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What does it take
04:07
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I’m staring at my silent phone
the hunger always in my bones
just waiting for your sweet voice
I want to be your only choice…
what does it take for you to miss
the way I laugh the way we drift
into a world we both create
with all our truth and no mistakes
and what does it take to find that bliss
where our two hearts can find a wish
and all our dreams are all for this,
what does it take for you to kiss me?
what does it take for you to kiss me?
I’ve stripped back each and every veil
across the deepest seas I’ll sail
‘cause your smile calls to my own soul
and sets this fire to my coals
so what does it take for you to miss
the way I laugh the way we drift
into a world we both create
what does it take? what does it take?
what does it take? what does it take?
all my best times and all my worst times are locked in your eyes, oh yeah
all my best times and all my worst times are locked in your eyes
if you could only see
what does it take? what does it take?
I close my eyes and feel your kiss
the sunlight song of your lips
releasing all that binds me
and in that dream my heart flies free
so what does it take baby, what does it take?
what does it take, baby? what does it take?
what does it take, baby? what does it take?
what does it take, baby? what does it take?
what does it take?
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2. |
Penelope's Call
04:14
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sirens call, sailors fall,
drowning all in the sea
sorceress spins, swine nature wins,
the gluttony of sin all she sees
lost boy with your soldier’s toys
won’t you hear my voice
calling come home to me
come home to me
myth hides the true perils of you
a price always due in the end
lost boy with your soldier’s toys
won’t you hear my voice
calling come home to me
come home to me
the end of our reckless youth
this end will not be our truth.
not me and you
tales begin, fear digs in
can hope win you from the sea
come home to me
your home I’ll be
lost boy, lost boy!
come home to me
come home to me
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3. |
Fruit Box
04:51
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he fills a box with fruit and hands it to a girl
with flowers on her skirt and a ribbon in her curls
stumbling on what to say to coax her open smile
though if he had his way she’d linger for a while
to get to know him
to get to know him
in a broken handled mug he pours himself a drink
cold water from the jug or straight from the sink
his head spinning lines no spark to make them fly
to the music he can find, his own words running dry
still held within him
still held within him
but his songs are older than the road
the light and shade of a journey to be told
the path through a heart healed and torn
bruised in being born
and left to wander all alone
so he fills a box with fruit
the wind on the road cutting through the sun
the ever present flow that strips him back to one
travelling now at speed but he doesn’t feel the rush
still waiting for the one to give that little push
and she will know him
yes, she will know…
so he fills a box with fruit…
yeah he fills a box with fruit
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4. |
Little Old Town
03:34
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there’s a little old town in the south of my heart
buried far from the tears of the past
that little old town where my lover holds me still
he don’t need a passport to enter that place
no papers required he just feels his way
to that little old town where he holds me in his arms
and oh, life is sweet
in that town where dreams are real
we don’t need money, we don’t go to work
we dive from the sand dunes straight into the surf
in that little old town where my lover stays with me
and oh, life is sweet
in that town where dreams are real
I open my eyes and you think I’m here
but your eyes deceive you, you know I’m still right there
in that little old town where my lover stays with me
that little old town where my crazy dreams are real
oh, that little old town where my lover holds me still.
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5. |
The Silence
05:06
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I feel your breath on the nape of my neck and I wonder what you think
in the silence of our little home, still poised on the brink
the words hang in the air between and I wish they could be unsaid
in the silence of our little home they’re still ringing in my head
and oh, I would take them back if I thought you’d do the same
but the moment it’s gone past us, there’s nothing more to say
you roll away and I hear you sigh and I feel like I could just die
‘cause the silence of our little home hides the tears we won’t cry
and oh, I would try for you if I thought you’d do the same
I’d cross a raging sea for you if you’d just say my name
but the silence of this little home is more than we can tame
we lie in bed, a sleepless night, and we try hard not to crowd
in the silence of our little home every breath seems too loud.
