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Quietly blue
03:27
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Quietly blue
neither fireproof nor waterproof
if you cut me I will surely bleed
blood and chocolate, kerosene and roses
whatever meets the need
why ask the river how it feels about the ocean?
why ask the river how it feels about the rain?
two from column one, one from column two
most days are okay
some days I’m quietly blue, quietly blue
the things that we remember and the things we do not
we seem to wear so lightly on our skin
blood and chocolate, kerosene and roses
may be wearing a little thin
why ask the river how it feels about the ocean?
why ask the river how it feels about the rain?
maybe we’re staying
maybe we’re passing through
most days are okay
some days I’m quietly blue, quietly blue
why ask the river how it feels about the ocean?
why ask the river how it feels about the rain?
some of us are staying
some are passing through
most days are okay
some days I’m quietly blue, quietly blue
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Melancholy Holly
02:27
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Melancholy Holly
growing up in private behind our prison walls
pushing on regardless of the rises and the falls
all those nights I spent
all those days I spent
all those nights I spent
with melancholy Holly
only the moon was free
pinching all our pennies in cages of the past
grasping at every straw up until the last
all those nights I spent
all those days I spent
all those nights I spent
with melancholy Holly
only the moon was free
not her, not me
not her, not me
not her, not me
not melancholy Holly
what we could not witness, what we could not see
what we could not answer, who we could not be
all those nights I spent
all those days I spent
all those nights I spent
with melancholy Holly
only the moon was free
not her, not me
not her, not me
not her, not me
not melancholy Holly
only the moon was free
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3. |
Always leaving
04:03
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always leaving
the privilege of traveling light
unburdening, the urge to write
upon the page where memories lie
it’s time to never say never
I’ve stopped believing in forever
I’ll always come back, even just to say goodbye
rolling through unfamiliar places
past reflections in other faces
and always leaving bits of me behind
strolling down unfamiliar streets
sorting the chaff out from the wheat
and always leaving bits of me behind
I've been playing out the hand I'm dealt
through every love that I’ve ever felt
upon the page where memories lie
if we control or we create
if we lunge on or if we wait
I’ll always come back, even just to say goodbye
too late for tears
but, baby the rain must fall
too late for tears
but baby, the rain must fall
too much now and too much later
is there or is there no creator
upon the page where memory lies
adding up the breaths and heartbeats
and multiplying by the bittersweet
I’ll always come back, even just to say goodbye
rolling through unfamiliar places
past reflections in other faces
and always leaving bits of me behind
strolling down unfamiliar streets
sorting the chaff out from the wheat
and always leaving bits of me behind
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Scoddy Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Singer/songwriter, once of Tasmania, now resident of Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Well crafted songs from rockers to lullabies, happy to sad, looking forward and looking back.
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