Lyrics
Birdsong
I’m staring out towards a little island
Smothered in pine
Road of muddy clay, covered in puddles
Long empty line
Rain has come and gone
From where I’m standing
The light upon the sea
Looks more like diamonds
If I pause here
One second becomes an hour
The sun could rise and fall
Before I know how long I’d spent
Waiting on the birdsong
In Port Levy
Nothing but the quiet of the mountains
Would let it in
I followed my gut to find the road here
Windy and wild
Many things were wrong when I arrived
Not that I mind
Water in the bay is slow and steady
The tussock on the hills
Gracefully bending
What ever I was seeking
It has found me
Came on the wind
Wherever I may turn
I know its name now
The sediment beneath the settled water
Hold Your Light High
You had hope in the morning
So much hope in the morning
And who wouldn’t want a good, good life?
All us felons want a better life
Now the sunlight won’t touch you
You don’t feel no warmth at all
And who wouldn’t want a good, good life?
All us felons want a better life
When you hands feel tired
And your feet stay put
Hold your light high, don't let it down
Can you see through the choke smoke?
Can you see through the haze at all?
There is pain in the offering
My hands are small but they are yours
And who wouldn’t want a good, good life?
All us felons want a better life
Hold your light high, don’t let it down
Sunset Swimming
Thick green grass by the waterside
Tall enough for someone to hide
Barefoot padding down a dusty track
Bag slung close, and my heart intact
Sheltered by the harbour
Underneath the nor-west arc
In secret
Fanning all the colours
Where love was just a spark
There’s still heat in my body
Sunset swimming
Where all my years collapse into a minute
Slip underwater
Sunset swimming
Where all my years collapse into a minute
Ripe full lemon in a dry front yard
Simply living with no credit card
Worn brown boards underneath my feet
House is tidy but my heart’s unclean
Sheltered by the harbour
Underneath the nor-west arc
In secret
Fanning all the colours
Where love was just a spark
There’s still heat in my body
Sunset swimming
Where all my years collapse into a minute
Slip underwater
Sunset swimming
Where all my years collapse into a minute
Where all my years collapse into a minute
Tears Don't Fall
Alarm don’t ring in the morning
So you’re left out on the road
Roommate drank all the coffee
Now I’m damned if I don’t wake up
Plains stretch out for the eastern bays
And the wind tears down the road
You, longing for a holiday
But I turn us back to work
So the mountains are blue
But my words they don’t fool you
Oh there’s sweat on your brow
But your tears they don’t fall down
When you call me up on a payphone
You know I faked a sleepyhead
Fool me more than I fool you
Stacked years of regret
So the mountains are blue
But my words they don’t fool you
Oh there’s sweat on your brow
But your tears they don’t fall down
Darksong
Oh imagination travel quick
On the fastest slipstream
Down through the broken valley
Where my heart sits unraveled
Sing of a new song
Maybe then I will think of staying
Loud, are there ears still listening?
Yes, and their voices golden
Honey don’t leave me now
‘Cause I just don’t get it
Half asleep for so long
And empires come
And move along
Long are the days between the fall
Of our proud ambitions
Read through the draft appraisal
Hold a few scattered pages
Hope comes in different sizes
Some never fit the answers
I should’ve spoken louder
Dropped the white alabaster
Honey don’t leave me now
‘Cause I just don’t get it
Half asleep for so long
And empires come and move along
By the blackened bush I waited for your order
Terrible sons and a beautiful daughter
Boy you marry me or you’ll get left
Mother don’t you worry now, don’t you fret
What A Friend
Buddy, you don’t talk
You don’t say much
Your words fizzled out
Evaporated
Jekyll, Mr Hyde
Which one are you?
What is left inside
That I can’t tell you
Flashing in the dark
Your name on my phone
I won’t pick it up no more
What a friend I have become
What a friend I have become
You’re barely holding on
Middle of the night
You’re not sleeping
All the hands you want
Ain’t forthcoming
Cigarettes tipped on the carpet
There’s a lot to burn
There’s a lot to burn
We’ve a lot to burn
Flashing in the dark
Your name on my phone
I won’t pick it up no more
What a friend I have become
What a friend I have become
When you were barely holding on