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6. |
Black Highway
06:14
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he was always on the road
running to the next big thing
running from demons of the past
running fast as his stride could swing
and the music spoke louder than she could
the tarmac song called through the miles
til he was not the man he was
when they first exchanged smiles
and he’s never, no he’s never going to stay
‘cause he’s wedded, yeah he’s wedded to that black highway
they met in a diner one morning
searching for a way to live
searching though neither one knew it
searching for one who could give
and her whisper sounded louder than the jukebox
and his skin hummed to the timbre of her voice
and their smiles touched and lit up
when their eyes shout the truth of their choice
but he’s never, no he’s never going to stay
‘cause he’s wedded, yeah he’s wedded to that black highway
she woke to the cold of his absence
lying in the loneliness of one
lying eyes had told her
that her lonely days and nights were done
but he was never going to stay
for more than a few days
look around and he’ll be gone
back to his one true home
the black highway
black highway
he gave his soul to the black highway
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7. |
Lover
05:53
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I was riding so high didn’t see the blade held low
‘til my blood ran red, a river in full flow
you looked into my eyes saying ‘I hope we’ll still be friends’
such a civil lie for such a vicious end
you left me with no choice but to pretend
so little pain as the knife slid through my ribs
words spilled from your lips so truthful and so glib
as the world slides away I try to make the pieces fit
to find a path avoiding that last hit
but there’s no puzzle here and no way around it
so if you won’t call me lover
I’ll be damned if you can call me friend
if you won’t call me lover then this
this is the end
you didn’t break my heart I didn’t know you that well
but you broke my dream and that hurts worse than hell
amid platitudes and clichés of ‘it’s not you, it’s me’
the only thing that is clear for me to see
is that woman standing where I wished to be
so if you won’t call me lover
I’ll be damned if you can call me friend
if you won’t call me lover then this
this is the end
all my blood runs black scrawling across this page
in between the ink, the traces of my rage
leaves me battered and bruised fractures still to mend
bare faced truth so much harder than pretend
you’re not my lover and I can never call you friend
so don’t call me over - there’s no comfort you can send
no distance you can cover to reach a gentler end
‘cause you won’t call me lover and I cannot call you friend
trust won’t recover - some things are never meant to mend
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8. |
Chances
04:32
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Cassie wakes with the setting sun
paints her toenails one by one
and says to the mirror
tonight will be better
she hums a little to herself
one glass one plate there’s no one else
but lean a little nearer
her smile is clearer
and her head still spinning with her dreams
her world is not quite what it seems
Tom washes off the dirt
clean fingers tucking in a shirt
that makes his eyes more blue
(so mum said, it must be true)
he wonders idly should he shave
his dinner in the microwave
spins half-forgotten
his toes tap a rhythm
and his head still spinning with his dreams
his world is not quite what it seems
and maybe they will meet
maybe they will dance
maybe on this night
these hearts will take a chance…again.
Cassie fumbles with her keys
her mind is like a honey bee
buzzing with excitement
from saying what her heart meant
Tom stumbles through the door
thoughts upside down with so much more
than he dreamt he would find there
he’s never felt so clear
and their heads still spinning with their dreams
in a world that’s not quite what it seems
in separate worlds these dreamers dance
still waiting for that second chance.
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9. |
Picket Fences
05:46
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he woke me in the morning, said “honey, it’s time to go”
we pack our little case, head out on the road
and the sun poured down like heaven through the clouds above
all we had was two changes of clothes and our love
to keep us warm
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s enough.
travelling down that road, wind tangling in my hair
and the desert heat rises, waves shimmering in the air
we don’t know where we’re going, just know where we’ve been
searching for that special place we know but have never seen
where we’ll be enough, ‘cause sometimes that’s enough
we stop in a nowhere town, we’re running low on gas
take out that old guitar and sing for our supper as people pass
we’re not scrounging for a dollar when we’re singing that tune
when the music plays it all fades away and there’s just me and you
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s enough
picket fences and fancy cars, that’s never been the dream for us
we’ll find a place where our music’s heard and that’ll be enough
yeah, that’ll be enough
that’ll be enough
he wakes me in the morning, says “honey, it’s time to go”.
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10. |
The Sea Knows His Name
06:31
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my love, my love is drowning in waters I can’t see
the calling voice is stronger than any word from me
I hold him but he’s slipping away
nothing I can do will make him stay
the call leads him deeper hooked into his soul
and if I try to keep him here, oh he’ll never, never be whole
the sea knows his name
my love, my love is wandering on oceans far from me
the calling voice a more bitter loss than his own family
he tries to float but he’s fading fast
weighed down by the fears of his past
the call leads him deeper hooked into his soul
and if I try to keep him here, oh he’ll never, never be whole
the sea knows his name
my love, my love was lost one night to the belly of the sea
the calling voice pulled harder in the silence of the deep
the space he left so cold by my side
he’s drifting, jetsam on the tide
the call leads him deeper hooked into his soul
and if I try to keep him here, oh he’ll never, never be whole
the sea knows his name
oh, the sea knows his name
only the sea knows…
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11. |
Away
03:51
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my demons whisper your name
delicious torment to my ears
I push myself away from this game
but your voice it draws me near
you never see the flames as they run
‘cross my flesh, sweetest burn
casual touch of your hand on my skin
a lightning strike as you turn
away, always away
away, always away
away, always away
and I’m left to burn...away
my dreams haunt me daily
these coals never cool
your smile like a bellows
drives this heat right through my roof
the ground shakes below my feet
the lava pent up rages
molten hunger keeps me from my sleep
and self-control slips in stages
away, always away
away, always away
away, always away
and still I’m left to burn...away
napalm fingers, incendiary grin
you’re branded on me
where you’ve never been
this fire it must consume me
caged, never will be free
for your ice will never agree
and to ash I’ll fall...endlessly
away, always away
away, always away
away, always away
til there’s nothing left to burn...away
and still you make me burn...away
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12. |
The Wild One
05:56
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he shuffles down the corridor
bleary eyes and slippered feet
on the endless journey to the door to the street
feels the urge to look at the stars
walk free of the hallways and rails
a tottering escapee of the nurse’s next round.
