1. |
Another Year Asleep
01:58
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holding my breath, circling slow
what good is this ground when it still hurts to hope?
(can this be enough?)
stumbling on words i've already said
how many more times can i learn and forget?
(can it ever be enough?)
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2. |
How Strange
04:19
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winter months, summer spells
wilt or bloom, in empty rooms it's hard to tell
scattered seeds, salted snow
young leaves yearning, still unlearning all they know
i might change and never grow
where were the places the poison got through?
weathered and wasted,
where were the places the poison got through?
(weathered and wasted, oh i
i should know better but i--)
hear them sing with voices thrown
the same old song, oh, player piano
(and so it goes:)
another prince on pale horse
a trick of light, shadow of a shadow
and i'll change and never grow
crystallised at seventeen
in restless sleep, recurring dream of younger leaves...
how sad, how strange
to see a stranger
these tired eyes they say are mine
tongue tied, mouth stained
with this bitter flavour
weathered and wasted,
where were the places....?
who did this to you?
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3. |
Phantom Falling
05:03
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built myself from parts,
fragments of a dream
cut and pasted out of someone else’s fantasies
watching from the wings
waiting for my own
to burst out of these bones
maybe i'm...
i believed it
i believed those stories
played them on repeat
but i feel it
i can feel it falling
always out of reach
i was waiting on
the violins when you begun
choking up on words i hardly know the meaning of
your silhouette in stars
and how this silence screams
i'm splitting at the seams
maybe i'm--
i believed them
i believed those stories
hummed the harmonies
i was weakened
and i let those sirens
sing me off to sleep
now i feel it
like a phantom, falling
always out of reach
(like a phantom falling...)
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4. |
Clouded Gem
05:22
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(i was sure i could shatter
with a strong enough blow
but whose hands would heal me
when i had lost my own?
and did i fall, or was i thrown?)
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5. |
Painted Sun
02:56
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the winter wore off
and soon came the summer
i painted the sun on the ceiling above
as a colour by number
sent off the boats
to sully the water
i stood by a sea of a thousand new lovers
eyes full of wonder
hoping this one works...
starting again
lucid and laughing
i'll plant a new seed and hope that it leads
to something more lasting
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6. |
Without a Target
05:00
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still starry-eyed
and stained with these colours
sometimes i wonder...
the storm on my skin
invisible, silent
i hate how i want it
it leaves a bitter taste
when no-one is to blame
a mouth of blood and spit without a target
so i swallow
i've tried it, i've tried
but there's no comfort in the consolation prize
i've tried it all my life
but i'm tired of feeling tired all the time
it leaves a bitter taste...
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7. |
A Human Work
06:04
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words are wilting
colours bleeding
loosening and losing meaning
and i, i can't speak
(i can't say what i mean)
dream of flying
wake up wingless
i was told this would be painless
now i, i can't sleep
(just leave it in a dream)
i'm too tired to sleep...
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8. |
A Break in the Clouds
01:23
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9. |
Nothing
04:51
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all the flowers
lining windshields and gutters
such a beautiful nuisance
how long left
’til this all becomes poignant?
at just the right distance
try and make-believe
a meaning to everything
this is more than a waste of time
(just please don’t say this was pointless)
try and make-believe
a meaning to everything
this was more than a waste of time
wanting to believe
a reason for everything
this is more than a waste of time
all the time spent
pulling petals for blessings
stupid and smiling
all the sleep lost
in the wake of a bad dream
summing to nothing
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10. |
Skies May Fall
05:24
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breathing
blooming
planting
praying
leaving
losing
wilting
waiting
skies may fall and waters rise
you may yet be surprised
what you'll forget and what you'll find
in another year's time
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11. |
To Death
06:26
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in the north, i was haunted
and the south was the same
there's no peace in the west
no rest in the east
now i'm lost like i wanted
(or i'm back where i started...)
some day, i may savour this nausea
i have heard them harmonising in dirges
i have felt their fingers tight 'round my neck
i have wondered what it's going to take
i've been blinded by coins on my eyelids
i've been choked by a rope round my neck
and it scares the life out of me
but not to death
not yet
'til then,
i fold my days with the laundry
watching stella maris blur before me
i fold my days with the laundry
watching stella maris blur...
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marumaru Sydney, Australia
a permament placeholder // mildly mysterious multi-genre musicworks from post-ironic idol Avery Hutley
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