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What Would We Have Done With Eternity Anyway?

by Honey Hunters

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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
2.
Sore Winner 02:15
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?
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
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
7.
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?
8.
Whirlwind 06:10
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?
9.
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?
10.
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?
11.
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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released October 20, 2018

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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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