clear eyed and quick on his feet
out the door at the age of fifteen
through his mother’s tears she bid him goodbye
he got a job on a deep fishing crew
lied about his age ‘cause that’s what you do
‘til you prove you’re more than some kid from the ‘burbs.
oh, he was a wild one in his day
the first to the fray
‘til the years had their way.
he met his love in a grocery store
sweet Christine with her shock of dark curls
and her eyes that burned clear to his soul
she made him laugh and she made him cry
they married under her father’s eye
before the kids arrived and changed their whole world
oh, he was a wild one in his day
the first to the fray
‘til the years had their way.
looking back through the years, the heartache and tears
the laughter and joys, his love and their two little boys
always bright in the sun
in his mind ever young.
he stands confused, a ghost at the door
gazing down at the worn lino floor
lost in the rainbows of the days of his past
‘cause time’s a river that he cannot fight
in the end it draws us all to the night
flickering candles drifting out on the tide
oh, he was a wild one in his day
the first to the fray
‘til the years had their way.
yes, he’s a wild one they all say
always going astray
keeps running away.
they lead him back to his cold little room
a single bed in the swallowing gloom
but he closes his eyes and Christine’s in his arms.
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13. |
Tears for Some Other Day
05:31
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she came into the bar in a dark floral dress
the fading of its colours matched the whiskey on her breath
and in the shadowed corner he mistook her for a friend
but she smiled and shook her head and took a booth at the other end.
there was something about her, a sorrow in her eyes,
drew him from his comfort to slide in by her side
she laughed soft and low when he asked for a name
her eyes lighting up for the old remembered game
and in the glow of the lamplight she shed the weight of years
her voice like a bell calling him near.
older than he’d hoped for but he couldn’t look away
a tight held desperation sang in every move she made.
she said “I don’t care if its right or wrong”
as her fingers traced a path down his arm
“all I know is that for today…
I need to drive my fears away
leave these tears for some other day”
his hand touched her thigh and he could feel the way she shook
the longing in her eyes and the deeper breath she took
and she whispered hold me so close you are all that I can see
let me lose myself in you, you can lose yourself in me.
the sad depth to her smile a ragged razor’s edge
tearing through misgivings when she took him to her bed.
she said “I don’t care if its right or wrong”
as her fingers traced a path down his arm
“all I know is that for today…
I need to drive my fears away
leave these tears for some other day”
a couple of months later he was back in that bar
his gaze on the door as he cradled his jar
and he called to the barkeep for yet another beer
listening for that voice that called him so clear
and the barman told a story of a woman who came round
fleeing from the killer that put her in the ground.
she said “I don’t care if its right or wrong”
as her fingers traced a path down his arm
“all I know is that for today…
I need to drive my fears away
leave these tears for some other day”
won’t you help me drive
won’t you help me drive
oh help me drive my tears away.
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14. |
Rising Sun
05:00
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she opens her eyes, the sky’s still dark
holds her breath to feel her beating heart
she drags herself out for her morning run
her driven search to meet the sun.
the money’s always tight it’s never enough
to buy the luxuries and fancy stuff
she’s counting pennies one by one
dreaming always of the sun
the children’s voices they fly like darts
and nestle into her bleeding heart
she never shies from what is done
in her striving to reach the sun
and though the doubts won’t disappear
and the dark is feeding from her tears
her broken parts she can’t repair
still she knows the sun is there
she opens her eyes, the sky’s still dark
feels her breath and her beating heart
she dives out of bed for her morning run
she’s racing out to meet the rising sun
to meet the rising sun
to meet the sun
always the sun
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15. |
Rising Sun
05:00
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Rising Sun
she opens her eyes, the sky’s still dark
holds her breath to feel her beating heart
she drags herself out for her morning run
her driven search to meet the sun.
the money’s always tight it’s never enough
to buy the luxuries and fancy stuff
she’s counting pennies one by one
dreaming always of the sun
the children’s voices they fly like darts
and nestle into her bleeding heart
she never shies from what is done
in her striving to reach the sun
and though the doubts won’t disappear
and the dark is feeding from her tears
her broken parts she can’t repair
still she knows the sun is there
she opens her eyes, the sky’s still dark
feels her breath and her beating heart
she dives out of bed for her morning run
she’s racing out to meet the rising sun
to meet the rising sun
to meet the sun
always the sun
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Jane Cameron Melbourne, Australia
beauty is... tears in laughter, small joys even in the midst of sorrow, a drifting feather, a cold beach, the wind over the ocean, cold fingers on the skin making your heart warm, storm clouds and lightning, rain, the sun through green leaves in the morning, voices singing, the rhythm of a drum, the beat of your heart, the sigh of your breath and moments of pure relaxation...and a ukulele helps. ... more
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