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Traveller
03:46
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Traveller travelling out on my own two feet
Through the picture I drew from my window seat
That was strewn with the favourite things I'll see if I have wings
Traveller travelling yearning
Traveller travelling out through the open frame
There's a wonder around every bend in this game
Like feathers on the breeze we're taken where we please
Traveller travelling learning
How lucky are we to be born at all
Spin the globe with your eyes closed and drop a finger
How lucky are we to be born into this pure land
Traveller travelling down every lane road street
With the memories you hold of the folks you meet
Who are slow to rise over the wheel but only 'cause they're steel
Traveller travelling yearning
Traveller travelling out on the mystery
Look at her she shines and grows and knows of no horizon
As young as the eyes through I see, alive is all I'll need
As a traveller travelling burning
How lucky are we to be born at all
Spin the globe with your eyes closed and drop a finger
How lucky are we to be born into this pure land
How lucky are we to be born at all
Spin the globe with your eyes closed and drop a finger
How lucky are we to be born into this pure land
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Hard Ship
03:26
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Late at night is the hardest time for walking home all alone on these
Marble streets where my platform cleats play havoc with keeping my feet on the ground
So I cut back to the graveyard rank and spot the cabbie whose flag has fallen
He leans across to colour me in with a silent peaceful toothless grin
I tell him 'bout the noisy newspaper factory that billowed through the night to break my sleep
And the faces on all the older people in town looked like the life had been sucked right out
And the big bucket sips on the tyre river trip had me seeing double and feeling sick
And the final straw for my aching back was the stacks of fractured skulls up on display
He said yeah I know what you mean you should've heard them emptying the magazines
And yeah, I know what you've seen, like the look on my mother when her baby screamed
And the bodies floating down the stream I guess they found the leftover kerosene
But ever since the hardship found a place to be I've never been back to sea
Never had to jump ship onto the bloody shore
Never had to rush home and barricade my own front door
How I keep coming up with all of the reasons for this hardship I'll never know
Made it back to my culdesac where he offered up change from his handful of shrapnel
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Country Slow
04:36
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Everywhere I look streets awash with disorder
Seminal soul distorter throwing its weight around
Everyone I see head down gathering water
Half to a neon quarter for where you can pour it out
85 come before the smoke pours out the valley floor now from the cavity
86 sound the horn, announce my soul reborn, renounce the weight that falls behind
Toot toot gonna take me a train out of my own dead merry go brain
All the volatile versions of myself
Two tickets for me and my soul way down the back with the grain and coal
Where I can be assured that there’s enough on board to burn me out,
out into the country slow
Everything I knew swallowed up whole at the border
Everything you had taught her down to the bottom of the well
Every time I slow I’m a dead beat backwater
But hidden is a flow toiling out under me
85 come before the smoke pours out the valley floor now from the cavity
86 sound the horn, announce my soul reborn, renounce the weight that falls behind
Toot toot gonna take me a train out of my own dead merry go brain
All the volatile versions of myself
Two tickets for me and my soul way down the back with the grain and coal
Where I can be assured that there’s enough on board to burn me out,
out into the country slow
Country gone done slow me down against all odds again
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Or Is It Just Me
03:10
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A room full of people who already know, fruit of the vine and the warmest glow
Stage by the fire it’s time for the show, if everybody’s talking, is anybody listening?
All come gather ‘round there’s comfort in the grave somehow
Comfort in the gravest words you’re telling me
Look who’s talking now
I want something I can hold on to, I need someone to break the news
I want something that I can’t see through, if everybody’s talking, is anybody listening?
All come gather ‘round there’s comfort in the grave somehow
Comfort in the gravest words you’re telling me
Look who’s talking now, look who’s talking now
Does anybody take this seriously, or is it just me
Like a vagabond shepherd on the highest sea, never had a minute for poetry
Does anybody take this seriously, or is it just me
The ones worth listening to are not so easy to be found
‘cause the ones worth listening to are out there figuring it out
Oblivious to the waves and bow to no one’s doleful sounds
But there’s comfort in the grave somehow comfort in the gravest words that you keep telling me
But look who’s talking now, look who’s talking now, everybody’s talking now
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Lovers Again
05:07
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Hey baby it’s me that handsome old relic that took his chances
From over the other side of I’m told a crowded room
Hey baby it’s me that crowning old waterski open champion
That dug it a little deeper on the bank in front of you
A body that could save the world, it’s been sinking
Mother of my baby girls, I’ve been thinking
We could outrun it all, I know a track that nobody’s been on
We could have back with all the hours in our day
We could outrun it all, back to the shack down by the sea
We could go back to calling ourselves by a different name
Back to when we were lovers again
Hey baby it’s me that handsome old relic that took you dancing
I stood on your shoes, but you’d never feel those blues again
Hey darling it’s me that found them hidden under the kitchen counter
Playing games of hide and seek like it was just last week
A body that could save the world, it’s been sinking
Mother of my baby girls, I’ve been thinking
We could outrun it all, I know a track that nobody’s been on
We could have back with all the hours in our day
We could outrun it all, back to the shack down by the sea
We could go back to calling ourselves by a different name
Back to when we were lovers again
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Monty Bevins New Zealand
New Zealand based folk-soul touring musician
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