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Three faded decades down the timeline
Yet still I’m dying to live
I’m not an Elvis or an Einstein
But still I’ve plenty to give
My journey’s still coming together
I’m sure gonna get there uh huh
My boat has held sure through bad weather
They say that I’ve changed for the better
So maybe I’m done with my sad songs
Turns out that I am the lucky one
It’s got nothing to do with perfection
Finally learning the lesson
That not everything has to be sad
Not everything will turn out bad
Well I’m still learning to be patient
Rome wasn’t built overnight
Life with no trial or tribulation
I doubt that ever felt right
If sadness still sings in the distance
The water stays calm just you listen
Ahead with those hands you’ve been given
And stretch out the sails you’ve been missing
Maybe I’m done with the sad songs
Turns out that I am the lucky one
it’s got nothing to do with perfection
Finally learning my lesson
That not everything has to be sad
Not everything has to be sad
Not everything has to be sad
Not everything has to be sad
Not everything will turn out bad
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Lord knows what I need
Four walls is just the start
Something tangible to prove I’m here
I’m lying on this fucked-up fold-out bed
A hundred short on rent
I’ve crashed in all the quarters of this city
It still don’t feel like home
I’m dragging my bags round town
I’m dragging myself around
But I don’t wanna leave having nothing achieved at all
Dragging my bags around town
Tearing my long hair out
‘Cause I can’t seem to find me a shell to settle down
Yeah I know, should have left this city long ago
I got nothing good to show for all my time here
In the end, I’ll be packing up my bags again
For this roof over my head is ever changing
I gotta catch get a job
The searching never stops
Cos no one wants to pay for melodies
And I don’t even write songs any more
Up on the seventh floor
I waste my days just moving place to place
But nowhere feels like home
I’m still dragging my bags around town
Letting the family down
‘Cause I can’t even make it a week without running out
Yea I know, should have left this city long ago
I got nothing good to show for all my time here
In the end, I’ll be packing up my bags again
For this roof over my head is ever changing
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Carried Away
05:16
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Red lights, dark room
Second hand making its moves
I lean on your poison
Breathe out, then breathe in,
Medicine doing its thing
I’m sighing, resigning
I’m starting to believe that this mattress is a sailboat
And I’m floating out of the window on the top floor, into another life
Intoxicated, pacified, I run from obligation
Now I’m surfing over the rooftops and the streetlights, as I hit another high
And it feels good to be carried away
We all need escape from time to time
And a retreat night after night
Run into the flames with bad little habits of mine
Kissing those uncertainties goodbye
I’m leaving all my fears behind
Buildings drifting
Gravity lifts me up to the ceiling, while I’m dreaming
Float in and out of sanity, and riding on evasion
Down below I watch myself struggle with the burdens of womanly duty
Delivery from malady in deep hallucination
Losing track of time as it creeps like Chinese whispers
from midnight to infinity
Red lights, dark room
Second hand making it’s moves
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Lady Enraged
04:50
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Mama’s sick and tired
Don’t say that I didn’t warn you
Biting off the hand
That never failed to feed you
If you’re not even nervous
You’ve not been paying attention
Running low on my good nature
And that divine intervention won’t be saving you now
I’ll show you what it means living in uncertain times
I see I’ve got to scream to force wide open your eyes
I am a lady enraged
I have been too-long ignored
Hell hath no fury like I do
I won’t take it anymore
My equilibriums screwed
I can no longer lie back
And let you trash the rest of me
Too late to slam the brakes
Your tires are already burning
Old ways can’t be erased
The tides are already turning and I’m just warming up
My aches have been belittled
They say I’m exaggerating
Let me put it to you simple
It’s your own grave that you’re digging
A women suffering is still accepted as normal
Our planet’s on the brink, there’ll be no hope for reversal
I am a lady enraged
I have been too-long ignored
Hell hath no fury like I do
I won’t take it anymore
My equilibriums screwed
I can no longer lie back
And let you trash what’s left of me
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A Day In A Dog's Life
04:26
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Will he have gifts for me?
Like a stack of sweet sardines, right out the hand
Howling at him from across the jetty
For I could recognise his boat a hundred miles away
His basket seems so empty
Another grim season it’s been
And he seems tired for he rubs his eyes and he
Pats my back to calm me
My masters back from the open seas
I run like the wind to greet him
But he’s down on his knees
Hasn’t got a fish for me but
Not the fish that I want
Just my master back on land with me
He’ll be half-blind from the heavy sun,
Have to double-check it’s me, his only child
I’ll know its him from his crooked back
And that ever twisting brow under his tilted/beloved/ faded cap
I’ve been pacing in the harbour
I can sense those old boots getting near
I’ve been barking at those taunting waves
To make stubborn days crawl the quicker
My masters back from the open seas
I run like the wind to greet him
But he’s down on his knees
Didn’t catch a fish for me but
Not the fish that I want
Just my master back home with me
The oceans running empty
That’s the rumour spread all round the port
I’m not worried for I’ll beg some scraps from the kids drinking beer on the docks
My masters back from the empty seas
I run like the wind to greet him
But he’s down on his knees
Hangs his head, he can’t look at me
But there’s nothing that’s beats
Having master back on land with me
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You’ve got castles on your mind
Budding feathers upon those shoulders
Still many corners left to fight
But these hurdles only making you stronger
Your force lies in your truth and tenderness
Sensitivity’s a superpower
Now all you needs a little confidence
as the inevitable creeps ever closer
Forget what this world
Expected of you
You’re more than a flower
That fleetingly blooms
You’re fighting and flying
But you’ll never have to choose
Between growing hands or wings
Girl, you are a woman now
Girl, you are a woman now
Blurry landscapes racing by
Where you’re headed isn’t on the atlas
You’ve done way more than merely just survive
Your teenage self would be proud of you I promise
The future is yours
Like never before
Desire to achieve
All you wanted and more
No mirror will ever
Truly show you who you are
But to others it’s clear to see
Girl, you are a woman now
Girl, you are a woman now
Girl, you are a woman now
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Radisson Blues
04:04
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This feeling is only temporary
So don’t you go caving in
Not easy jumping city to city
This double life you’re living in
Another show awaits you tomorrow
You really should get some sleep
One single silent tear on the pillow
I must be getting used to this
Wonder if I deserve to be here
Or am I on borrowed time
More terror spilling out of the tv
Still better than what’s on my mind
Mirror tell me something I don’t know
Can you tell me I’ll be fine
There’s ups and downs in every town
From the check in to the check out uh-huh
I’m in the throes of highs and lows
From the warm up to my last round
Life has changed beyond recognition
My progress comes at a price
At times I still turn sad without reason
In my hotel room at night
Doubting every note I deliver
Doubting I’ll wow the crowd
Stay up for a word from my dear one
That’s when the silence feels too loud
There’s ups and downs in every town
From the check in to the check out uh-huh
I’m in the throes of highs and lows
From the warm up to the show down
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Time stands still at the lookout
You seem to wait patiently for life to come back and get you
But seasons they just keep on rolling
This world shows no pity for those who got left behind
It’s down to you to lift yourself up from the inside
I couldn’t go back to that old life
Even if I do miss it sometimes
I doubt that I could do it again
It’s just the hard times can feel like your friend
I tried to be someone else
I’ve been so sick of myself
If I can make it so can you
When fire comes you know just what to do
So never to return to that old life
I have worked so hard on my stage fright
If ever feel the tide come to change?
I learnt the only way through is the flames
There were times I did give up
There were times I did give in
But I got older anyway
I guess that time is on our side in the end
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