1. |
little sister
03:14
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Wake up,
wake up little sister
Wake up, tell me
when did I fall apart?
When did it start?
I’ve been falling so long
I almost forgot where you are
We swam,
we swam in the river
Where we swam
does the river still flow?
Have they left it alone?
Where the river does flow,
if you’ll have me, I’d like to come home
Could you be there for me?
The 15th time I’ve been in need
Little sister I believe
I've been gone
I’ve been gone for so long
I’ve been gone,
and oh what a fool of a man
you have on your hands
I don’t have a plan
but I understand
That this disco
this disconnected road-show
Is not in my point of view
conducive to
Things I could do,
ideas to pursue
Could you be there for me?
The 15th time I’ve been in need
Little sister I believe,
I just don’t wanna live the dream
Wake up,
wake up little sister
Wake up, tell me
when did I fall apart?
When did it start?
I’ve been falling so long
I almost forgot where you are
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2. |
Lonely little mind
03:47
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I barely exist
I barely exist
Confusion
How can I resist?
What a strange time it is to decide
What it is we are inside
What a strange time to decide
Who it is we are
Hello lonely little mind
Be not twisted or unkind
Be at rest from time to time
Thoughtlessness, a lucky find
Pulling all sorts of faces
And the feelings are tasteless
The change is just on the face of it
Nothing stirs, nothing sits
Hello bright holy machine
Sent forth boldly ‘cross the sea
Pick me up, rinse me clean
Show me what to dream
How hollow do I need to be?
So hollow that you’ll never see
Beneath the mask of anything
Pulling all sorts of faces
And the feelings are tasteless
As the learned few talked paradise
Their high ideals would’ve made you smile
At the water’s edge you closed your eyes
The clear blue sky
What a strange time to decide
What it is we are inside
What a strange time it is when we find
That the ones we love have died
The change is just on the face of it
Nothing stirs, nothing sits
The change is just on the face of it
Nothing stirs, nothing sits
I barely exist
But I really exist
What a wonderful gift
It is to barely exist
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3. |
Socks Up
02:39
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Bedraggled, witchy hair
All night I’m going spare
My daughter is going mad
What can I do?
I’ll pull my socks up tomorrow
I’ll pull my socks up tomorrow
Nucleus wants the best for me
But they don’t see
That your eyes are a mirror
I shrink and shiver
I used to hold my own in society
Disintegrated by the sea
And so it’s come to this
In a tower on a cliff
From my tower I see everything
It changes scene
It shifts and changes all the time
The weather’s getting better
I fear it’s getting better
Cheery, she’s cheery
I’ll pull my socks up tomorrow
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4. |
Critter
02:48
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I’m so glad time’s flying by
There’s very little record of if anything felt right
The window seat passenger’s view is fantastic
Keep ya seat warmer, class cleaner
Colourful character
Marry me on the 3 2 1
A whole life, a whole life of fun
Marry me on the way to get high
It used to be Monday, take me to fri
Hey window shopper on a perpetual ride
You window people and you window shop life
A window shop thief in the dead of the night
I shoot tears from the hip baby
Tears from the hip baby, gimme a gun
It used to be Monday, take me to Friday
I’m so sad time’s flying by
There’s very little record of if anything felt right
You miserable critter
And you’re gonna take her with ya
You miserable critter
Keep ya seat warmer, class cleaner
Colourful character
Marry me on the 3 2 1
A whole life, a whole life of fun
Marry me on the way to get high
It used to be Monday, take me to fri
Hey window shopper on a perpetual ride
You window people and you window shop life
You’d window shop death if the timing was right
Shooting tears from the hip baby
I shoot tears from the hip baby, gimme a gun
Keep ya seat warmer, class cleaner
Colourful character
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5. |
Uplift
04:14
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Another day goes by
What’s another day? What’s another day?
When everything’s so faded, everything’s so grey
I awoke in the night
To find nothing had changed, always the same
Around and around and around in my brain
My mistake
Spinning up and around
In a very strange place, on a ship into space
Drifting away, explain the controls again
I look up at the sun
But it’s not in the sky, left won’t follow right
And the day won’t come at the end of this night
What a sight
I shake
My mistake
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6. |
with Markel
03:46
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Hey im gonna be a rich man, baby
Hey im gonna be a rich man soon.
Just gotta take it a little further
Hey im gonna look after you
One by one in a million
Happy days coming soon
I've got words flying everywhere
Some of them are true
I met a man who was outa luck
He said he’d been trying but
He can’t work the wiring in his tired brain
It is not the same; he’s clearly insane,
for he does not want to play the game
He’s waiting for an eel
Waiting for an eel with Markel
Going nowhere in style
Nowhere in style, freestyle baby
Touching up the face of histories we hide away
Sealed smug with shame
Cottage by the sea
Where you could stay with me
Blither blather brother
How you blither, blather on
Blither blather brother
How you blither, blather on
Well there’s a hole in your gossip
The small talk doesn’t chop it
Like it used to do
Cottage by the sea
Where you could stay with me
There’s a hole in your gossip
The small talk doesn’t chop it
Like it used to do
Blither blather brother
How you blither, blather on
Blither blather brother
How you blither, blather on
Blither blather brother
How you blither, blather on
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7. |
Weird
04:21
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shit
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8. |
inside a tree
04:43
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We don't see
eye to eye
I see anger
You see red in mine
You told me so
So I know
to keep my mouth closed
Gracefully grow old
and die alone
Great tree
of mushroom mould
You stand so silent
Where does the heavy rain go?
You told me so
As I grow old
Filter and hold
You're on your own
Im sorry i forgot
I'm supposed to be a man
A steady pair of hands
Flying baby
In the sky
You dream, and your dreams are realised
You're so high
By a line from your stomach to the earth
You are tied
You are alive
An old friend told me about the flies
She said she knew a great deal about my life
She lives inside a tree
Sat on a knotted wooden knee
Do you feel the same?
Wanna share the pain?
Do you freak out at the start of every day
The forest is impossible
Don't cry, Don't cry
On belonging to a world so cruel
So sly
Stealing sap from your eyes
I'm sorry I forgot
I'm supposed to be a man
A steady pair of hands
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9. |
John
03:41
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I am weak. I am not strong
I do not possess the will to carry John
I must sleep, and I will awake
A different person in a better place
Laying on my bed, sun on face
A gentle wind through the wind brings the slightest taste
Of where, where, where out there, do we find it?
When we finally find it, when the end is near
When do we walk out of this working life, this flailing factory?
It’s not working out for me
Oh what a joke, what a rush
The very thing you practise now you tried so hard to crush
Now there is no land, there are no fathers
Just a boy floating aimlessly through someone else’s garden
He is lost, he has not found
A place to stand, to hang around
And where, where, where out there, do we find it?
When we finally find it, when the end is near
Don’t care for breaking new ground, just ask that mountain why
I don’t mind being left behind
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10. |
How Can You Go
03:03
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music sucks Dunedin, New Zealand
Sam Wilkinson's Music Sucks. Has been bouncing around the country, now back in Dunedin, NZ. Founding member of Chch's Von
Klap and Erasmus Eli.
In Dunedin he played with Chris Heazlewood and Deirdre Newall, in SCUD and on Tiny Pieces of Eight's debut album. Sam also played drums on Tim Moore's album 'Rough As Guts'. Collab's underway with Jeremy Cosmo Potts
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This is my good friend Tim's amazing debut solo album. I played drums on this album. It was also recorded by Michael Summerfield
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