1. |
Anchor in the Clouds
02:48
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I crawled to my room
Finally made it through the door
Smiled at the roof
Spent hours falling through the floor
Where do I end?
Where do you begin?
There’s a shared centre to our shared pleasure
I think I’m gonna fall right through
All my limbs are lying on the ground
And I’ll plug them back in if I ever come round
I like the way you weigh me down
The anchor that I dropped got stuck in the clouds
Someone I trust
Cut my rope back to the shore
Came too uncuffed
Afflicted with the wanted more
Tell me it’s spun cos I weigh a tonne
When each night is through think our campsite’s moved
Last night I think I ate for two
All my limbs are lying on the ground
And I’ll plug them back in if I ever come round
I like the way you weigh me down
The anchor that I dropped got stuck in the clouds
And I’m not moving so free
Im not moving so free
All my limbs are lying on the ground
And I’ll plug them back in if I ever come round
I like the way you weigh me down
The anchor that I dropped got stuck in the clouds
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2. |
Show Me That You Care
03:39
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Got every reason to sport blues
But it’s not the colour that I bruise
Flip to win, make it count
Dock your mind to the full amount
Noted duly, dial it down
You’re keeling over from how tight your wound
Show me that you care
Enough to pull my hair
Light so stark and then it gets dark
See the exit through
Lots more work to do
It’s sublime for such a short time
There’s nowhere to be with no way to get around
And breathy mutterings say settle down
Pencilled in, cleared your day
Called up sick in a sorry state
Load the corner, knock it round
‘Cos winners cower as the clock counts down
Show me that you care
Enough to pull my hair
Light so stark and then it gets dark
See the exit through
Lots more work to do
It’s sublime for such a short time
We are old and all grown
Second time loosing teeth
Said we wouldn’t succumb to the giants of our teens
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3. |
Kurrajong Hotel
03:37
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You said it’s no fun
To walk around thinking you’re the only one
To push through with blind faith
You’re gliding down the steps of all the tracks you take
I’ve been acting earnest
So why’re you always preaching?
You put me through the furnace
Your eyes are so beseeching
Surely I have earned it
The right to tell you keep it to yourself
I don’t want your help
You said there’s no grace
For a car load full of people sliding down a cliff face
And I showed my distaste
For your choice of conversation at this time of day
I’ve been acting earnest
So why’re you always preaching?
You put me through the furnace
Your eyes are so beseeching
Surely I have earned it
The right to tell you keep it to yourself
I don’t want your help
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4. |
Please Don't Be Mad
03:06
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Idle here a halfa, sitting on red
You said thanks but I’ll train it instead
I’ve been tryna peek the screen in your head
Bouncing off your concrete skull
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Can’t use solipsistic for the way that it sounds
Keep it in your locker ‘til The Chase hits town
Recognise the way that you keep looking down
What more can I do?
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Came to put some colour in the pantry, love
Playing catch with nettles in your baseball gloves
Nothing comes to intervene from above
Guess our last insurance prayer must have bounced
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
Please don’t be mad
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Mistakes in the windows of decisions on bad days
The great lakes make no mention of the ground that slips away
I waded through your stream
Your current muscles me
It takes time to both agree
You'll find me Beija Flor
Where the river meets the shore
It cannot be ignored
You'll find me Beija Flor
You'll find me Beija Flor
Where the river meets the shore
It cannot be ignored
You'll find me Beija Flor
It's said that whats written should be read and published
And its said that whats published should be know to the public
There's no time but the time we spend
Make our mark and get ahead
Bank rolled to a better end
You said that you feel it too
You love this place but don't know what to do
It's too hard to be of use
When everybody turns blind eyes
When everybody turns blind eyes
You'll find me, Beija Flor
Where the river meets the shore
It cannot be ignored
You'll find me, Beija Flor
You'll find me, Beija Flor
Where the river meets the shore
It cannot be ignored
You'll find me, Beija Flor
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