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Telephone Song
03:33
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I reach for the telephone
There’s gotta be a use for these windswept wires that hum and moan
And I recall the way I said goodbye
That I want to be alone, I’m supposed to be on my own
And the wires will sing, the tide keeps reeling in the weary day
I watch it wash the stones away
It’s fragile
The ties that keep you screaming down the line as you hang on tight to real life
And why we fight
Sending angry messages and signs like dogs on fire in the night
The wires will sing, the tide keeps reeling in the weary day
I watch it wash my mind away
I reach for the telephone when I’m feeling low
I hope you’re not home
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2. |
Port In A Storm
04:28
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I drove through the tunnel, I drove towards the city
I plan a fast return to port, Because the mountains looks so pretty
And I wish that I could tell someone, I wish someone could see
When I’m howling at the moon and I’m kicking at the leaves
But I love this broken town though I always lose my way
And though my heart is broken down I think I’ll leave today
I’ll watch the lights on the harbor as they dance into my glass
And as the concrete crumbles I’m stealing landscapes from the past
But the calendar counts, it draws a line between the you and me and what could have been
But I didn’t share your February
But I love your broken town though it bruises both my knees
Though it reduces me to tears in the street after the movie
And there’s a terrorist, a terrorist tone in the voices, the voices behind me
I cannot call, I cannot call home a place that despises me
And I love this broken town though I always lose my way
And though my heart is broken down I think I’ll leave today
But I love this broken town though I always lose my way
And though my heart is broken down I think I’ll leave today
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Let’s fight about everything we misunderstood
And lets fight around the houses and hounds in this tiny neighbourhood
And we’ll break everything that we made, and lose everything we gave
When you asked her to stay
Let’s hide away all the frightened shades of our hearts
we’ll pretend we’re okay
like we never felt like killing ourselves in the dark
and if we crash and burn we’ll find a plastic surgeon
to mask these scars of burden
and then you’ll ask her to stay
you think yourself a romantic
a more fanatical rampage point of view
picture yourself in transit
if you could only admit that you’ve been used
let’s lie about the beat and the colour of the clouds
the truth is dead, but it never made us happy when we kept it around
and if it’s fake, then that’s what we craved, but we weren’t so jaded
when you asked her to stay.
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4. |
Road Retreats (free)
03:48
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strange time to be driving through the king country
solitary on the highway and my mind keeps running
where the tar blisters and the road retreats
where the tar buckles
smoke this broken beauty, raise the alarm
eat away your earthly faith leaving skeletal scars
where the tar blisters and the road retreats
where the tar buckles and it burns my feet
in the sweat sour shade of the solitary pine
my shadow overtakes me and it stretches with the power lines
where the tar blisters and the road retreats
where the tar buckles
i keep skipping the songs, i keep slipping the gears
and i'm cramping the tendons and i'm drowning the tears
where the tar blisters and the road retreats
where the tar buckles
i've left nothing behind, only ashes and bones
and i carry my lies behind the wheel alone
through this clean-felled forest, burned like the backs of my hands
where the tar blisters and the road retreats
where the tar buckles and it burns my feet
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5. |
Better Than Being Blue
06:59
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The music loud, I sing to my dashboard indicator lights, the city paved with white
My body pounds, I clash the gears, I should not be behind the wheel, this whiskey in my ears
But I’m over fighting, and I’m over everybody lying
I’m tired of fighting, and I’m over everybody lying,
So be sure, I’m not asking you for anything, I won’t be asking you for anything
My empty head, the heavy limbs of the morning after night, my shaking fingers are silent
Don’t crowd me now, don’t ask the questions, yes, I know the answer’s clear, but I don’t wanna hear
But I’m over fighting, and I’m over everybody lying
I’m tired of fighting, and I’m over everybody lying,
So be sure, I’m not asking you for anything, I won’t be asking you for anything
I will tighten up my belt, lock the door behind myself,
if I’m alone, it’s better than being blue
it’s better than missing you
I will tighten up my belt, lock the door behind myself,
if I’m alone, it’s better than being blue
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6. |
Dry Eyes
03:33
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I put the nail in the coffin, I cut the wood with my own two hands
I bit the apple rotten, I fed the rest to the innocent
And I’m the whistleblower, I crossed to the other side
I picked the scab and tore your flag, I sold your secrets far and wide
And no I won’t apologise if I bled it all dry
I bit my nails to the quick, let them bleed into your drinking water
I left the bandage in the sink, pollute the air between you and your lover
So find the jacket and the ECT and burn my brain into a happy place
And hide away the children, and paint a smile on my vacant face
And no I won’t apologise for the way I’m bitter though it makes you shiver, though it makes you
I broke the backs of those who came to save me, I set their roses thorns into their own hands
I bore their goodwill day to day and then I tore down all their plans
Is that a hangman tolling, is that a witchhunt for hire?
