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Searching For more
02:53
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I made love to a girl with the kind of tenderness reserved for lifelong lovers
And you kissed a girl time and time again and fantasized about having her in our bed.
We weren't trying to hurt each other, we were just searching for more.
We never told each other, maybe we should have talked more.
I hit the road with excited ferocity, looking for fulfilment in my work.
And you got on a plane again to escape from your problems abroad.
Together we were hurting, dressed in austere navy blue.
Our love was a blanket on a hot night, we were saving it for later,
saving it for the cold.
I strap you into your seat, start up the engine and foot off the brake.
You were like an extension of myself, but I’m jumping before it’s too late.
We have grown famished and small, the air is too hot to breathe.
We are fruit flies on a steering wheel.
We weren't trying to hurt each other, we were just searching for more.
We never ever told each other, maybe we should have talked more.
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2. |
Fly On The Table
05:44
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Fly on the table, candle on the wall
You can’t help me, you can’t help at all
Take me for a ride in your big black eyes
But don’t try to help, you can’t help me at all
You can feed me gin and I’ll drink my fill
You can be Jack and I’ll try to be Jill
But at the end of the night, you’d better sleep tight
‘Cos I’m turning around and marching back up that hill
There are people in my life, I know, who will help me to get through
But I want more from life than just to survive
A ‘C’ in the air, a bow on the string
Spin me your web and maybe I’ll sing
Take me dancing in your big black heart
But leave me spinning before I want out
If I can’t move my own two feet and will myself to run
Then I’ll sit solitary, patiently until the day that I can
Fly on the table, candle on the wall
You can’t help me, you can’t help at all
Take me for a ride in your big black eyes
But don’t try to help, you can’t help me at all
You can feed me gin and I’ll drink my fill
You can be Jack and I’ll try to be Jill
But at the end of the night, you’d better sleep tight
‘Cos I’m turning around and marching back up that hill
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3. |
Gecko Fingers
04:35
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I see myself in you, and you in me
And from the womb you’ve always been a step ahead of me
But from that place I never saw how lost you were, how lonely
How much you yearned for your own chosen family
Fiery hearts clashing like the crash of cymbals
Strong-willed and stubborn, never backing down
Ears half open, eyes half closed
Couldn’t help stepping on each other’s toes
In your head we weren’t the same, I’d never understand
And I could never give you the life that you had planned
Nor could I please you or convince you of my love
In the midst of all our fighting, our simmering shared blood
Fiery hearts clashing like the crash of cymbals
Strong-willed and stubborn, never backing down
Ears half open, eyes half closed
Couldn’t help stepping on each other’s toes
We never had to use that magic word that we chose
The word to end an argument ended all arguments
As sisters and as friends we share blood, hearts, minds and hands
Open ears, open eyes and matching gecko fingers
Fiery hearts clashing like the crash of cymbals
Strong-willed and stubborn, never backing down
Ears half open, eyes half closed
Couldn’t help stepping on each other’s toes
Fiery hearts clashing like the crash of cymbals
Strong-willed and stubborn, never backing down
Ears half open, eyes half closed
Couldn’t help stepping on each other’s toes
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4. |
Brave In The Sun
03:57
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You’ve cried yourself to sleep and cried yourself awake.
You’re thinking maybe you’ve got too much at stake.
In lighter moments this affair is thrilling and fun.
But in the dark you’re a swimming duck, vulnerable, exposed…
Your move is under threat, you can’t stay utterly composed.
We feel brave in the sun.
We throw our hearts around like they’re invincible.
We tell ourselves we’ll never hurt, on principle.
But we’re still lost when we’ve won.
You’ve held yourself together and you’ve held your head high.
The volume of your self-control is hard to quantify.
And with each victory you deserve to let a little go.
But opening up is painful as well as liberating.
It wears you down, the day to day, you’re getting tired of waiting…
We feel brave in the sun.
We throw our hearts around like they’re invincible.
We tell ourselves we’ll never hurt, on principle.
But we’re still lost when we’ve won.
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5. |
Time For Being Brave
03:12
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I should have gone to bed, stopped replying, let you wonder.
I should have let it sink in, let it stew; remained asunder.
