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Foreign Soils
03:39
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I drove south where all the dirt was foreign
and the old jeans, green dreams,
patchy outlines out there in the sun came undone.
The little that I had out there was gone.
I think less without a covered chest.
All the simple signals come into fruition in the cold.
It'll take control. Settle without knowing where you're going.
Where you going?
Freezing seas and as the mornings foggy
every blue gum takes a different imitation in the dawn.
Nestled under falls, Huon pine and mountain ashes grow.
Ancient landscapes held in portraits,
laying dormant living in the focus and the tone.
Day is at a close. As the sky is changing I suppose I'll be going.
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Scratching At The Cards
04:25
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Been trying for something new,
been walking with old bruises.
On and on and on.
I’m scratching at the cards,
the faces won’t come off.
Faded, worn out suits.
You’re watching from the car,
I’m diamond mining junkyards.
Maps have been redrawn.
We’re sleeping on the rocks,
I’m counting days with chalk.
Etching into stone.
You integrate the loss,
I stand aside and watch.
Stir and sigh exhausted.
You know how you’re to grieve,
you’re cut from the new century.
But we’re all wrong sometimes.
I sleep under the stars,
I sleep on their verandah.
Curling up at night.
I wanna capture art,
manufacture sparks.
Clinging on to fire.
A dragonfly is near,
it crashes where you’re seated.
Sharing the same space.
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Big Forest
03:25
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Big forest, I never want to leave you.
Some day I’ll grow wings and then I’ll see.
Can my labour count for countless acres?
I’d do it every time.
Spring met by rain, cavernous change.
Old mountains grey brim with life again.
Caught up in a daze, the morning haze.
My soul was there, I left it in the shade.
Can my labour count for countless hours?
I’ve done it every time.
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Heart of Hearts
03:52
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Nailed to a tree, a sign that reads For Free.
You wake and walk the cold wood boards,
and settle down among diminished chords.
Rain crumbling down.
This morning I think I may have found two endangered birds.
How long do you think they’re going to last?
How far do you think they’re on their path?
I exist in two stark places.
How on earth are we supposed to face it?
The cold and rigid pride.
We all know the heart of hearts must die.
We all know the rule we can’t abide,
even though the sentiment seems fine.
Desolated eyes scan the floor for signs.
Walls around us sigh.
It’s a cloudy day outside.
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Everything Passes By
04:04
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Curtains in our room gently sigh
as we lay there on our sides.
The north, south, east and rest of our life
passes by.
Ill take the time to take my time.
When the sun is ground the moon is sky.
Ah the naked spring, the well-dressed winters.
Autumn trees have splintered.
They’re making me wonder about the summer passing by.
Brick, steel and wood lines across the acres.
All that I’ve built is lines across the paper.
Bountiful creators swinging their old hammers,
sewing incarnations deep into the garden as it dies,
passing by.
Here under the light of the warm December dry,
blowing by the months as a mountain valley fire
tangles in the sights.
As it burns and it renews, it’ll pass us by.
It all starts and ends.
It starts and ends with you.
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6. |
Clay Empires
03:23
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Slow pace down here ‘round my place.
A showers embrace. My empire of clay.
Alright. It’s alright when you’re near.
The birds sing loud and clear.
Forlorn, grapevine frontier.
I’m trying to do what’s right, but I don’t know what that is.
My dog kept me company again,
and I think that he knew what it meant.
My friends and I try really hard.
What we own, it ain’t all that we got.
I got dressed and then I went for a walk.
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James Reynold Newcastle, Australia
Peripheral Songs from the Hunter Valley, Australia.
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