Is that a freight train coming and my body rail tied
And no I won’t apologise for the way I’m bitter though it makes you shiver, though it makes you
Dry eyes at the graveside, I choose a hard heart under bright lights
And I’m so sick of apologizing,
I’m so sick of apologizing
I’m so sick of apologizing
And I’m so sick
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7. |
Cities of Salt
04:49
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Broken bottles in the mail, paper cutting through your heart
Break the seal and it will burn through your hands, holding all the ashes in the dark
Thirteen things that I could carry count them close into a bag,
Watch them thrown onto the road beneath the wheels, I ask only never to look back
To those cities of salt, to those houses of cards
To those sewers of gold, always falling apart
Cut your sacramental ties, under rope the blisters bind
Empty threats and numb regrets that you find, eaten through as bone under the knife
Under winter coloured eyes watch them bury you alive
While the rust will eat the steel from the sky your tears will form the glass that keeps you dry
Like those cities of salt, like those houses of cards
Like those sewers of gold, always falling apart
Weigh me down with paper leaves, broken bindings of a curse
Never mind the fears that haunt you at night, for nothing broken open holds its worth
Like those cities of salt, like those houses of cards
Like those sewers of gold, always falling apart
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8. |
Paperskin
02:50
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Did you see him? He said he’d come this way
And I believed him, unlike the rest of the words he’d say
And did you see him? He said he’d gone for help
But we were so far gone, maybe he just found someone else
And did you hear him? He was cursing the sun
And now it’s burned out, now there’s no warmth to come
And did you hear him? He was bathed in the moon
And I a lost wanderer left my way too soon
Did you touch him? Make his paper skin crack,
Make his hair jump, paint his feet soles black,
And did you taste his breath, creeping down your spine,
And did he want your love the way he never wanted mine
So now I seek him, I search faces and names,
Yet I scorn his body, and I toast his pain
So if you see him, say I passed him by,
Say I passed him over, but don’t say I cried.
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9. |
All I Want Is Sleep
05:14
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Leave me be, all I want is sleep
That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep
In the morning, I no longer see your face, I stumble through the dark
And in the morning, all my life is in my arms and all my time is in my cold heart
Leave me be, all I want is sleep
That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep
In the night, I search for opposites, I hunt down vindication blues
And in the night, I laugh until my eyes are giddy, I cry until my limbs are heavy
Leave me be, all I want is sleep
That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep
Pull the anchor, and turn the tides
wash me down under the water, with my sleep sealed salted eyes
And I will sink, and I will sigh
With relief of feeling nothing, leave all my fears behind
Leave me be, all I want is sleep
That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep
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10. |
Comfort Hotel
05:58
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We’ll watch the documentary, balance the screen upon your knee
All those scenes we saw separately, now they’re something of you and me
In these clean white sheets, in these little blank rooms
With towels they’ll replace if we ask them to, if we ask them to
Home’s no place for this kind of thing, I’m lucky I ran away from mine
Different kinds of crimes driving up and down the line, in our lives we stole nothing but time
In these clean white sheets, in these little blank rooms
With towels they’ll replace if we ask them to
And this half healed bruise, we’re too little too soon,
We’re not the ones we wanted, the others fill this room
And I hear from you periodically, how’s the weather are you doing fine?
And it seems so cold so ironically it’s just one small thing helping me survive
In these clean white sheets, in these little blank rooms
With towels they’ll replace if we ask them to
And this half healed bruise, we’re too little too soon,
We’re not the ones we wanted,
the others fill this room
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11. |
Hard As I Try
06:19
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As hard as I try, as hard as I try
The puzzle is broken, the days pass me by
Though I hold the wire, though I drink the wine
As hard as I try, my toes slip from the line
I call you my lover, I call you my friend
As though I could own you, as though this won’t end
My days are just numbers and plant in the mine
I weep for the union, I weep for old times
I stand with my eyes closed, I hold out my hands
I feel my bones shiver in these haunted lands
But hard as I try, as hard as I try
My heart is still broken, let this love pass me by.
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melodic, neurotic, melancholic indie rock from new zealand
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