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Hard Ship

from Traveller EP by Monty Bevins

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A song written immediately after a deep discussion with a Cambodian taxi driver on his horrifying involvement in the Khmer Rouge tragedy

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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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from Traveller EP, released September 4, 2018

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New Zealand based folk-soul touring musician

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