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Stalking Horse
05:13
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She is a siren, she is a fighter
Temptress of the fallen, unrequiter
She carries her pain like a good luck charm
It keeps her from feeling, it keeps her from harm
I fear, this is, this is, not working
I fear, I fear, this is, not working
Yet we sit drinking and compare vignettes
I spit on the dice, I place my bets
Yeah she was really beautiful in a bloodless sort of way
Didn’t matter what I did, didn’t matter what I’d say
I fear, this is, this is, not working
I fear, I fear, this is, not working
Some other city’s calling, it’s time to pull an oar
To lock up all the memories, to push out from the shore
Where there’s music for the happy, and poems for the sad
There are flowers for the lovers and silence for the mad
Where the wild ponies of her affections aren’t free to run and roam
And I don’t have to deal with all her beauty
Where there are no signposts to her stately pleasure dome
And the chase is not a duty
Where I can’t ride her stalking horse
Back home
Sometimes hiding is the best thing you can do
Stay away from that which you pay worship to
Take all of your temptation and lock it in a chest
Throw away the key and put your soul at rest
What would we have done with eternity anyway?
This feels like a victory in a strange peculiar way
I fear, this is, this is, not working
I fear, I fear, this is, not working
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Sore Winner
02:15
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You have my head upon a stick
The game is yours, you’ve won the trick
You have defeated me for sure
Still…
Apparently it’s not enough
You moan on and huff and puff
Big bad wolf back at my door
You know…
Nobody likes a sore winner
Nobody likes a sore winner
Nobody likes a sore winner babe
Your every box has now been ticked
Your mortal enemy is licked
My humiliation’s done
It is
But you’re wanting to complain
About the nature of my pain
Still you have to point the gun
You know...
Nobody likes a sore winner
Nobody likes a sore winner
Nobody likes a sore winner babe
Nobody likes a sore winner
You think you’re a boss but you’re just a beginner
Nobody likes a sore winner babe
And I contemplate defeat
I strategically retreat
Why must you go on?
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3. |
Sometime Soon
03:33
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Well I think that you should know, I think I have to go
There's a better place out there, sometime, somehow, somewhere
Hey I'm leaving, hey I'm leaving, hey I'm leaving, hey I'm leaving, sometime soon
This whole place is just full of sad endings, I haven't even found where life starts
It's time to chase the sun, it's time to pay the piper, it's time to break each other's hearts
And I know you have to stay, I wish it wasn't that way
I wish you wanted more, I thought you did before
Hey I'm leaving, hey I'm leaving, hey I'm leaving, hey I'm leaving, sometime soon
And I really hope that I'm not running from this darkness, to a greater darkness still
I have to find a way from here to the rest of the world, there's no time left to kill
I have to see the big lights, and the poets and the dreamers, have to see what this guitar and I can do
But I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you
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Goodbye Mr Pills
03:44
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He was always a man looking to push the envelope
He said I never met a drug I didn’t like so don’t talk to me of a slippery slope
He was always a man who knew exactly what he wanted to do
Started most his evenings with a choice of pink, white or blue
Goodbye Mr Pills, Mr Pills, we miss you already
Goodbye Mr Pills, what a thrill
He was on a first name basis, with some of the local ambulance crew
And he dated women he met in rehab or NA, whose names he barely knew
There was a story on his arms that’d take a lifetime to tell
He was always on the edge of the periphery, I guess we didn’t know him all that well
Goodbye Mr Pills, Mr Pills, we miss you already
Goodbye Mr Pills, what a thrill
Some people just make different choices
Live their lives guided by different voices
We didn’t ask too many questions
He didn’t listen to many suggestions
He wasn’t overly concerned with making a good impression
And then there was this night, when he pushed it all a bit too hard
He went all in, put his chips on the table, turned his final card
I heard the story from some guy I know, well maybe it’s all lies
But, but he said you could see completion in his face and acceptance in his eyes
Goodbye Mr Pills, Mr Pills, we miss you already
Goodbye Mr Pills, Mr Pills, we miss you already
Goodbye Mr Pills, Mr Pills, we miss you already
Goodbye Mr Pills, what a thrill
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5. |
Choose Your Weapons
06:17
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And we throw another log on this smouldering thing
It’s a high price to pay for a small gold ring
And I know I’m in trouble when the drums stop beating
When the silence is long but the stillness is fleeting
When all the signs indicate that the only way is down
Would you let a man live, would you let a man drown
Choose your weapons
When the feeling in the air suggests I can’t be intervening
And when it’s all said and done, not all that’s said has meaning
A piece of my soul just drifts away slowly
Does it make you feel special, does it make you feel holy
You’ll have to admit that it’s probably true
You’re an old snake charmer with a trick or two
Choose your weapons
I never was much for reminiscing
Lately I wonder if there’s something I’m missing
Was there ever a time when it wasn’t this way
My equilibrium is shattered by the very next thing you say
What’ll it be tonight then, whisky, morphine
One makes you angry, one makes you mean
And what will I find when you slip from its clutch
Just a little too little and a little too much
Between a regrettable past and a waning future
You could step it down a notch but I know that doesn’t suit you
Choose your weapons
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Forgetting
05:33
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I hear you breathing, way too fast
This darkness, home to the past
Still sleeping through some endless fight
This battle always steals the night
I can hear you breathe, I can hear you breathe
Your name, a touch, it's nothing much
The small hours where dangers lie
You whimper, you twist and cry
A moment was all it took
To close that volume and start this book
I can hear you breathe, I can hear you breathe
Your name, a touch, it's nothing much
Here we are, here we are, here we are, here we are, here we are!
