath my feet, the earth is slow
And there’s nothing I don’t know
And the message of the song is there’s really nothing wrong
Behind my eyes, a message flies, and takes me back to you
All the pages that my eyes have read
All the stages that the signs have said
Goodbye to you
And the message of the song is there’s really nothing wrong
Behind my eyes, a message flies, and takes me back to you
You’re an honest woman, you don’t tell me lies
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3. |
Crazy Love
03:52
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You wanted it all, you wanted it all
You’re always saying you won’t be staying the night
You’re really saying you won’t the breaking this line
Then you found this crazy love, you found this crazy love
You left it all for a box on the floor crazy love
You left it all for a box on the floor crazy love
And its a long way home,
We’ll take the ocean road
And with the lights down low
We’ll put our hearts on show
Then you found this crazy love, you found this crazy love
You left it all for a box on the floor crazy love
You left it all for a box on the floor crazy love
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4. |
Just Cause I Can
03:49
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When I wake up it’s coffee for one
I don’t have to worry if the dishes are done
Don’t have to worry about washing my hair
If I don’t have my makeup on I don’t really care
Nothing to do, nowhere to go
I can dance naked to the radio
Nothing to do, nowhere to be
There aint anybody waiting for me
And if the door slams, I don’t give a fuck
Cause I’m not going to wake, anybody up
And if I break shit, I don’t give a damn
I can do anything, just cause I can
Eat the same thing 3 days in a row
Straight from the pot, who’s going to know?
I haven’t checked the mailbox or locked up my bike
I can leave my clothes around any way I like
Nothing to do, nowhere to go
I can dance naked to the radio
Nothing to do, nowhere to be
There aint anybody waiting for me
And if the door slams, I don’t give a fuck
Cause I’m not going to wake, anybody up
And if I break shit, I don’t give a damn
I can do anything, just cause I can
And if you think that I’m falling apart
Just another fuck up with a broken heart
Everything is coming together at last
Now that I’m free I’ve got a brand new start
Nothing to do, nowhere to go
I can dance naked to the radio
Nothing to do, nowhere to be
There aint anybody waiting for me
And if the door slams, I don’t give a fuck
Cause I’m not going to wake, anybody up
And if I break shit, I don’t give a damn
I can do anything, just cause I can
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5. |
Preserved Lemons
04:32
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Row your boat out on the river
Take your shadow to the mat
The song your listening to, is playing in your head
And the world becomes your dream
Preserved lemons, and Pelicans cleaning their coats by the river
And the light is shining, down through the cracks in the bridge its a winters day
When your life becomes the river
And your mind just goes away
And everything you do, is echoing around
And the world becomes your dream
Preserved lemons, and Pelicans cleaning their coats by the river
And the light is shining, down through the cracks in the bridge its a winters day
You, you are everything
You, you are everything behind your dreams
You, you are everything
And the world becomes your dream
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6. |
Airport Song
04:06
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Come tomorrow you’ll be on a plane
Tipping back your seat, pouring out a drink
Of something cold and magical to make the air seem thick
Turn the dust to sparkles light the way
The quality of light is somehow different on the ground
Everything around is slowing down
Pulling into focus all the things that catch the eye
A message from the underground
Waking up to things you’ve left behind
Going round full circle in your mind
A slower space of breathing in to what was always there
Heaven in a single drop of rain
Coming to a standstill in the singing of the air
A song that’s speaking out your name
Waking up to things you’ve left behind
Going round full circle in your mind
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7. |
Heartbeats
03:20
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Concert in amber so it seems
No one remembers
but its still dreaming, over and over
Hearbeats
During November crossing lines
Over & over
But they’re still meeting, over and over
Heartbeats
To the beginning I go
Over and over you know
Slowing your breathing till its
Slow beating over and over
Heartbeats
There is one last place to go
Tell me a story you know
One leading to a believing
Heartbeats
And in the end it still goes
Over & over you know
Sun shining over the water
To the beginning I go
Over and over you know
Slowing your breathing till its
Slow beating over and over
Heartbeats
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8. |
Your Skin
04:02
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There was a time, when the world still mattered
I touched your skin, and the earth was shattered
There’s an echo of a King & Queen
An answer back to an old old dream
And in time we come awake, the daylight leaves a shadow, on your skin
Some of us are scared of hell
Some you know, we’ve already been there
We danced by the waterfall
We drank while the moon was full
There’s an echo of a King & Queen
An answer back to an old old dream
And in time we come awake, the daylight leaves a shadow, on your skin
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9. |
Dialectic
03:24
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I said its so hard
Holding all the joy & sorrow
That comes with the ineffable nature of the universe
The great unknowing, can we ever know
What it all, what anything means
She said, its just so fucking cool
I said I feel great delight, looking at the great rusting hulks
That ply the oceans on their journeys to far away, mysterious places
And the tugs like sheepdog, the cranes like giraffes
They swarm & arrange the great rusting creatures, attend their movements and feed their mouths
She said, its just so fucking cool
And the world as we know it is burning
But it still keeps on turning, least that’s what we think
We keep on looking for meaning, all of this dreaming
Must have a point
Rain beats against the window
The ocean is whipped with foam
We’re warm inside and I’m buried inside you
And I try to speak all this wonder with too many words
and you say
Its just so fucking cool
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10. |
Ordinary
02:49
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I kind of like the way
My clothes are on the ground
you can carry water
You leave your cups around
All that we know
All that we do
Is all just, trying to be
Ordinary
Baby bring me dopamine
Take me to the river
I don’t like this desert air
You don’t like it either
All that we know
All that we do
Is all just, trying to be
Ordinary
Feelings
Slowing down my breathing
Coming home to meaning
Being
Ordinary People
Hey here’s a hole in my soul
kind of feels like pain again
When the air is heavy
It’s like you stick your finger in
All that we know
All that we do
Is all just, trying to be
Ordinary
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Rob Findlay Fremantle, Australia
Guitarist, Bass Player, Singer, Songwriter.
Current Guitarist for "Dave Robertson & The Kiss List, "Ewan
Buckley & Public Son". "Rachel Armstrong & Menders Chest" and Surf Instrumentalist "Danger Island".
Former Bass Player and Songwriter with Perth 80's/90's Surf Punks "The Neptunes"and way too many other Perth bands to mention.
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