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Pheasant Country
04:01
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Out here it's pheasant country. They raise the young ones for the hunting.
And with their rifles locked and loaded, they show them a freedom short and sweet.
Maybe that's how all freedoms should be.
And one winter the river flooded and washed away all of the ducklings.
And the same with their mother, and their father was seen in town.
But no ducks have lived on the river for years now.
I heard Scarlet broke the towel rack, up in the famous pink room.
Climbing through the window, mud on the carpet;
at least that's what your grandmother believes.
But you've got a different story - for every room, another glory.
Days wasted on the front lawn, playing crochet.
Hiding thimbles in strange places in the living room.
And though some of us are gone now, from this life and from this old house.
All your words they bring them right down, till their right here--
right beside us. Till they're swinging in the park.
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Kind Living
04:17
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Living out here, I think it's changed me.
I ain't dreaming about dying all the time.
Listen for the creek flowing by my door,
and all through the night I hear the great bats soar.
Living out here, I think it's changed me.
My heart was drowning when I left the big city.
We were living like prisoners up on the second floor,
as if I'd never seen that great blue sky before.
Come and see me sometime.
Out here, where the living's kind.
Living out here, I think it's changed me.
The grass ain't greener but it's wide and moves for miles.
I think I'll stay here till my sun's gone down.
Beneath a coat of stars, with the darkness all around
Come and see me sometime.
Out here, where the living's kind.
I've lived in cities most of my life,
till I let myself forget what the world really looks like.
Living out here - I think it's changed me.
I ain't thinking about leaving all the time.
Come and see me sometime.
Out here, where the living's kind.
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Game Show
04:14
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Had a game show dream. Mumma won it all.
From the living room I watched white linen on the lawn.
California palms, all that red wood pine.
Why do they wait so long? For the old tears to shine
Blue light breathing neath my window.
Where she calls me, I cannot go.
Had a new years dream down at festival hall.
Everywhere I looked, faces plastered to the wall.
Still you haunt my dreams, after all this time.
But your skin is thicker - couldn't spread my arms so wide.
Blue light breathing neath my window.
Where she calls me, I shall not go.
Had a game show dream. Papa lost it all.
From the living room I watched white shadows on the lawn.
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Another Life
04:09
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Fast n Free
04:44
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Stubborn Fool
04:07
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Stubborn fool, stubborn fool, gotta let go sometime.
Why do you hold to the rose till the handle's all but broke?
Suffocate, suffocate, until you fall where hard waves break.
Don't expect to be saved - you stubborn fool, you stubborn fool.
Stubborn fool, stubborn fool, well your father was the same.
And your mother was a saint, but stubborn hearts - they hold like chains.
Heart of gold to heart of stone, you taught him hate - that's all he knows.
You took that babe into your arms, you held him hard and broke his heart.
Stubborn fool - stubborn fool! Dark sea's rising, ain't got long.
You'd stand and watch your daughters drown before admitting you were wrong.
Stubborn fool - stubborn fool! The world will burn and they will choke.
What will you leave the ones you love? A suffering so long and slow.
Stubborn fool, the blinds are down. And by your feet - hecate's hounds.
Now you've watched the ones you love, watch them dry their eyes and leave!
What have you left you stubborn fool? What to show for all your faith?
A life of grief, a life of pain. A life spent chasing after rain.
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Port Jackson Cypress Pine; like snowflakes in the springtime.
In the backyard, growing wild.
From my window I've seen the world gone by.
And it's days like this I think won't be long now. Won't be long.
Cherry blossoms in the park. Falling down in white spring.
And the earth is cold and covered.
What terror will their kindness bring?
And it's days like this I think won't be long now. Won't be long.
Dead by weather, ironbark. Set in silence, set in stone.
It's at midnight I will walk through strange houses on my thrown.
And it's days like this I think won't be long now. Won't be long.
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Black Dogs
04:32
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Everybody lies. Don't know who you are most of the time.
Everybody lies. Behind closed doors; out of sight and out of mind.
Everybody lies. Don't know who I am most of the time.
I try to be the best I can, but I'm chasing black dogs in the dark.
Everybody lies. So hard to be the same person all the time.
They say today to be like them, and tomorrow to disappear.
They say today to be like them, and tomorrow to disappear.
Everybody cries when they realise what they had ain't what they had at all.
Everybody drives through the dark blue night with nowhere to go at all.
You tried so hard to be like them, so hard to disappear.
I tried so hard to be like them.
But I'm chasing black dogs in the dark.
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Oscar Lush Melbourne, Australia
Songwriter and composer working and living in Naarm on Bunurong Boon Wurrung and Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung country.
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Georgia's voice and songwriting are some of the saddest things I've ever heard, in the best way possible.
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This record breaks my heart everytime. Brings tears to my eyes. When I reach for my record stack I somehow always find myself putting this record on.
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beautifully haunting, I really don't think I can put my love for this track into words, but its worth a listen a million times over. :]
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