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I know you don’t love me anymore but
sometimes It feels like you’re my only friend
You don’t love me anymore but
sometimes It feels like you’re my only friend
I gave you six months longer, now I wonder where they went.
A bottle of brandy for tonight, another one for tomorrow
I will call you later, when I think of something to borrow
I know You don’t love me anymore but
sometimes It feels like you’re my only friend
You don’t love me anymore but
sometimes It feels like you’re my only friend
I wrote you a farewell letter, but I haven’t sent it yet
I scrubbed my place clean, threw the bottles in the bin
gave the vinyl away, but I kept the Leonard Cohen
I know You don’t love me anymore but
sometimes It feels like you’re my only friend
You don’t love me anymore but
sometimes It feels like you’re my only friend
I’ll see her later again, was gonna call to tell ya but I didn’t in the end.
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2. |
Just One Kiss
02:51
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If I could I would give up my day job
And spend all my time with you
You could take some time off work
Do all the things that we wanted to do
If I was hungry, I wouldn’t have to feed
Just one kiss from you is all that I would need
I don’t know what it is that ails you
I can put my arm ‘round your waist
I want to be the kind of man
That you can never ever replace
And if you hurt me from some ill thought deed, well
Just one kiss from you is all that I would need
You talk about your lonesomeness
Days spend in the wilderness
Take my hand I want to lead you
To somewhere else, somewhere else
I want to cook you breakfast
For many mornings to come
I want to see us walking the streets
I’d like to see you having some fun
And if you decided a different life to lead, well
Just one kiss from you is all that I would need
And if I was hungry, I wouldn’t have to feed, yeah
Just one kiss from you is all that I would need
And if you hurt me from some ill thought deed, well
Just one kiss from you is all I would need
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When You Were Drunk
04:50
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When you were drunk you told me something - You’ve never told me before
Like when you drove a car in the rain
The night your father died
The night your father died
And you spoke of how the car stopped -And you couldn’t start it
Until the next day
When you were drunk you told me something
When you were drunk you told me something - You’ve never told me before
How you sat behind the wheel
And you lay your head upon it
You lay your head upon it
While the creek that ran alongside the road - Swelled and swelled
Until the next day
When you were drunk you told me something
When you were drunk you told me pack my bags
And I cried myself to sleep
And in the morning you awoke
Like an unwinding wave
Like the dust storm I saw in Griffith
And you held me as you stared at the cat
In the window and you told me Something You’d never told me before
When you were drunk you told me something
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Roll Call
05:25
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I met Dave when we were 14
Now he stands apart from the others silently smoking
We reacquainted in a bar in West End four years ago
But we found we needed to keep in touch
Laura was the kind of friend you’d boast about
Soon we realised the face she wore that we loved was a mask
At a party once in Ashgrove I found her crying by herself
And we sat and hugged til the house went quiet
Janey was there to the end
She held my hand while she slept and I couldn’t
She paid my bills and looked after Mum as well
Even though I said that she shouldn’t
Sarah played guitar in a band that I once had
Now she drums her fingers on the railing of the stairs
I drank too much at a gig one night after someone had said goodbye
She took my keys and drove me home and put me to bed
My sister and her husband and their little girl
They are standing with Mum, my sister’s holding her hand
They’re talking to Tom who was the only one there that day
Mum is shaking her head, she doesn’t understand
And I’m not sure why Roger’s here, I haven’t seen him since Woodford 09
I heard he married a widow and adopted her son
Mikki’s already drunk something today I can tell
Emma has her arm and they’re standing very still
They all begin to go inside and fill up the pews
When I was sick I told them to celebrate but I haven’t seen that yet
But as “Come On Up To The House” plays on the stereo
I see some smiles, some sing along and I know I’ve paid that debt
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Scatter The Stones
04:19
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Everyday I walk down the road
Carrying a bag filled with stones of different kinds
Some smooth from the water, some jagged hewn from rock
Some are older than others, some fall through a tear
I scatter the stones, on to the ground
At the journey's end
And I have built, a little more road
To walk on
There is a woman at the side of the road
Sitting beneath a tree and she calls me to her
And she takes me in her arms but when I awake
She is gone and so I carry on
Everyday when I wake up I thank the lord, for things I have
I have my left hand, I have my right hand and I have my legs too
I pick up my bag and I put it on
And I walk back down the road
I scatter the stones, on to the ground
At the journey's end
And I have built, a little more road
To walk on
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6. |
Gonna Love You Right Now
04:53
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I hope you pray to God everyday
Baby you’ve got a lot of work to do
You’re trouble with a bottle
But your heart’s as light as rain
Bridge
I know one day you’ll move away
But I still smile at the sight of your face
I know one day you’ll find your way
Out my door to some other man’s place
Chorus
So I’m gonna love you now as much as I can
I’m gonna love you right now as much as I can
Saturday morning’s for lovers - But she’s restless and kicks the sheets on to the floor
Wanders round the flat singing and naked
Steps lightly over the mess of the night before
Make plans for the markets instead
Bridge
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You Were Asleep
04:28
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I woke from a dream
Around two AM
You were asleep
I listened to you breathing, you were asleep
I poured myself some water