If forgiving is not for you, maybe forgetting is the thing to do
I can hear you breathe, I can hear you breathe
I can hear you breathe, I can hear you breathe
Your name, a touch, it's nothing much
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Is It Too Soon?
02:43
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Is it too soon to talk about the thing we did?
Don’t say the name, or mention blame, the thing we hid
It is too late to walk it back, to click undo
Is this our fate? You know we really didn’t think it through
I know that you have noticed that the years are rolling by
I hope that you’re not spiralling down and wondering why
Is it too soon to view the stone, put flowers down?
To climb the hill, to breathe in deep, return to town
Do you not mind that we still feel the consequence?
The look behind, the constant ache, the long suspense
I know that you have noticed that the years are rolling by
I hope that you’re not spiralling down and wondering why
Unwanted apparition, a war of attrition
It’s not a game that you can ever win
Is it too soon to talk about that thing we did?
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Whirlwind
06:10
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Won’t do you no good to hide away
But you don’t listen to what people say now do ya?
It ain’t the scars from some tainted love
It ain’t the voice of your good lord above talking to ya
You know when we were younger, remember then?
You stabbed that kid with a fountain pen
You were the crazy little one, but now?
I bet you’ve forgotten all this stuff anyhow
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
So give up the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
You were the one who was never afraid
Now you’re distracted, indisposed and delayed, aren’t you?
You’re the one we all tiptoe around
You can be startled by, by the slightest sound now can’t you?
You were the one who most likely to, so what’s this?
Used to be you’d never, ever, ever miss
And when you completely dissolve, what’s next?
You just seem eternally perplexed
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
Damn the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
It's nice in here, it's warm in here, (inside) it's nice in here, (inside) it's warm in here, (inside) it's nice in here, (inside) it's warm in here, (inside) it's nice in here, (inside) it's warm in here
It sure is pretty, your immaculate cage
Show us again how you rock and you rage now will you?
Might take a while longer but eventually
That whirling devil in your head you don’t see will kill you
We’re all a little older now, who cares?
There’s nothing at the bottom of the stairs
Amid the shards of shattered pasts we all pray
Your Technicolor isn’t fading out to grey
This seems a little fey, a little white, a little like a place to hide
Throw it all away and step into the hailstorm outside
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
Damn the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
It's nice in here, it's warm in here, it's nice in here (I'm not leaving), it's warm in here, (I'm not leaving) (what are you trying to do?), it's nice in here (I'm not leaving) (what are you trying to do?), it's warm in here (I'm not leaving) (what are you trying to do?), it's nice in here (I'm not leaving) (what are you trying to do?), it's warm in here (I'm not leaving)
What are you trying to do?
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9. |
Are You Listening?
03:02
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You sad little fucker, alone in your room
Internet connection meets prophet of doom
You creep, you slink, you stay out of sight
You may not like it but you know that I’m right
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
The rattle of the keyboard, the buzz in your head
People reacting to what you just said
Spitting the dummy, spitting abuse
But not one word is of the slightest use
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
You used to think you were breathing fire but it didn’t do a thing
Now it’s not about the thought, it’s all about the sting
You’re always happy to assist with some trolling and some rage
So long as somebody bangs their fist as they’re scrolling down the page
Unable to resist, you keep rattling their cage
All of that anger, all of that spite
It’s your favourite thing, you can eat it all night
Like a little kid who’s lost his toys
With a trembling lip you give us more of your noise
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
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10. |
Isn't It A Shame?
03:36
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You were an ordinary child, weren’t we all
We ran around and skinned our knees, we’d fight, we’d fall
Isn’t it a shame
Isn’t it a shame
Isn’t it a shame
Now you’re the heir apparently, the golden child
Left so unceremoniously, your past reviled
Such a photogenic boy, relentlessly
Forgotten everything you knew, it seems to me
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say goodbye
Isn’t it a shame you didn’t get to say goodbye
Isn’t it a shame?
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11. |
The Dream's Malfunction
06:23
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Eight pounds and perfect, that’s what they said
Little pink toes, little pink head
I was the answer, I was the dream
I was the future, the prayer, and the scheme
And I want to be somebody’s hero
And I want to be weightless and free
I believe that it’s getting past clear
Oh that time has some other plans for me
Perfection’s a difficult thing to define
Some bloom and grow, some fall off the vine
Not every acorn becomes a great tree
And not every dancer is Terpsichore
And I want to be somebody’s hero
And I want to be weightless and free
I believe that it’s getting past clear
Oh that time has some other plans for me
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
Life is a muddle, sometimes a chore
Often a battle, sometimes a war
But occasionally sometimes it all falls in place
I don’t often win but I finish the race
And I want to be somebody’s hero
And I want to be weightless and free
I believe that it’s getting past clear
Oh that time has some other plans for me
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
SOLO
And I want to somebody’s lover
And I want to be quick and be strong
And I want to explore and discover
And I want my life to be long
And I want to be somebody’s hero
And I want to be weightless and free
I believe that it’s getting past clear
Oh that time has some other plans for me
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
If I can just keep breathing
If I can just keep breathing, yeah
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Honey Hunters Sunshine Coast, Australia
Honey Hunters is David Smith of the Sunshine Coast in deepest, darkest Queensland, using interweaving electric guitar lines and various other instruments and a baritone voice to make complex songs about relationships - partners, friends and random blow-ins who touch your lives in one way or another. ... more
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