1. |
Feathers
03:04
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I wanted so to wish you well
On that road out into the dust
Where the wildflowers befy the rusty soil
And pose in peppered crescendi
And I wanted so to gather you up close
On our side of the line
But I know there has been gathering an old, insistent song
In that band between land and the sky
We held you - don’t you know - we held you
Like the finest spider mesh
Around a suffering of sparrows
Still the feathers - linger
There is a marker way out there
When the haze begins to clear
I’ve heard it said that you’ll know it
By the changing of the birds
And the sea will roar promises
That the land could never keep
And draw around you like a curtain fallen
Before the show begins…
We held you - don’t you know - we held you
Like the finest spider mesh
Around a suffering of sparrows
Still the feathers - linger
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2. |
We Were Never Naked
03:54
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Those who were just standing
Were thought to be insane
By those who could hear the music and were dancing
And those under the floor
With broomsticks in their fists
Were thought to lack a little understanding
With strings and metals
And the flesh of the tree
The tinkerers are still searching
For the sounds in their dreams
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
Those that slipped off their shoes
And held them to their ears
Were thought to be insane
By the dancers
And those with a wall at their back
Dreaming of laces and leather
Would one day be kings
With the invention of things
That caged all the music forever
With strings and metals
And the flesh of the tree
The tinkerers are still searching
For the sounds in their dreams
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
We were never naked
Til we invented clothes
Then we had to find the music in our shoes
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3. |
Weeds
03:30
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Sort me like a letter
Penned in such a rush
Of passion and abandon
And marked return to sender
And in limbo
She was not inclined
To wash away the dirt
She liked its weight upon her skin
Her own piece of the earth
She said I don't do sex
And I don't do conversation
When you come to see me
Leave your body at the door
A human's such a brittle thing
I don't know what I did
In a past life to be one
Well she wants to be the only song
You've ever ever sung
All those words like bees
On your tongue
Dangerous, unsung
And our love is like a collar
Let us slip it from the neck
Of this creature and then banish it
And see what happens next
She said I don't do sex
And I don't do conversation
When you come to see me
Leave your body at the door
A human's such a brittle thing
I don't know what I did
In a past life to be one
And they say that love is falling
But I never fell in love
I was stone cold still
And it just tangled round me
And everybody told me it was weeds
But I guess that was enough
They say that love is falling
But I never fell in love
I was stone cold still
And it just tangled round me
And everybody told me it was weeds
So sort me like a letter
Penned in such a rush
Of passion and abandon
And mark return to sender
And in limbo
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4. |
Grows on Trees
03:07
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There were these trees of poems
That all the women knew
And they took their sailors to them
'neath a blue and dusty moon
And remembering that magic
Passed from a mother to her girl
They deftly palmed their wedding bands
And straightened out their curls
They would say:
Speak to me, sailor
Here are the words -
They're growing all over the trees -
My heart is a cravin' someone who will shake 'em
And shower us will all of its leaves
Some sailors got lost in the jungle
Their ears still ringing from the storm
Of the smoke and the noise
As the captain's fine boys
Tossed them o'erboard
They found these strange trees in the jungle
Each leaf bore a regal visage
And that is the day that money was born
And they could tell this was gonna be large
And they said:
Speak to me Money
Cut me a road and a rail
Through the trees -
My heart is laden with violence
And cravin' a castle on the cliffs by the sea
There were these trees of poems
That all the women knew
And they'd trek with their sailors into this place
And kick off their dusty shoes
But this time the sailors had got there first
With their pouches of fiscal seeds
And their saws and chains
And efficient little trains
And a new definition of weeds
Now, I hear it said from the sea to the city
If you want to bed a sailor
You will not get it for free
No - you've gotta shake his tree
It'll shower you with money
The meter will be running
And of words he will have no need -
Of words he has no more need
Not from that ol' poet tree
Not from that ol' poetry
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5. |
Counting Down
03:41
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Weeks into years, years into lives
Welcome signs hanged on every town
Towns into mist, mist out to the sea
We could be stones if we had to be
I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I’ve been counting down
I see me in his car, all youth and reckless hands,
Staring at me, startled, and wondering who I am
I want to tell you, double, to leave him now and go
But I know you’ll want him twice as much
And then say I told you so
I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I’ve been counting down
Minutes into months, months into years
Closing signs clothing every town
Train inside an hour, he’ll be out for days
They laid and numbered all these sleepers
Up to this very day
I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I’ve been counting down
I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I’ve been counting down
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Accidental Bedfellows Melbourne, Australia
Accidental Bedfellows are an indie folk trio from Melbourne, Australia, featuring the rich poetic songs of Brendan Bonsack and lush vocals of Chrissy Misso. With Stephan Brown on the upright bass, the group's tightly woven tunes are reminiscent of American sixties folk, but carry a strong contemporary narrative. ... more
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