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This Year
04:14
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I want 3a.m. 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 three 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 need more 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 the 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 you around
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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2. |
Romantic Things
03:40
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You make me feel that for once I am doing things right
And you are the only one I wanna wake up to in the middle of the night
You say you can’t be anyone’s hero, and I understand, but you’re mine
There is a place in my mind where we both will go
Where all the planes will stop flying and the traffic runs, real slow
You can meet me there in the afternoon and we will watch the grass grow
I can’t believe that the way you look at me is real
When I say I think I’m dreaming, you say you must be dreaming too
I just want to do romantic things with you
I have just realised that time is a made up construct by human kind
Because tonight as I wait for you, the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like lifetimes
But when you walk right through that door and pick me up, it’ll speed back up again
I can’t believe that the way you look at me is real
And when I say I think I’m dreaming, you say you must be dreaming too
I just want to do romantic things with you
I can’t believe that the way you look at me is real
And when I say I think I’m dreaming you say you must be dreaming too
I just want to do all the ridiculous cute and sappy, over the top and the vomit worthy, extra special, extra sweet romantic things with you
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Gulliver
03:22
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I wish that I knew how to draw, cos I’d make you a picture to put on your wall
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 pockets so all I’ve got left 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, try to stay off the ground
La da da la da da la da da la da da…
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 learning and doing our best, and experience is all that we ever have when we die
Da da la da da la da da la da da…
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4. |
Protest Song
03:38
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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, 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
I’ll never be the best activist but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe
In making changes and using words as artillery
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
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
But all I have is a decent rhyme and a melody to sing along to
To get this off my chest
I’ll never be the best activist but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe
In making changes and using words as artillery
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 let’s count from one to three
I’ll never be the best activist but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe
In making changes and using words as artillery
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
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5. |
One Split Second
04:11
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Sometimes I look up at the sky
And I realise all 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 a few moments
When I’m drifting up through 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
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.
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
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Sydney
04:10
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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’m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air
Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair
But I’ll never get the chance to say, just 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
Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
So how’s about that love to a 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, the nights are barely cold
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise
I hope that you realise, what it’s worth
Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
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7. |
Fools Sleep Alone
02:57
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Ain’t nothing like a broken heart to get you thinking
No matter how good it gets I’ve still got that sinking feeling
And just this week I thought about giving up on drinking
But then again, how would that change a thing, I’m still a lost and lonely fool
And there are seconds even minutes when I’m winning
And there are hours even days, that I spend dreaming
And there are weeks and even months, when I just stare at my face in the mirror
Cos I don’t recognise a thing
I only ever hoped that one day I could make believe
That all the roads I’ve travelled and the blisters on my feet
Would all add up to mean that I was finally going somewhere
But it’s Monday afternoon and I’m just dusting off the dregs
Off the last weekend, and I can still smell the boy that was in my bed
And even though I said I’d call him, I know I won’t, and I know that that’s not fair
And it’s this sad and fucked up feeling knowing every little mistake
Is one more notch upon the bedpost, one step closer to the breaking point
But I can’t seem to force myself to care
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