1. |
Intro (Spoken)
00:23
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2. |
Your Phone (Live)
03:19
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you said in 6 weeks you'd be off to Mexico,
but here we are, in my car, that was 12 weeks ago
what did you mean when you said I was special?
what did you mean when you said it?
way back in Melbourne you were crashing on my couch
touching my leg when you're shifting the gears now
didn't expect it, I think it's funny how
I always saw you as a friend
but your phone is always dead
your phone is always dead
I couldn't relax or let you take care of me
speaking in tongues, and jokes and hyperbole
I tried to rail against my body's boundaries
but you saw it was all pretence
it's not always easy having folks around
I'm still out here, picking my jaw off the ground
when everyone's looking at me to play the clown
but I don't feel like it now
so I went to get ice cream, but it melted in the van
put on that music and I melted in your hands
lying on the beach at night, talking on the sand
like "the wind, it never gives up"
but your phone is always dead
your phone is always dead
we were playing my game of favourites,
you ask me what my favourite bit of today is
I look at the moon, and I look at you
and I take a while to say "now"
because now my phone is dead
now my phone is dead
and I'll leave the world on "read"
both our phones are dead
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3. |
Dating Hippies (Spoken)
00:43
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4. |
Lonely (Live)
02:22
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lonely
not the same as being alone
and it's nice being at home
but I waste so much time on my phone
lonely
why do I feel your hand more when it leaves?
surprised -
a deer caught in your eyes
it took so long
to love being alone
looking back the time has flown
and the smell of you is almost gone
lonely
not the same as being alone
nice to be on my own again
I'm trying to be my own best friend
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5. |
Shivers (Live)
04:33
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I dove into the ocean
you were on the shore
lifted my head above the water
and you were gone
I got tired of being a mirror for you
always want me more when I'm not yours
I used to send shivers down your spine
now I'm begging for your time
I won't set myself on fire
to keep you warm anymore
you don't get to pick and choose
when you want me
I can't be a safe place for your storm
you lit fireworks inside me
first time that I felt your hands
but something told me
you weren't a safe place to land
didn't listen to that feeling
now here I am
I used to send shivers down your spine
now I'm begging for your time
I won't set myself on fire
to keep you warm anymore
you don't get to pick and choose
when you want me
I can't be a safe place for your storm
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6. |
Childhood (Spoken)
00:21
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7. |
The Fire (Live)
03:12
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I was so young when I got the fire
prayed for the gifts in front of hundreds
microphone to my lips, couldn't run
sounds swelled up in my throat
let them go
you don't know all that's changed
and you haven't changed
I was so frightened of those taxidermied heads on the wall
snarls frozen in fear
couldn't live without your gun
that power trip in your arms
why push me over if the
Holy Spirit is falling on me?
I was so young
when I got the fire
in my belly
scream it louder
I can't hear it
the "Hallelujahs"
I was so young when I got the fire
now you can't put out what you started
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8. |
Panic Songs (Spoken)
00:30
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9. |
Tree Song (Live)
03:14
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there's something about standing next to a tree
so much bigger than you
I listened to him and he listened to me
he said "I have lost some friends, too"
I said "I'm so weak and I'm so tired"
I leant up against his skin
he said "I feel strong to you, enough to hold you up,
but I'm struggling in this wind"
tree, how'd you grow?
just tell me how you did it
I want to grow, I want to reach the sky
and he said "you don't want to see what I see from these heights"
tree, what do you know?
"little one, I was once littler than you,
just a tiny seed, they planted me right here,
now I'm 90 and all my friends are gone,
they want to cut me down too, don't you know?
so when you say you'd like to grow like me,
be careful you might not like what you see.
for others not as tall like to watch you fall
and they take pleasure in withering leaves"
tree, how'd you grow?
just tell me how you did it
I want to grow, I want to reach the sky
and he said "you don't want to see what I see from these heights"
tree, what do you know?
