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Find Your Way Back
03:01
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Always the new kid with your brave face on
Every year: new school, new song
You had more childhood homes than you have toes
It’s a dead-end doorway, somewhere you can’t go
Looking for a light, looking for a sign to
Find your way back, find your back
What you seek is just out of reach, you can’t
Find your way back, find your way back
Caulfield to Coburg, Burwood, Bondi
These places get all tangled in your mind
And it’s hard to know where you belong
If you’re not quite sure where you’ve come from
Feel like a piece of misdirected mail
Looking for a light, looking for a sign to
Find your way back, find your back
What you seek is just out of reach, you can’t
Find your way back, find your way back
It’s a map with no edge
A maze that’s all hedge
Forever looking
Around the corner
Over your shoulder
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2. |
Persuasion
04:10
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We called it quits for the last time (again)
This thing’s too volatile, so says our friends
But my heart is a bug on its back
And my mind is a one way track
It wouldn’t take, wouldn’t take much persuasion
For me to come over and lay in your lamplight
I’ve been a fool on more than one occasion
It wouldn’t take, wouldn’t take much persuasion
I’m looking at him, but I’m thinking of you
What if I leave this bar, what if I drive past your house
What if you let me in
You’ve done me hurt, just as I have done you
But I know you know
No one’s gonna love you like I do
It wouldn’t take, wouldn’t take much persuasion
For me to come over and lay in your lamplight
I’ve been a fool on more than one occasion
It wouldn’t take, wouldn’t take much persuasion
I can’t fight when our limbs intertwine I’m magnetised to you
Over and over
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3. |
Holding My Hands Out
04:03
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Why you always running?
Can’t rein the Palomino in your head
Will the circle be unbroken?
Gotta feed the Monkey at your breast
You come rolling like a storm
I’m thirsty but you never let my lips get wet
And I leave your table hungry
Feasting on all the things left unsaid
All my life I’ve been standing
Holding my hands out
Holding my hands out
And you move like a shadow
Like breath on a window
I’m holding my hands out
In the night I hear a voice call
Dragging me from cotton-lidded sleep
Is it hers or is it my own?
“Mother! Mother!”
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4. |
When To Leave The Party
03:56
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The first time that I heard your voice
Ribbons wrapped around my ears and dragged me from the bar
You sang as sweet as a bruise
Sitting on the lap of the old
Empress of India with your guitar
You held the room like a coin
With two sides
Linen and linoleum
Neon lights and lithium; how strange to see
A Queen upon her knees
Said the blackbird to the fox,
“It doesn’t matter anymore”
I wish you knew how much you matter to me
I’m by your side
I have never been the one to know
When to leave the party
Always stay until the lights come on
You chose to leave us and I have to accept that
But I wish you didn’t have to go so soon
The last time that I heard your voice
Fizzing in a white-hot rage, you called me names
It was my wedding day
Years later you wrote to me, but I did not reply
And now I wish that I
Could hear you one more time
There’s two sides
Always two sides
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5. |
Water to Water
05:41
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Water to water
I never met you but I knew you
Blood of my blood
You were a dream my body was dreaming
A silent silhouette on a sonographer’s screen
A tiny little drum without a beat
On my knees in my father’s house
I beg the gods like a dog
Blood, oh the blood
I never knew I had so much in me
A star scrapes the sky like an arrow
An owl flies over the barrow
Once we held our hopes like a full balloon
Now we walk to the carpark, empty handed
Stone, quiet as a stone
I wear the anger like a corset
Your sister dances with girls unseen
She tells me you are dancing with her to the beat
And as she takes my hand
My tears run like
Water
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6. |
In My Blood
03:26
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What is desire
Is it lack, a trap?
Venom yen
For a housebound wren
Why do I want, want, want
To be full, filled?
Fill my cup, fill it up, fill it up
Maybe it’s in my blood
What is control
A hole I hold?
Knuckles white, so tight
So no light can get in
And I spread my
Self so thin
Offering a bouquet of bones
A stone to atone
This palindrome
Maybe it’s in my blood
Nature! Nurture!
Pleasure searcher!
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Tigress
03:42
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When you took my hand
As we watched the band
Metamorphosis!
Oh, you made me come alive
Now I wanna run
With you by my side
Leave the city and the street lights
Head out into the wild
My heart is a Tigress
And it roars for you
This heart of a Tigress
Will always be true
Now we’ve been everywhere
We’ve seen everything
But I feel most at home
When I’m hiding in your hair
No one gives like you give
No one loves like you love
Let’s leave the city and the street lights
Head out into the wild
My heart is a Tigress
And it roars for you
This heart of a Tigress
Will always be true
I’ll take it, I’ll take it, I’ll take it all
From richer to poorer, until we are old
The good days, the bad days,
the “driving me mad” days
The “I don’t know what I would do without you” days
I’ll take it, I’ll take it, I’ll take it all
The light in your eyes; the sight in your soul
The way that you make me feel like I’m a child
Oh, you drive me wild!
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8. |
Write It On The Sky
03:40
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Change my direction
Take a breath and let it go
All this baggage I’ve been carrying for years
Drop it to the floor, don’t need it no more
Whisper these words to myself
Whisper until I can turn this
Whisper to a shout
Gonna write it on the sky
Carve it on my heart
I can feel it in my bones
I am enough
Turn this leaf over
Unfolding open up
I don’t need to apologise for being in my skin
Straighten up my spine, soften up my smile
Whisper these words to myself
Whisper until I can turn this
Whisper to a shout
Gonna write it on the sky
Carve it on my heart
I can feel it in my bones
I am enough
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This is how a girl becomes a puddle
This is how a boy becomes a stone that falls
Now let us go back, right back to the start
When they were lovers, and in their eyes the stars
Spelled out promises in constellations bright
The future is, the future is, the past
And now the net is cast
The cards are played, the trap is laid
This is how a girl becomes a puddle
This is how a boy becomes a stone that falls
She said, “You’re colder than midnight in July”
He said, “You’re holding onto me too tight
“We’re turning black and blue, and you’ll wear it on your arms”
Keep warm by the fire of your gaslight
Sing with sirens in the night
The cards are played, the bed is made
This is how a girl becomes a puddle
This is how a boy becomes a stone that falls
Please come home, darling, all is forgiven
I can’t come home ‘cause there is no
Home to come back to anymore
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10. |
I Saw It Coming
02:48
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Like a sparrow on the breeze
Like a soldier on his knees
I saw it coming
Like initials carved upon an oak
Like the punchline from some joke
I saw it coming
And even though I knew my fate
That my poor heart was bound to break
I couldn’t tear my eyes away
I didn’t want to miss the display
Like a moonrise on the ocean
A car crash in slow motion
Like a bride in white
Like a rabbit in headlights
I saw it coming
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Georgia Fields Melbourne, Australia
Singer, songwriter, mischief maker.
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