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There was a pause in the conversation
I just wanted to tell you everything
But the words I spoke were not what I said
And what you heard was only
Meaningless bullshit
And we are caught in the spaces between
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You fill me up and calm me down
Just know I don't make a lick of sense when you're not here
And these walls are just where I am when you're not here
Rewind and see that now looks just like just before
When I apologised as I walked into the furniture
In a suit and tie, finally my clothes are fitting right
And I'm shaking like a fledgling bird who's ready to take flight
I don't mind when the stitches start to show
From where you came in a patched up my holes
Rewind, now is nothing like it was before
When I apologised as I walked into the furniture
As I walked into the furniture
Because you fill me up and calm me down
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On Your Doorstep
03:44
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I left the party early
Yeah the crowds just make me lonely
I needed a walk anyway
It was time to go anyway
And I wandered though the suburbs
Past my old house where we met
And I was young then, yeah you haven't changed
But I'm glad I have
I came to your house and sat in the garden
For an hour
Before I passed out on your doorstep
It was better than going home anyway
I woke with the sun
You welcomed me in
Glad to see me
After all this time
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Amongst The Trees
02:40
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I can't redefine the world we live in
But I can try and make it safe
So we can build a house – a little house we can grow old in
And spend your days hiding amongst the trees
We'll wake to golden songs of morning birds
That call out to a virgin day
We'll sing...
As we hide amongst the trees
I can't redefine
But we can hide
We can hide
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Little Red Spiders
04:04
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I don't believe in monsters
It's what hides underneath that scares me
No, I don't believe in monsters
Just what comes out of those who have lost themselves
Are you a slave or a servant?
We've all chosen our merciless captors
Are you enslaved or just serving?
Don't let yourself be trapped because
The little red spiders creep closer to where we sleep
And we are just flies at a window
There's an opening somewhere we just can't find it
We are just flies at a window
And we're desperately longing to get to you
As the little red spiders creep closer to where we sleep
We can't hide because they crawl through cracks narrow and deep
Hear them scurry as under the door they seep
How those little red spiders creep
Oh little red... spiders
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Morning Lullaby
05:05
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I heard that I said your name in the shallow end of a dream
Everything else a blither, a beautiful somniloquy
Passing in again to see myself passing out again
Warm and safe, warm and safe
I see your beautiful sleeping face
Good morning my morning lullaby
Keep the world at bay, I'm not ready for today
I took a pearl from the bowl and nothing could hurt me there
Nothing could hurt us there as we pass in and out again
Good morning my morning lullaby
Keep the world at bay, I'm not ready for today
Warm and safe, a world away beneath the covers
Warm and safe, and we will dream about each other
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Stories Untold
03:27
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You came in a dream and you stayed long after the dawn
Lying in flowers we made from paper ripped and torn
Carried on the coolest breeze are stories untold
For today at least; someday they'll grow old
You came in a dream and you stayed; the darkness left the dawn
Wearing the clothes that we made now faded ripped and torn
Floating on the coolest breeze are stories untold
Someday they'll grow old, but not today
Shaking, oh the sweetest sound; finally released
Oh to find yourself and hear your heatbeat
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Soon You'll Be A Ghost
03:56
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The words you twist and the throws you curve
Your cutthroat wit and your iron nerve
Your perfect mask is bulletproof
But someday soon you'll come loose
Soon you'll be a ghost
Nothing but a shadow
Nothing but an echo
The invisible masters whom your serve
With your cutthroat wit and your iron nerve
Will always take you for the fool you are
Saying "Someday soon you'll,
"You'll build your towers, and you'll build them so high
So high that you will block out the sun."
But nothing will grow and you will never
See the beauty of moonlight again
Soon you'll
Be a ghost
Caught in gaps
Between the atoms
Between the atoms
Like and echo trapped in a jar
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The Coward & The Sage
03:27
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Inside it's raining from the ceiling
Running all the colours in my books
Ink bleeds puddles in the carpet
All I can do is sit and listen
To the coward and the sage converse in whispers
Drawing lines and consolidating what's left of me
Inside things are getting deeper
White walls turning every colour
Wet hair plastered to my forehead
Books float and drift around my elbows
Outside the sun is shining brightly
As my socks melt in my shoes
How come I keep on going over?
Oh no! I am going under
The coward and the sage converse in whispers
They're drawing lines and consolidating what's left of me
Of me...
What does it say to draw those lines so quickly?
And what gets left to him who lets the victor?
What does it say to draw those lines so quickly?
And what becomes of him who lets the victor?
And who am I to say that it's surrendered?
The coward and the sage converse
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When We Wake
04:37
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In the beginning, we were simpler then
She would ride an old bike in her favourite red dress
And I would wipe dew from her eyes shining in the first light
As the dawn would shatter into a thousand pieces
Watch the clocks, the numbers start repeating
Oh, to go back and rest
But as the years grew older the skies grew dark again
And the howling dogs did sound like people that we once knew
The days grew shorter until time ran like a river
With all we'd loved being swept away; all but her and I
Watch the clocks, the numbers start repeating
Oh, to go back and rest and not be tired anymore
When we wake...
Watch the clocks, the numbers start repeating
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11. |
Lost Signals
05:46
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When the rain feels like static on your face
And you could just dissolve
Like lost signals
I'll be there with my kit transistor
Tuning in to you
Listening in intent
I'm tuning in to you
Listening in intent
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In the murmurs between my words
You should know that I'm trying to tell you
The right words just aren't there
They are caught in the spaces between
We are caught in the spaces between
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Greyhands Adelaide, Australia
Greyhands is the acoustic project of Adelaide artist JC Finlay. Taking influence from Death Cab For Cutie, Radiohead, Animal Collective, and Leonard Cohen, Greyhands seeks to create unique acoustic music that is both raw and emotionally honest.
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