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Down By The Riverside
05:48
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Took a trip to the back of my mind
Found myself down by the riverside
Heard a man screaming at the sky
He made no sense but he sure did try
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside on the edge of town in the back of my mind
A lonely dog sits under a tree and if she could talk, oh the things she’s seen
I see a rope hanging over a swimming hole and my brother making
that water explode
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside on the edge of town in the back of my mind
We left our shoes and ran upstream, it’s not clear what we were thinking.
Before we jumped we didn’t ask would the current let us pass
Down by the riverside.
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2. |
There Swells My Heart
04:42
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Twin memories
Faded in print
While you kept the set
I traded mine in
I can still see you in your pastel suit proffering a white corsage
Whenever your ghost appears, there swells my heart.
Over the house
Is six and out
With your freshly minted tape
Let’s split this town
If we’re really feeling it
Let’s take my car and head on out to seven bends
And smoke some pot
Whenever your ghost appears, there swells my heart.
I think I can feel you, is that weird?
I hear you laughing, that much is real
No I’m not crazy
Just hoping you’ll walk back in that door again one day.
Last time we spoke
Seems like an age
All I can hear
Are the things I didn’t say
What kept me from reaching out
Am I secretly ashamed of what I have become?
Whenever your ghost appears, there swells my heart.
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3. |
Baby It's For You
04:03
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The sun sets in your eyes
The moon is eclipsed by your smile
It’s hard to stay angry at somebody so heavenly
The rain it falls for your thirst
The birds are singing for your mirth
They are a choir, they sing what you desire.
Baby, it’s for you.
The seas swell for your health
All the fishes offer up themselves to be swallowed
They would be honoured.
A comet screams across the sky
All it’s hoping is to catch your eye
It’s slowly dying, are you seeing?
Baby, it’s for you.
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4. |
Slumber Eyes
04:41
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Curled up watching porcelain
Half light
A fool to disturb at this rare time
Its calm outside
And no one’s waking us today
I’ll try to stay awake hand picking fresh memories
Like a florist alone at a market
Spoilt for choice in the amber glow
My basket never sees a load
I’ll hoard until I’ve fallen back asleep
Through slumber eyes
I like to remember you through slumber eyes.
Waiting for you to turn back on your side
The market is closing but I’ll be fine
In the half light
These blooms will keep and never dull
I’ll dole them out one by one
They’re savoured precious memories
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5. |
Hacky Sack Dreams
03:17
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Caught between malaise and the duvet I’m late again
This time of year I always feel middling
The clock is changed as the leaves turn brown
I guess it’s time to pack away those summer plans
The smell of fresh cut grass is a memory passed
So pull out your flannelette sheets
Maybe it’s time to up the meds again
And cut out all drinking during the week
Mental hibernation
Swiftly sweeps across the nation
No need for agitation, we’re ok.
South of indecision, bordering apathy
On my way to detachment street
Between malaise and the duvet it’s safe to say
I’ll have to give up those hacky sack dreams
Mental hibernation
Swiftly sweeps across the nation
I try to remember
There will be another summer
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6. |
Swift Goodbye
03:49
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Beautiful child, the one I never laid eyes on
They just swept you away back in those good old days
I don’t know if you look like me
In a women’s ward on the outskirts of town
Is where they shamed me
I bid you farewell when they severed the braid
Grief mixed up with relief
My heart has been broken since you were announced
And I learned that this swift goodbye was coming.
I wasn’t permitted to comfort your first cries
Caught up in the moment I forget the colour of your eyes
Innocent child of my own design
Now all your dreams are free
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When your tears have dried there’ll be another every after
Until that time don’t go too far away
When your tears have dried oh no more sorrow
Nothing more than salt under your eyes
It’s a delicate balance
Flirting with malice
Don’t be tied to inherited patterns
It’s a bad trip, all dressed up like a skinny dip
Can’t say you didn’t try.
When your tears have dried you’ll usher in a better tomorrow
As you awake tomorrow becomes today
When your tears have dried oh no more sorrow
Nothing more than salt under your eyes
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8. |
Tongue and Groove
06:26
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Nothing is wrong
I just can’t get along
While I’m here alone
Should I just dance it off?
The feel of moccasin sliding over tongue and groove
That’s what pulls me through
My senses have peaked
To close to the skin
Not liking the cut
Of the vibes I’m picking up
I need that feel of moccasin sliding over tongue and groove
Hush my tactile ills.
If you’re having a bad day, just dance.
Sliding around
Forgetting the drought
Unchaperoned
I’ll just dance it off
I need that feel of moccasin sliding over tongue and groove
My cup is filled as I move
Soon I’ll see the dust
Glisten in the sun
That’s when I’ll know
I’ve gone and danced it out
That feel of moccasin sliding over tongue and groove
Lay waste to the tarnished mood
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9. |
Privileged Keeper
04:56
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The worst in me
May it be easy to see
Smote the flame
Before the blaze
Echoed feet
Wander down narrow halls
Pick the lock
Open the door
Innocence, your soul is my privileged
I’m merely holding it until it’s time to let go.
May my inkling
Be everlasting
Ring the bell
Anoint the babe
You are so pure
I mean not to dilute
May our gesturing
Be heirloomed.
Innocence
Your soul is my privileged
I’m merely holding it until it’s time to let go.
A long goodbye
That takes up a lifetime
So turn the field and lay the crop
Enter the plee
Raise the mast
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Edward Castelow Auckland, New Zealand
Singer person.
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