And returned to bed
But I could not sleep
I listened to you breathing, you were asleep
I dreamed I was on a boat
And you were on dry land
And the boat was slowly moving away
But seemed to stay
Reached out with our hands
But we could not touch
The boat was slowly moving away
But seemed to stay
Later I awoke again
And so did you too
And you reached out and put your hand on my head
And in that way you fell asleep
I listened to you breathing, you were asleep
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Darling You're Enough
02:22
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I’m tired again and you pour the wine
We want to clean the spare room, but never have the time
I listen when you say “don’t be mean”
But sometimes that falls like luggage to the floor when you come back to me
At the end of the day, what I mean to say is “I’m sorry” Oh I’m sorry
Cos Darling you’re enough I don’t need any more
Cos Darling you’re enough I don’t need any more
All the people who’ve loved me they caress and they hug me
They tease me and exchange violent words with me but you stand there still
Get up on your toes
And I bend my head to you
I know most of the reasons
Why you do
But I don’t need to know the rest
Cos Darling you’re enough I don’t need any more
Darling you’re enough I don’t need any more
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9. |
My Love For You
04:28
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My love for you was a paved road
Going nowhere in a particular way
We held hands looked right and left
Stopped whenever there was a place to rest
And when he came driving a horse, and pulling a cart
There were apples, there were oranges
And when we put the fruit to our mouths, drank from the wine
Roasted by the fire with forks in our hand
My love for you
Was a paved road
Going nowhere
If I see you on the road amongst the rock, and the stones
I will tip my hat lying down there, amongst the magazines
Perhaps we will share an apple again or run to the water, and dive in again
Laughing and joking and washing it all away
My love for you
Was a paved road
Standing still
My love for you
My love for you
Was a paved road
My love for you
Was a paved road
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10. |
It's A Little Closer
06:23
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There’s a dog trotting on the white line
I want to watch it but I am driving
Driving down her street
And I have to get there as soon as I can
There’s a shifting of muscles and of bone
Deep within and it feels like going home
Her fingers dance upon my arm
Tiny fingers just like the rain
And I didn’t want to die but now
It’s a little closer
We can pull it in like a hug, it’s a comfort when
It’s a little closer
Well I tried to keep my head above the shit
Sometimes, sometimes I found
It was easier to drown
That’s in the past, in the past now
I didn’t want to pull you in
Down into the mire with me
But when I heard you call my name
I found you’d jumped in all the same
Well I didn’t want to die but now
It’s a little closer
We can pull it in like a hug, it’s a comfort when
It’s a little closer
And before I leave I kiss her on the forehead
She is still asleep but she smiles
I’m thinking in the car as I drive
Down our street, and I’ve seen how it can be
And I can’t tell you what happens next
I clean the clothes, empty the rubbish
I wake up and I go to sleep
And we talk in between
Well I didn’t want to die but now
It’s a little closer
We can pull it in like a hug, it’s a comfort when
It’s a little closer
Well I didn’t want to die but now
It’s a little closer
We can pull it in like a hug, it’s a comfort when
It’s a little closer
It’s a little closer
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11. |
Stuck In A Basement
03:45
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J. Beavis/A.Garton
And we try to hold it in our hand for a little while before it blows away
Try to lock hands and eyes and search for all the things you forgot to say
And maybe soon we’ll wave our arms, find our weathervanes
And you step out on the street and everything looks the same
But you cross the street from strangers
A door banged and you jumped and I held your hand
And my Persian neighbour brings us tea and oranges But you will never understand what he understands
And you all laughed and remembered, one day you will die, maybe it will be today
And you didn’t want that to happen yet
Sometimes at night, when you are asleep I sit and
stare at my glass while the cat curls around my feet
And I never will forget, how they ushered us into the basement and bolted it from the inside and we sat on flour sacks and tried not to cry
And the maître d’ told jokes and opened a bottle of expensive wine and said "it's okay, this might be the last time we taste something so fine”
In the morning at home we saw amongst the irises
A young man in high vis vest and combat boots and clutching a bottle of wine
And he smiled as he snored and my son asked “who is that man?”
But we closed the curtains and finished our toast and went off to work
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12. |
I Am Here
04:32
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I thought I heard a noise in the cutlery drawer
When I was looking for a corkscrew
I felt a warmth beside me on the couch as I lay down
But it was just the new little kitten
I could hear her voice reminding me to take out the recycling
It took two trips because of all that wine
I could say I felt her hand on mine as I began to sleep
But she’s gone, I have the urn, on the shelf to remind me
Well I don’t believe in the afterlife
In heaven or in god or the saints
And I don’t believe she is watching over me
I just know that I’m here but she ain’t
I can touch these things around the house that she once held in her hand
In fact I did last night
I wear my grief like a blanket that she crocheted
I only let the cats pass beyond
Out here you can go all day without talking
To another person but I think that’s okay
To say that I miss you and your breath by my side
You would love that the kitten licked the tears when I cried
Well I don’t believe in the afterlife
In heaven or in god or the saints
And I don’t believe she is watching over me
I just know that I’m here but she ain’t
I just know that I’m here but she ain’t
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The Wicked Messenger Brisbane, Australia
Sad modern folk music from relatively happy people.
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