1. |
Crazy One
03:37
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Are you a player
Right there in the centre
Or are you the narrator
Do you know it all, see it all
Don’t get involved
But you won’t see me
Are you a spectator
See the people make mistakes
That you would never
If you had the chance
To stand in their place
Would you ever
I am the crazy one
But you won’t see me
Are you a clone
Do you eat and sleep the daily grind
Repeating patterns burnt into your mind
Don’t miss a step don’t take to many
Or you might get somewhere
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2. |
Draining to Grey
02:49
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I think it’s the same as the last time
My brain like a wave then I´m flatlining
My heart in a cave, cold, dark and wet
Draining to Grey in my bare hands
Breathe slowly
You have to win this war in your head
Act quickly
My veins draining to grey my hands are
Blood red
Paddling north as the storm hangs low in the sky
I´m holding my breath I go under I´m ready to die
But the rain on my face beckons me back to life
And the chains round my wrists painfully pull me upward
Now I´m walking solidly towards a new day
On my knees in a dream it was okay
But in behind my peaceful stare
I´m draining to grey
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3. |
Hold On
05:25
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This is where she brushed her hair
This is where she locked the door
This is where she made her bed to lie in
This is where she prayed for more
This is where he came in through the window
This is how she paid her way
This is how he screamed when she stuck the knife in
This is when she ran away
Hold On
This is where they found her hiding
This is where they pinned her on the floor
This is where the handcuffs bruised her wrists
This is when they locked the door
Now this is where she brushes her hair
This is where she stares at the walls
This is where she made her bed to lie in
This is where she prays for more
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4. |
Relic
05:03
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Relics from another age
Spilling life from every page
In all its joy and complexity
How much fun did you have
And that magnificent cloak that you wear
To disguise you on every page
Betrays your fantasies and fears
Your jealousies
But we know
You create imaginary gardens
With real toads in them
Hear me now great novelist
You make it seem so effortless
But you don’t fool us
We know
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5. |
Rise
04:08
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I will be there
When the night crowds around
And the day speaks louder than words
Under this mysterious sky
In these times, these impossible times
We will rise
I wish you
Would crawl back to the place I found you in
But you crawl back, crawl back, under my skin
Memories are the roots of my desire
The heart of my design
The coals beneath the fire
The unbreachable divide
The unreachable divine
I will rise
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6. |
Tattoo
05:13
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Tattooed faces and graffiti nightmares
Tell the world you were here
The ink spills over the corners
The trailing thought disappears
Always needing some distraction
Another way of wasting time
Too much thinking does you no good
Drop the pen, forget the line
Imitation gets you nowhere
Like a room full of mirrors
Like a winter time it lingers
Like a trick it pulls you in
Tattooed faces and graffiti nightmares
I was here
A makeshift bed of blind intentions
Caught in this unnatural rhythm
Like a spider crawling sideways
Like an axe against the grain
Like I’m standing at my own funeral
Screaming I was here
The body’s just a tainted vessel
Fleeting hours merge together
Hoping that today will be
A part of something so much bigger
Each day I am my senses
The tainted body feels its age
A life compelled to leave something for someone
Each day I am my senses
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7. |
Wrecking Ball
03:25
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Always the last one to know
To pack up my things and go
There’s a fly on the wall
Smiling Mr Know-It-All
I used to be the driver
But then I got pushed behind
And you took over
Now I’m confined to the back seat
I can protest all I like
Love falls like a wrecking ball
Now I’m in the back seat
But you won’t be taking me anywhere
And the rubble will burn on through the night
Devouring anything good
As we walk away from the mess on the ground
Where we once stood
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8. |
Cold Water
04:30
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How frightening to stand with my bare toes
At the edge of the water
How wonderful to stand with my back in the sun
Feeling the potential but never quite imagining
Until the crucial moment I’m pushing off the edge
(I remember the first time)
Every nerve electrified and every surface ecstasy
(You stood so close behind me)
You kissed the back of my neck and I was diving
Into cold water
How frightening to know that I can’t breathe under water
To know that if I panic and begin to sink
My feet won’t touch the bottom
How invigorating are the moments you take my breath
Make me forget I ever needed an edge
(Into cold water)
Like the water you support my weight
But I am still free to make mistakes to tread too deep
(Every nerve electrified and every surface ecstasy)
Like the water you embrace you encase every inch of me
(You kissed the back of my neck and I was diving)
Like the water
(Into cold water)
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9. |
Machine
04:45
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An eye with telescopic vision
A mechanical arm building a house in the suburbs
And all the faulty parts are stored in a compartment underneath
Like a well-oiled machine
A pixelated screen flickering brown and red
Two sharp prongs that can quickly mount to defence
Over tripod legs with nothing in between
It’s a well-oiled machine
In a few short hours they’ll be coming through that door
Metal boxes transport them to work
In metal boxes spread towards the sky and across the earth
And the sad sun presides over the scene
It’s a well-oiled machine
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10. |
Out to Dry
05:03
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I’m scared that this is turning into something I can’t control
An obsession taking hold
The fear it takes over like a coma
My surface a white sheet of paper blank and wasted
And inside a labyrinth of secrets and answers that chase behind me
And questions like…
Would it be better to stay in my own little universe biding my time
Or would it be better to tell you the truth hang it all out to dry
Like a magician pulling a string of coloured handkerchiefs from his fist
I perform for the blinding lights and you
Crawl out of the shadows now show your face
In this little cardboard brain you would find so many things you disapprove of
Like a magician pulling a string of coloured handkerchiefs from his fist
I’m pulling out my secrets like this
But the string it never ends
Mountains of colourful handkerchiefs swimming on the ground
And I didn’t want it to end like this
So I’ll pick up my handkerchief string and peg it up to the line
I’ll pick up my guitar and sing
Hang it all out to dry
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Second Sun Canberra, Australia
Second Sun is an acoustic alternative rock project emanating out of Canberra, Australia. The illegitimate love child of Canberra songwriter and musician, Aleshia Johnson, with Toby King on drums, Marc David Myles on keyboards and vocals and Kyle Ramsay-Daniel on bass guitar and double bass, the band’s sound is a finely crafted brew of musical goodness with a dash of earnest pretention. ... more
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