I should have left you wanting, left you thinking, left you swiftly,
But instead I gave you full control and licence to reject me.
I find you self-indulgent and distracted when you listen.
You miss the point and patronise through loose interpretation.
I let myself be drawn in but I won’t be satisfied.
You want me just to love you, not for me, but for what I provide.
I jump in quickly, whole. I know it’s foolish to be hasty.
I throw my heart around like any stillness will be wasting.
I can’t hide a feeling but I can’t express it either.
I’m a curious explorer on the verge of cabin fever.
I’m angry at myself and at your lack of understanding,
I’m frustrated that you’re taking off whenever I am landing.
I’m tired of all the subtle ways in which it feels too hard
And I’m tired of all the nights when you’re asleep and I’m on guard.
But most of all, I’m weary from the times I’ve tried and failed.
Hope is strong but fleeting and happiness is veiled.
I’m sick of trying to tell you how I feel and what it means
And I’m sick of holding out for perfect rhymes and perfect dreams.
I’ll never be content with all the choices that I’ve made,
But given my time over there are few things I would trade.
I should probably give up on hiding from the truth I so crave –
There is time for sitting quietly and time for being brave.
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6. |
Every Time I'm Falling
04:40
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You have brought me back again from the deepest dream
Every time I’m falling
You have taught me love again in the deepest form
Every time I’m falling
Speak to me like the flow of water in a wide river
Speak to me like our words make progress
And falter only when we hit the ground
You have caught my hand and pulled me up on the ledge
Every time I’m falling
Speak to me like the flow of water in a wide river
Speak to me like our words make progress
And falter only when we hit the ground
You have fought my demons through the longest nights
Every time I’m falling
Speak to me like the flow of water in a wide river
Speak to me like our words make progress
And falter only when we hit the ground
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7. |
In Time You Will Learn
04:18
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I will not be pushed over, I will not be dissolved
I took a chance on knowing you, when will this be resolved?
You took my observations, you took my very words
You took my best intentions and you threw them to the wolves
I find I’m at a loss now, I don’t know what to do
I will not let you bully me, but I want to let it go
You’ll find it will not serve you to sit yourself so high
You’ll lose friends and lovers when they realise who you are
Greed will not reward you and selfishness will not pay
Ideas will not become you when you wear them this way
Oh in time you will learn, you will learn
Oh in time you will learn
You cannot tread so heavy and think it won’t backfire
You cannot think that sweetness disguises every lie
I may not wanna fight you with bitterness at my heart
But one day life will show you the sadness in your art
Oh in time you will learn, you will learn
Oh in time you will learn
That greed will not reward you and selfishness will not pay
Ideas will not become you when you wear them this way
Greed will not reward you and selfishness will not pay
Ideas will not become you when you wear them this way
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8. |
Broken Heart Strings
04:10
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I keep your broken heart strings in a wooden treasure box
Wrapped in a blanket and stored in minor chords
They glisten and they shiver and they beg to be whole
But they never could resist a thrilling dance with the swords
Skin like milk, eyes like rivers
When you look at me, I get the shivers
You give like fruit and you listen like blossoms
You are the girl to teach me old lessons
He keeps his broken heart strings in the glovebox of a bomb
Underneath his cigarettes and overdue bills
They shrivel and they fester and they whimper in pain
But they’re too afraid of breaking again and again
Skin like sand, eyes like stones
When I look at him I feel a chill in my bones
He listens like salt and he gives like rubber
He will never be my friend or my lover
You keep her broken heart strings in your swollen belly
Wrapped around the neck of your new lover’s baby
They stretch and they tighten as that baby tries to sing
But she hasn’t yet recovered from your fateful fling
Skin like ice, eyes like slivers
She watches as your promises blow away like feathers
You give like rain and you listen like whispers
You will always take from generous givers
You keep my broken heart strings on a vintage guitar
You bound them back together with the glue of your heart
They ring out clear and warm as you pluck each one
They joy in your touch brings out a glorious song
Laughter like sun, love like planets
When I look at you our eyes become magnets
We give like saints and we listen like disciples
Side by side in our toils and our travels
Skin like milk, eyes like rivers
When you look at me, I get the shivers
