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Sydney
04:09
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I want to write a love song to a city I barely know, but how do you sell yourself to houses and roads?
I want to find the right words so that I can paint the air, and the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair.
But I'll never get the chance to show how much I care.
Have you ever felt the feeling, when your bare feet touch the grass? This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth.
And it's a magical emotion feeling present in this life, and choosing experiences over hurt.
And I hope that you realise what it's worth.
For here the days are long, and the nights are barely cold, and this place has done the strangest thing to my soul, and on these busy streets, I've made my home.
So how's about that love song to a city I will never know?
This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go.
But I still can find some solace in a walk along the riverside at night, and in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried,
Lord knows I tried.
But here the days are long, and the nights are barely cold, and this place has done the strangest thing to my soul, and on these busy streets, I've made my home.
And so I'm leaving here and I am moving far away, to a place where sometimes it will rain for days and days, and on those new busy streets I'll make my home.
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Protest Song
04:10
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I wish that I was better at writing songs, cos there is so much going on,
So many thoughts just running through my brain, it makes me crazy.
So I'll grab some basic chords and my guitar,
And I'll sit on my bed until the words just fall into my head.
Like how there's stupid people everywhere,
And it's hard to find someone who cares about the things that matter to me,
Cos everyone always seems to believe the things in magazines;
Subscribe to everything they read;
I don't want to accept that fate was ever right for me.
And I'll never be the best activist, but that doesn't mean I don't believe
In making changes, and using words as artillery.
And I'll keep on trying to write a protest song, something you'd be proud of
And I'll hold my head up high if you'll sing along with me.
And if I knew how to write a song, I'd write you something to hold onto,
Words to make you proud and lift you up when you are down.
Because the world it makes me sad sometimes, and all I have is a decent rhyme,
And a melody to sing along to, to get this off my chest.
And I'll never be the best activist, but that doesn't mean I don't believe
In making changes, and using words as artillery.
And I'll keep on trying to write a protest song, something you'd be proud of
And I'll hold my head up high if you'll sing along with me.
Now it's six months down the road, and you're still trying to change the world, and I just wish that I could be
Half the person that you are, but all I have is a bleeding heart and a pounding fist, so I'll count from 1 to 3...
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Gulliver
03:35
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I wish that I knew how to draw, so I could make you a picture to put on your wall,
And I wish that I knew how to talk, so I could tell you the way that you make me feel so small.
And I wish that my travels had helped me with my head, but they only made me feel more confused.
And I wish that this wishing would come to an end, so my thoughts weren’t devoted to you anymore.
If I were an artist, my world would be colourful, and filled with those things with beauty inside.
But I’m just a singer, no money in my pocket so I try, but all I’ve got is what’s on my mind.
If I were a different girl, I’d like to be somebody taller like Gulliver, so I could see all around.
But I am just me, and that’s all that I’ll ever be, so I’ll keep trying my best and try to stay off the ground.
I’m glad that I know how to think, cos in this life that’s all that you’re ever going to really need.
And I’m glad I can carry a tune, cos with a song in your heart that’s as happy as you’ll ever be.
And I’m glad that the places I’ve been and the faces I’ve seen gave me memories, both good and bad
Because we’re all still just learning and doing our best, and experience is all that we’ll ever have, when we die.
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One Split Second
04:33
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Sometimes I look up at the sky, and
I realise that the birds are flying by
In the same direction, and I’m wondering where
They all get their information when
I’m struggling to find my own feet.
Sometimes I look down at the ground
And my breath begins to fade, and my heart starts to pound
And I feel a weight is lifted, and it takes me a few moments
And I’m drifting up to the clouds and away.
I might seem like a dreamer,
But I’d rather be the one drinking bottles in the sun
And spending countless hours questioning everything I know
For one split second of clarity, and proof that I’m on the right road
Sometimes I have tears in my eyes
When I think of all the goodness, all the people in my life
And it’s never been a problem finding places I could belong
I just wish that I could split myself into a million little pieces
And be everywhere all the time
Tonight, I’ll look up at the stars
And I’ll see a few I recognise, and I’ll know that you and I are staring
At the same constellations, and no matter what
It’ll all be fine
I might seem like a dreamer,
But I’d rather be the one drinking bottles in the sun
And spending countless hours questioning everything I know
For one split second of clarity, and proof that I’m on the right road
Every now and then I get a little bit self-conscious
So I wipe the smile off my face, and I try to hide the obvious
But I’d like to take this moment to be grateful.
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Road Trip Music
03:45
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Everyday I get older and I realise how much evolving I can do
I'm like an ancient undiscovered species, the next day I'm best dressed in my dancing shoes
You never know how it's gonna hit you, but one day you wake up, not a kid anymore
All the shit you used to get away with, is uncool and definitely not cute anymore.
But I'll just follow the seasons cos
I don't wanna grow up and I can't seem to stay in one place
And I can't think of all the reasons why
I'm a sell everything I own, leave without a trace
Cos all I need to survive is a heart beat, some new strings,
Play me some Get Up Kids on the radio,
And baby let's drive
I often wonder what the younger me would think if we could meet face to face, and talk for a while
Then I remember that the 90s was two decades ago, and I'm just gonna have to deal with my childhood memories
Remember I was punk rock, straight edge, seventeen,
All the dreams in the world, yeah you could've made a martyr out of me
But I'll just follow the seasons cos
I don't wanna grow up and I can't seem to stay in one place
And I can't think of all the reasons why
I'm a sell everything I own, leave without a trace
Cos all I need to survive is a heart beat, some new strings,
Play me some Saves The Day on the radio,
And baby let's drive
And I'm still constantly fucking up
But isn't that the point, or have I missed it all completely?
The one thing that I'll always remember, is that the cup's always
Half full and not half empty
So I'll just follow the seasons cos
I don't wanna grow up and I can't seem to stay in one place
And I can't think of all the reasons why
I'm a sell everything I own, leave without a trace
Cos all I need to survive is a heart beat, some new strings,
Play me some Jawbreaker on the radio,
And baby let's drive
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I want 3am phone calls, and walks through the suburbs at night
I want breakfast in the park, and you there in the evening to make sure I switch off the light
I want matching tattoos so devoid of any meaning that 3 years from now I forget what they’re for
I just want more time
I want weekends in Tassie and road trips to Adelaide
I want all of the people who I’ve ever loved to be there in one place
I want hours upon hours spent lying in the sun, just to watch it go down, count the stars one by one,
I just want some space
And I want more than just to survive
So tonight we should bring those stories to life
We can count down the moments, and talk until dawn when it’s clear
This year’s our year
I want walks in the forest, and waterfalls tumbling down
I want fresh cups of tea and an afternoon spent playing board games on your lounge
I want songs that I’ve written to hit you inside, make you feel what I feel, all the things I can’t hide
I just want more time
And I want more than just to survive
So tonight we should bring those stories to life
We can count down the moments, and talk until dawn when it’s clear
This year’s our year
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