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Trouble
05:52
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What is it you're all talking about?
what is it that you're thinking?
What is it that's on your mind?
can't you see the trouble we're in?
Can't you see that it's melting?
Can't you feel the heat?
Can't you see that people are dying?
Meanwhile you don't get up from your seat
Trouble isn't something you can hold in your hands
and happiness isn't something that you can buy,
do you know what trouble feels like?
have you ever wanted something money can't buy?
And you're lucky if you can say that you have a choice
You're lucky if you can say that you feel safe walking home at night
You're lucky if people do not notice the colour of your skin
You're lucky if you can say you've never seen the sorrow that I've seen
And like a child with a new toy,
it will soon be old,
like a child throwing a tantrum you will kick you legs and stamp your feet
until your dinner is cold
Trouble isn't something you can hold in your hands
and happiness isn't something that you can buy,
do you know what trouble feels like?
have you ever wanted something money can't buy?
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Nothing's Quite the Same
05:58
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I never thought that I would be this kind of person
it's not unusual for me to cry,
it's the context that's unusual
and I find it alarming, but I don't mean to alarm you
but there's doesn't seem to be much point
in anything without you
I can't explain how much I miss the way you look at me
I can't explain, no nothing's quite the same
as the way you look at me
And if I didn't spend the time waiting for the sun to rise
counting down the days and nights,
maybe I would see through the dark
Now I think I understand the feeling, when people say that love it hurts
and I think I know this useless feeling of trying to will the universe
I can't explain how much I miss the way you look at me
I can't explain, no nothing's quite the same
as the way you look at me
Try to put it into perspective
think of all the suffering
think of all the childless mothers, think of all the women killed by lovers
think of all the black boys shot
by white mans guns there's something wrong
think of all those seeking refuge
seeking love and finding none
I think about it all the time
I think about it all the time
I think about it all the time, i think about it late at night
and I think about you all the time
yes I think about you all the time
I think about you all the time, I think about you late at night
I can't explain how much I miss the way you look at me
I can't explain, no nothing's quite the same
as the way you look at me
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Parasite
06:55
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My words are kept in a basket that is hanging from the ceiling,
too high for me to reach them and I'm left with just these feelings
and I can't even show you one
On this day a year ago, I put on a ring,
I said I will be the wedding singer and I will learn to sing
So we went down to the river and there I gave myself
Things of importance often happen near to water
And I don't know what I can offer now I am the only daughter
And everywhere I go I wonder why she isn't there
Everywhere I go I try to find her in the air
On this date, 228 years ago
Englishman spilled on to land with pistols in their hands
And their cruelty showed no mercy
and i f you listen you can still hear the sound of genocide and massacre
no money can buy the pride you think you are afforded
and the body of a man was found this morning in the river
when I heard I felt a shiver down my spine
and there's nothing I can do, but how strange how nothing ever really changes over time
And saying sorry doesn't bring people back from the dead
and soon apologies become the ground on which you tread,
but I'm still sorry for your loss
and I'm still sorry for mine
Things of importance often happen near to water
And I don't know what I can offer now I am the only daughter
And everywhere I go I wonder why she isn't there
Everywhere I go I try to find her in the air
My daddy said to throw away your maps for you wont need them out at sea,
but I'm so lost already, you'll need them if you ever want to find me
Sit down try to write a song
but the words are in the basket
Tell myself it wont be long till I belong somewhere other than my casket
and I tell myself almost every night
I need a new feeling to describe
but this feeling's stuck in me,
like a hungry parasite
and there ain't no cure for this kind of parasite
this feeling's stuck in me,
like a hungry parasite
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Blue Skies
06:08
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Correct me if I'm wrong
Tell me when I don't belong in your arms anymore
Tell me you will miss me when I'm gone
Tell me you will kiss me in the morning
Tell me when I am acting foolishly
Honesty is the greatest gift they say
Hold me like a broken bird
Hold me like my song is the sweetest thing you've ever heard
is it so hard to believe that the good things can ever last?
Blue skies today
Blue skies today
but the weather's always changing and with tomorrow
may come the rain
and people always changing and tomorrow
we may not feel the same
Tick me off your list when you are done with me
What more could you do before I can start to believe
that love is for me?
That real love can be
And I can hear the numbness through the telephone
I can feel the numbness that comes with the great unknown
and as I sit beneath this great blue skie
I can feel a thunderstorm brewing in your eyes
is it so hard to believe that the good things can ever last?
Blue skies today
Blue skies today
but the weather's always changing and with tomorrow
may come the rain
and people always changing and tomorrow
we may not feel the same
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Blackcurrent stains my hands,
guilt is a feeling I have come to understand
and though it didn't always look like this
this life around me doesn't look so bad
Because there is nothing more beautiful than this
nothing more beautiful than this feeling I get sometimes
And when you leave I feel split down the middle,
exposed to elements that I cannot see
and oh what a marvel it is
to find another to share this with
And oh my lips how they are stained
with all the things that I have said and done
and I know it's hard for you to see that someone has changed
and it's hard for you to hear but I've been moving on
Because there is nothing more beautiful than this
nothing more beautiful than this feeling I get sometimes
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Greater Love
04:06
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She talks about you like the weather
telling me that trees sing before they fall
she talks about you like a cool flat stone,
she found on the ocean floor
And is there any kind of greater loss
than a mother who has lost a child?
Is there any more that I can do
than keep the memories alive?
Why do I regress to a child caght in a net?
caught by my own foolish defense
I fight with her too much
she says as long as there's love
and if only I wasn't so sensitive then maybe I wouldn't take it to heart
But is there any kind of greater love
than the love a mother gives a child?
Is there any more that I can do,
than keep this love alive?
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This Kind of Living
06:24
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As I drove across the Westgate Bridge late last night
I scared myself by how much I longed for you to hold me tight
I sang a harmony to the opening song
and watched these well built walls that have been up for so long
to watch them crumble and to feel them fall,
like a change in the weather
and suddenly I hear the universe it calls
As I drove across the Westgate Bridge late last night
I thought about all the separate cars and how we drive towards the light
You've felt pain but you're not angry,
you said you'd rather not pin the blame
and I so admire the kindness, I have so much to gain
and if you don't mind, together we can wait for the rain
And I'm not well versed in the book of love
I wont say it out loud,
but you're the only one I'm thinking of
As I drove across the Westgate Bridge late last night
I thought is this what I have been avoiding for all of this time
And I could get used to this kind of living
I could get used to two voices singing
Oh I could get used to this kind of living
I could get used to two bodies breathing
I could get used to this kind of living
I could get used to this kind of living
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My Grandmother's House
06:05
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In my grandmothers house
in my parents old bed
Think back to my childhood, things I cannot forget
But out here I'm a sponge,
and I soak it all up
soak up that old feeling, till I'm soaked to the core
Where the sea and the sky
have no distinct line
and the cliffs stand tall in the afternoon light
Though the patchwork hills and the rust coloured leaves
the sky reaches down and she kisses the trees
And roads run through this country
like the veins in your arms
and the blood is the workers who keep ploughing these farms
and the mud pie dinners, for the far and forlorn
while the rich write the future
for a baby yet born
And I remember the time we hit a bird on the road
watching through the windows for the others in tow
it was snowing on the hill and my skin it turned blue
and back at the house we wipe the mud from our shoes
as if it meant nothing at all
Now look at my face
and see my mothers smile
and turn to the sea when you hear the earth she cries
Out there there's somebody with a fragile heart,
somebody who's worked hard for little reward
Somebody who holds to a broken rope
in a system that can't be beaten or broke
and to some it means
nothing at all.
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