You give like fruit and you listen like blossoms
You are the girl to teach me old lessons
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9. |
The Drunken Rider
03:16
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The drunken rider swigs throughout the night
She sways from right to left and left to right
She grins her best to all she passes by
Her saddle holds her when she reaches down
She is every rider on the road
She is every camper on the side
She is every person with a house or a motel
She is every tiger, every mouse
Her ghostly form is real to all who look
And only can be touched by those who see
She lends a limb to every passing hack
And gets back double what she passes out
She is every brick in every wall
She is every river, every well
She is everything and everything is her
She is every story that you tell
A legend she becomes over time
And people start to walk with open eyes
But she is only real through those she knows
And if they close their eyes she disappears
She is every rider on the road
She is every camper on the side
She is every person with a house or a motel
She is every tiger, every mouse
She is every brick in every wall
She is every river, every well
She is everything and everything is her
She is every story that you tell
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10. |
Hold Me Now
03:55
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Sweetest of lovers we will find our way in the end
Leave now and come back tomorrow and we’ll leave nothing unsaid
Sweetest of lovers this is ours alone to hold
There’s no need to justify our love to anyone else
So hold me now
Hold me now and tell me what’s on your mind
Hold me now, hold me now
Hold me now until the end of our time
Sweetest surrender gets me every time I fall
And one day it may follow that I’ll know what forever holds
But in the meantime I will hold your hand in mine
And tell you all the ways that I love you
‘cos it’s true and I’ve got nothing to hide
So hold me now
Hold me now and tell me what’s on your mind
Hold me now, hold me now
Hold me now until the end of our time
There’s nothing you can say to make me love you more than I do
And nothing you can do to make me change my mind about you
Nothing is certain but I’ll do my best for you
So hold me now
Hold me now and tell me what’s on your mind
Hold me now, hold me now
Hold me now until the end of our time
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11. |
Crepuscule
06:24
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Folding into the crepuscule.
With falling light comes a slowing of pace.
With creeping cool comes a shiver in my resolve
and a deep desire for your embrace.
Sneaking back to that muddy lake
where fallen leaves made a softer bed,
where creeping doubt made a mess of us
and a greater mess of my riddled head.
You can tell yourself to think that way and you'll be right.
You can tell yourself to feel that way and save the fight,
but I can't tell myself to think that way, I can't pretend.
No, I can't tell myself to feel that way and be alright.
Folded into the crepuscule.
With fading light comes a slowing of time.
With creeping cool comes a shiver in my content
and a deeper longing for the sublime.
Stealing back to my muddy past
where fallen loves make a thorny bed.
Where creeping pain is a chorus I repeat
and a greater distraction in my riddled head.
You can tell yourself to think that way and you'll be right.
You can tell yourself to feel that way and save the fight,
but I can't tell myself to think that way, I can't pretend.
No, I can't tell myself to feel that way and be alright.
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12. |
The Lone Saxophone
07:24
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The Lone Saxophone laments as we crawl, unsteady, arms heavy
Towards your departure. A smile, a sigh, a wave goodbye
The saddest look in downturned eyes and you are lost to me again
In through my open window it wails soulfully as if saying
Your soon to be lonely heart is not alone, not really, but merely on its own in space
The space it needs to breathe. Kept safe in its cage of bones and flesh and blood
Reprieve
The Lone Saxophone laments as we crawl, unsteady, arms heavy
Towards your departure. A smile, a sigh, a wave goodbye
The saddest look in downturned eyes and you are lost to me again
In through my open window it wails soulfully as if saying
Your soon to be lonely heart is not alone, not really, but merely on its own in space
The space it needs to breathe. Kept safe in its cage of bones and flesh and blood
Reprieve
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Mary Webb Adelaide, Australia
Captivating vocals, catchy, offbeat guitar picking and a swig of poetry, you can see why Mary Webb has been described as "a shining light" in the Adelaide Folk scene. A strong background in classical music has her in good stead, though her music now suggests Jazz and Folk have been powerful influences. Mary’s songs are thoughtful yet frank, exploring human fragility, self-discovery and connection. ... more
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