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Hyenas
02:58
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Documentary
Glowing in the dead of night
I’m a sentry
Nodding off in firelight
They’ve got a lot of reasons
Got a lot of right words
Got a lot of rules
I’m dreaming of hyenas
Dreaming of the barn owl
Dreaming of baboons
Keep me guessing
Never let me feel secure
If you love me too much
You make me a caricature
They’ve got a lot of reasons
Got a lot of right words
Got a lot of rules
I’m dreaming of hyenas
Dreaming of the barn owl
Dreaming of baboons
Scented candle
Tiny tattoo on your arm
Play you Handel
Never let you come to harm
Baby I’m your river
Baby I’m your ocean
And your swimming pool
Baby I’m your forest
Baby I’m your ozone
Trying to keep it cool
They’ve got a lot of reasons
Got a lot of right words
Got a lot of rules
I’m dreaming of hyenas
Dreaming of the barn owl
Dreaming of baboons
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2. |
Block Universe
03:40
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Crunching over gravel
Luncheon on the table
Clutching to the fable
Holding hands
Staring at the gable
Ten years in the barrel
Ten minutes on your tongue
can’t promise that I’ll always love you
Give me what you’re feeling; I won’t judge you
O here’s another villain
Worse than those before him
O come let us adore him
If we can
Talk about it later
Asking for the waiter
Racing through our life
can’t promise that I’ll always love you
The sky is several hundred miles above you
In another lifetime
Curving through the spacetime
I don’t want to Facetime
I’m too tired
Rain of fire descending
Every tree is bending
Endlessly ending
O let the numbers sing:
Can’t promise that I’ll always love you
No I can't promise that I'll always love you
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3. |
Surely Years Ago
03:04
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motionless blue gum, smooth pale shaded trunk among suspended foliage, like a message to the sky, great living column, the warmth of a day in autumn, shifting temperature as air moves like a melody that brings on tears, the numbers below and above and within, vineyards visible, cars and plans, a leaf falls and an engine starts in the parking lot, surely years ago in Holland as now God has something to tell me, more leaves now, many, and the afternoon advances, hazy blue elephant's eye half obscured, wind more lively, i know i must move but want to stay, coiled hose and flowerless agapanthus, acorns, white buildings of beauty that speak abstract accusation, the young chef's earlobe, the weight between my legs, i uncross them and then get up to go
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4. |
House and Leisure
02:46
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Need new curtain rods
More Nespresso pods
But I don’t feel like driving today
Don’t know what the matter is
But I fight my demons with
Spears of asparagus
Pull down the bamboo blinds
Pour out the natural wine
Re-read the opening line
And as the Amazon burns
I water my little fern
Bought it on Amazon Prime
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
And now you want to make plans
But I’m just a collage of everything
You’ve ever dreamed of
Winter morning sun
Get the Wordle done
Watching Wimbledon
On a giant Samsung
With nowhere to run
And no way to know
Whether I’ve done enough
Lie on the raffia rug
To Eric Clapton ‘Unplugged’
Play tug of war with my pug
Re-watch a scene from ‘The Trip’
Wait for the coffee to drip
Into my Carrol Boyes mug
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
And now you want to make plans
But I’m just a collage of everything
You’ve ever dreamed of
Something to cleanse your palate now
Like a song in a different key
Or a bowl of coffee beans
Pickled ginger
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
And now you want to make plans
But I’m just a collage of everything
You’ve ever dreamed of
When I wanted your hand
You were just a mirage
And now you want to make plans
But I’m just a collage of everything
Everything
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5. |
Fire on Campus
03:37
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look at all this smoke
there is a fire on campus
did you hear
have you heard?
some people are worried about
all the archives
and some about birds
driving round the bend
we saw the burnt mountain
and the gate
open
before a ranger chased us
we saw homeless field mice
and took sticks of charcoal
let me have my pillow
window on the sea
give me a panado
rescue remedy
tears in my cortado
from a crocodile
let me have my sunlight
before i go on trial
a sleeping marble lion
he is the café guardian
and though his life
is a dream
he knows the past and future
and i think he’d devour us
if we set him free
among the hanging plants
i go through unread emails
and your name
appears
i’m sorry i’ve taken so long to reply
it’s just been a crazy couple years
some people change
and some people carry on
i want to carry on
i want to change
oh
i’d rather be sad than enraged
a saint before a sage
the sleeping marble lion
doesn’t miss a thing
knows when you are trying
and when you’re pretending
tears on the pillow
this time they are real
salt is in the wound now
maybe it will heal
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6. |
Jolly Roger
03:08
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Half past 3
Nowhere I’d rather be
I’m tired and I’m a prisoner
To all my memories
Foam in glass
View of the TV
I hope they show the cricket highlights
Before the rugby
Tea and rusks
Elon Musk
The Queen’s Gambit
Grammarly
Greenwashing
Tik Tok
Fire emoji
Crème brulée
You only get one life
Something that’s brought to mind
By petals falling from the jacaranda
Order a plate of chips
Then I kiss my baby’s lips
We’ll watch the thunderstorm from the veranda
A city built on gold
Ah it never gets old
If you can make it here
Then at least you’ve made it somewhere
Make a lot of money
Gotta drive everywhere
Every street’s an avenue
Pollution in the air
Par for the course
But the way’s not fair
You got to build yourself up
You got to build yourself up
You got to build yourself up
Oh you got to build yourself
A corporate gig in March
Stayed at the Melrose Arch
I met my baby at the Jolly Roger
{Try as I might
Can’t get it right
Without you
I’m looking for a long lost tennis ball
I’m climbing over borehole water stained walls
I’m waiting in my car at a barrier boom
I’m talking to the elephant in the room
Red sunset
Black label
White lightning
Green mamba}
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