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Be Here Now
04:30
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Those streets all disappear into a porcupine horizon
Something new and shining arrives to feast your eyes on
7 years of running away, fester in the disarray
Clickidy clack the hooves at your back
Bearing down with tickets to the merry go around
In town for one night only
And the drum keeps marching the feet 'til your heart don't beat on it's own
When we drove away from the lights of a burning
You would show me a way to always stay on a heading for home
Learning to be here now
Time for diving down to find the missing child alone and crying out
For someone to listen like she did
Forgive me for drowning you out but I find movement relieves me of drought
Like a rolling thunder cloud
Spiralling leaves of crimson and british racing green
Fall on the roof of the house, when the winds from the south
whisper through the eucalyptus trees
The bay is filled with pebbles painted by the levels of lava in the ground
Just before you go I've finally come to know how lucky we are to be around
Flying through the atmosphere at 67,000 miles every hour
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Catalina
05:34
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The Other Side
04:53
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I wonder who decided to plant these ones in the ground
I think back to the time that you first heard your own true sound
And stood around those that circled, wondered how on earth oh
I see the ridge it curves around, some grow straight and some go down into
Seas of green and trails of yellow, blazing through like the fellow
Feeling on the other side
It's a matter of pride
Keeping it all inside
I can see it's not been easy being you
Working out your way through
Well the years roll on, and the canapy song fades
They all grew strong but so did the throngs of shade
Your glade awaits the feelings you can't escape the ceiling you bear the weight of
I can see it's not been easy being you
Working out your way through
Leaves once green and driven by the fuse, fall around your boots,
Now your notice all the roots
Grief for the last to leave ya, said that they believed ya as you waved them on their way
What else could you say?
Cutting it fine, making straight lines over the glass
Pieces of time go fast
I can see it's not been easy being you
Working out your way through
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Night Don't End
03:59
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I recall the evening very well
A closeness not deserved
We reminded you of him later we learnt
Whiskey on the bar
Night Don't End
Pool and table tennis
Other nights they menace me, like he did
From the bottom of
from the bottom of his skids
Tomorrow will go back to normal but tonight we're just kids
Clean the fellas off the table
This beats what comes through the cable
Warmth only a mother can provide
But some things you can't hide
Every now and again he comes crawling
I hope you're doin alright without him tonight
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Fly Mama
03:33
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All of that life was for
Your journey up the riverbed
Deft hands and hungry mouths
Awaiting on her up ahead
Honed in and homeward bound
Living like a long assumed dead they say
Bones and flesh are all we've got left and
The sky is cut and spilling red
All the weight of the flow now
How it hurts when you slow it down
All the light of the water
How it moves when you speed it up
Oh won't you...
Fly Mama fly to the source of your chosen river
Fly Mama fly with the force of all that life within you
Chorus chords
Fly Mama fly to the source of your chosen river
Fly Mama fly with the force of all that life within you
Instr.
They told me this was the place
I'd lay my body to rest
But watch me now as I turn around and go
Down down river to the open ocean again
again
again
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Elderado
04:59
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Desert road, broken down, elderado
Billowing smoke and hissing sounds
Side of the road and pissing out
Oil agh the buzzing flys, sweat pours into his eyes
Native American wise messenger men
Dust in the distance a misfit band of most unlikely friends
Fire in their dust tins, swords and their ten pins
Flying high above them as they sing
A little further down the road, wrangling with all he's owed
In a suit from long ago, wishes he could somehow slow
But trailing him on all fours, poised and set to dig its claws
Jumps up on to his back, shadow's on the attack
Native American wise messenger men
Arrive on wild horses a misfit band of most unlikely friends
Fire in their dust tins, swords and their ten pins
Smile while attempting crazy things
Set one loose from the pack, one they had out the back
Taking off in midday heat, shadow falls underneath
Hand in hand, 4 or 5, reasons to stay alive
Never straying staying sound, steady companion found
Native American wise messenger men
Off in the distance a misfit band of most unlikely friends
Fire in their dust tins, swords and their ten pins
Flying high above them as they sing
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Country Dog
05:56
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Time To Bide
06:26
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Hokia ōu maunga kia purea koe e ngā hau o Tāwhirimātea
Rise early, mission to untame these days that all burn the same
Pack all the embers down I'll be back in town, just a few days
Out into the crispy dawn, the day is born and holding
Still as glass what a day for the pass, headed west on Highway 73
Diesel hums the engine as I narrow my intention, man of very few
Radio plays nothing at all, with the window down to hear the call
To the young, waterfalls among, boulders in ravines, every shade of green
Goes flickering past in my periphery cast their long shadows across this wonderland
Follow the fenceline down to the river, like a border it flows before me
Shimmers and sparkles among deep and dark pools that whirl themselves around
My plunging feet for it looks to me like I've found a way across
I can feel myself unravelling inside, with time to bide, and open
It's me again, I can breathe in, haven for the humble in these hills
I've come seeking refuge from the wrecking ball
Where tomorrow and yesterday mean nothing at all
High pitched organ sounds across the stones
Like blood over bone
Crystal blues turn green then gold as they carry on up to the alpine snow
Glistening blankets, draped over these black, serated crests
Hawks circle overhead, carry the spirits of the dead over the tops
We're on the path here to the leaping off but I carry my own
I wash my hands in the stream
That trickles out to sea
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Lean In
06:20
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Long haul flight, through the night
And tho' you'd arrived, your soul was still in motion
Somewhere out across the sea
Making it's way on back
Sparking frays on the tether
Darkened days how the weather can turn everything to mud
Trade the rainbow plume, raid your old fortune for the vile of blood
Getting tired of tagging along
Only one way to get through
Clear the stage of all the props
Kill the phase to all but one spot, centre and front
Come on and put your bent on it, a grand reinvention of the days you keep
Stand up and put your stake in the ground, some solid land you can camp out on
And set the dogs free
Come on and lean x3 ... into it and through it you'll see
I've seen your face all over the midnight screen
Making a show out of loneliness and fame
I've heard a hundred times I'd rather be laying low where nobody knows my name
Beads on the window as it rains, gathering up enough weight to race each other down
The old man swears he can't sing, dancing in the ring as a rodeo clown
Your native tongue, your mother sung you to sleep with
That ladders rung that you have clung on to, until now heedless
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Distant Hum
03:38
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Moving through the floor just like a ghost, seasons of change
Two herons make their way out to the coast, to their morning river post
To think I could lay asleep to all of it
There's a tight knit pack of tiny waxing lyricals
And the dotterols are back from Alaska oh what a miracle flight
Some were born to fight, and when the corners tighten
You hear their feathers start to whir
To think that I could lay asleep to all of it
And if you listen close enough
There's a distant hum starting up
Staring down the line of a runway
For the very first time ready, aim, fire
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Monty Bevins New Zealand
New Zealand based folk-soul touring musician
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