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Same Old
04:01
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My love she has a hundred faces
And I’m trying to learn them all
But each step closer to the well I get
Deeper seems the fall
Deeper seems the fall
And we all start out as kids
Holding back, choking back, the Shakespeare we read in school
But given chance enough to make our own mistakes
Deeper seems the fall
Deeper seems the fall
You and me
We’re gonna have a long long life
Like my favourite book
Years from now by your side
We’ll read through all our different faces
We’ll find the same old tears in the same old places
We’ll find the same old tears in the same old places
I’ve got old friends who tell
Their broken-hearted tales
With a smile through it all
And it feels like life is just
One sorrow after the next
Deeper seems the fall
Deeper seems the fall
Oh and no I’m not naïve
I know no one sets out to leave
And that times a big old wrecking ball
But each new look across the room I get
Deeper seems the fall
Deeper seems the fall
You and me
We’re gonna have a long long life
Like my favourite book
Years from now by your side
We’ll read through all our different faces
We’ll find the same old tears in the same old places
We’ll find the same old tears in the same old places
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2. |
Days Like This
03:43
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water on the windscreen hands on the wheel
steam rising up from the road
You should get your ears checked you say as I turn it up too loud
water on the windscreen hands on the wheel
steam rising up from the road
we’re chasing red lights
as the reflection dances on the wet bitumen
and another long drive
to somewhere new to sing the same song again
living a dream or so it seems
but I’m worn out and spent right now I’m over it
but darling every life has days like this
kettle on the stove load in the machine
crashing on the couch after work
let’s get up an hour early I say for the fifteenth time with a smirk
kettle on the stove load in the machine
crashing on the couch after work
walking down our street
I see the same old houses lined up like they’re caging me in
And another long week
Checking in and out just to wake up and do it all over again
living a dream or so it seems
but I’m worn out I’m spent right now I’m just over it
but darling every life has days like this
I’ve been listening to you talking to friends
explaining all our future plans
it’s the first I’m hearing it and I don’t know how I feel about it
but I just want to let you know yeah I just wanted to say
we could be home sick or we could be restless
as long as I’m with you
darling I can deal with days like this
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3. |
Didn't He
05:03
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He could play Taylor and Sincerely Me
had to practice closing the door the night he gave me the MxPx DVDs
Skipping class to play rock n roll with him and the boys then riding home
Next to him on the bus in all black yeah I’d never felt so cool
But that didn’t help the day I walked down the hall
Saw you crying in your bed give her a hug mum said
And I just stood there with no clue
Didn’t he love you like he should
I’m sorry I never understood
Didn’t he love you like he should
A little later next one pulled me aside a courtesy call to say
That we kissed behind the school hall
I said don’t hurt her or I’ll kick your ass quoting friends and we all laughed
Cause we knew there was nothing I would really do
Don’t know if I told you and I probably never did
But I sent him a message last year though I knew it was stupid
Apologizing for giving the cold shoulder
Just after it was over
Didn’t he love you like he should
I’m sorry I never understood
You deserve so much more
What are brothers even for
So now you’re flying to Switzerland every chance that you get
He plays guitar and he’s funny or at least that’s what James says
I hear he’s charming and he’s working on his Aussie slang
Must be a decent fella cause he’s done right and bought you a ring
Oh and he better treat you good
All that you deserve
Love you like he should
Cause I’ve grown up and so has my nerve
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4. |
Hey Ma
02:56
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Hey Ma we’re movin to the city
Cause time is short
You know you need big plans if you’re gonna make it big time
They’ll be throwin money down for our rhythm and a rhyme
Don’t gotta worry now yeah we’ll be fine
Hey Ma we’re movin to the city
Hey Ma we’re moving to Ireland
We’re the grass is green
Yeah we met a lotta folk who sure feel like kin
At Carlow, Kilkenny and Dublin
Soak in their song and story
Be singing blessings your way from every bar we play
Hey Ma we’re moving to Ireland
Hey Ma guess we’re staying on Swan Street
Cause life is hard
You never know the curve ball that’ll be your last
When all the words they can’t come close
Ain’t nothing like loss to show what matters most
Hey Ma guess we’re staying on Swan Street
Hey Ma guess we’re building a home on Swan Street
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Charlie
03:16
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Charlies in the lounge room curled upon grandma’s knee
the fires warm a patchwork quilt a lamp and a cup of tea
open old king James and she reads her favourite stories
of a man who healed and helped sent demons to the sea
looking into his confused hazel eyes
She said he did it
one devil at a time dear
one devil at a time
Jane came in like a whirlwind first the ringing bells then the news
that all their love seemed destined for a family of two
now the bills are stacking up beside the letter that they’re letting him go
a kettle boils and shaky hands switch on the radio
pulled close into a worn-out shuffle
Charlie sighs
one devil at a time dear
one devil at a time
now Charlie leads the circle with his cracked voice and tired bones
there’s sweet black coffee serenity some new faces and some old
and a mother is asking how to keep the memories at bay
don’t know if I can take another day
one devil at a time dear
one devil at a time
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Glenrowan
04:24
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Fresh Lego spread across the Christmas floor
You’re reading a story out loud to us all
Then packing into the car for six hours or more
For the annual trip to Warrnambool
Spent that trip learning harmonies to carols
You never asked for a song but a piece of each belongs
And I hope a part of every word and note
Will find its way home to Glenrowan
You never asked for a song I’m sorry it took so long
Ink stains all over your wall
Tell the rise from every fall
Beauty drawn for each a portal
Towards the light that calls your name
Late nights laughing till we fall down
Wrestling ideas to the ground
String of pearls to be unwound
World of words to scribble down
Speaking out against the cloud
Till sweet rest with dawn alight
You never asked for a song but a piece of each belongs
And I hope a part of every word and note
Will find its way home to Glenrowan
You never asked for a song I’m sorry it took so long
Family is not a secret to be kept
Give it all there’ll be some left
All are welcome to this rest
Open hand not a closed fist
A cure for the lonely
Questions
Keep asking more questions
It’s the door to others worlds
Stretch on past the point of nerves
No need of bravado to preserve
Our ever-needed lesson
You never asked for a song but a piece of each belongs
And I hope a part of every word and note
Will find its way home to Glenrowan
You never asked for a song I’m sorry it took so long
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Rhys Duursma Australia
Rhys Duursma is a songwriter.
Within his rock band Lowline, crafting indie-folk as Mayfair Lane or simply
sitting by himself with a guitar.
Since he was young his hope was that these songs, birthed in his quiet, melancholy inner world, could somehow become a conversation where together we explore our humanity and the things that unite us.
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