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10. |
Hold Space (Spoken)
00:12
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11. |
Home (Live)
04:27
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got rid of your shirt, I was going through my things
you won't talk to me anymore,
you won't talk to me anymore
just wanted to see how you are,
I was a shark, circling the block where you work, still
I am going back home
home is cold, and changing
took the train to see you, old feelings felt quite new
you don't go to church anymore,
we don't go to church anymore
you said my hair was the same colour as the leaves,
and you wish you made it with me
but we were only 15, or so
and shame had a hold on my throat
I am much better now,
you'd be happy to know
I remember I would watch you,
distracted in the front pew
I knew I should be praying to God
but I just wanted to see you play drums
I am coming back home
home is warm, Tiff has the fire going
checking the time where you are, my love
saw a friend for coffee, they said they're seeing you Friday
I don't have your number anymore,
don't have your number anymore
found some old pictures,
we are laughing in the kitchen
I forgot your name the other day,
it's not the same anymore
are you coming back home?
the door is open, I left the light on
lighting candles for myself
dust the dog-eared books on my shelf
checking the time where you are, my love
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13. |
Letter to Life (Live)
03:17
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travelling in the dark
floating in a fishbowl from the past
and my house with three walls couldn't last
I'd still do anything to make you laugh
thinking about my family
and realise my footsteps are getting heavy
my eyelids need a break
and I think I misplaced my spine
so I'm driving to clear my mind
but I'm feeling like a ghost most of the time
listen to a voice message from a friend of mine
and hoping she's okay
I know it's hard when everything feels like it's been cast to that big storm
and you know my heart has been sewn together many times,
so God what's one more?
alone again, in my room
I can hear that pouring rain on my roof
it's heavy and I have no proof
that anything will be fine
taking time out on the spaceship
to figure out my own place in all this
and waiting for the fan to hit the shit,
or somewhere I can plant my feet awhile
I know it's hard when everything feels like it's been cast to that big storm
and you know my heart has been sewn together many times,
so God what's one more?
I know you're talking to me
while I'm disappearing
but I know it won't be long
can't hear you when you're lips are moving
but I know it's temporary -
I'll be back in no time
and when I've finally closed up that door
I find out what for
I'll always have one more
reason to adore you more than before
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14. |
Sleep-talking Wisdom
01:12
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15. |
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can't keep my mind awake
but this body won't be sleeping
anytime soon
follow your breathe
talking in his sleep while he's dreaming
again
the water rose
the pain I held began to grow
grow and grow
then a fox laid a dove at my feet
there was no olive branch for me
oh no
talking in his sleep while he's dreaming
but this body won't be sleeping
oh no
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almost every single morning
at roughly 3am
I feel my way down the stairs
it feels like something I've dreamt
at the fridge, I will stand
the fluorescent light
on my half-closed eyes
eating bocconcini with my hands
and I'll think:
"is this it? I'm in my prime?"
isn't that what they tell you all the time?
"you're 20s are some of your best years!"
didn't realise I'd spend them facing all of my fears
one by one, brick by brick
and eating bocconcini at the fridge
then I wake up, got to GET UP
got to do something with my time
well, time it just keeps on ticking
and I feel I waste a lot of mine
when I could go for a walk,
or call a friend for a talk
or maybe do any of the things
I said I was going to do
instead I'll think:
"Is this it? Is that all?
is this all I'm going to do until I die?"
Is this it? What's this now?
Somewhere, someone hacked my Instagram account
why am I so dumb?
why did I do that?
why can't I sing like her,
or pull off that hat?
why can't I...
(Bailey Brown's sick guitar solo moment)
well this is it:
by the fire
having a cup of tea
and playing Monopoly Deal
with my friends
and eating bocconcini with my hands
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George-Grace Melbourne, Australia
George-Grace is a whimsical and witty painter-songwriter with a flair for weaving memories into song.
Melbourne born and
raised preacher’s kid George-Grace pens tales that marry her background in musical theatre with a love for folk storytelling and structure.
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