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pasturised
04:48
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in rows flickered living rooms like old film
hours whiled whilst taking root
getting fat sitting still
the door slams the same time the same time every day
outside the milk is piled high they're either dead or on holiday
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the spray
02:30
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3. |
leaving the lagoon
03:15
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the waves ached and arched like your back
then broke against the shorelines attack
in so much as so it trickled towards us
paddle ankles, swim or float?
then walk towards the forest at dawn
and listen to it living 'till noon
and gently saunter back to your town
and wait for me to come back to you
if the lights are on do we have to pay?
if the bulbs gone do think we'll be ok?
or underneath the skies
sleeping with those lights
retreating with the water by the moon
we'll leave like leaves gentle in the wind
casting shadows easterly as we swim
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adventure series
04:19
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the day shines on dry twine that's used to bind the knapsack to the torso
golden lazers cut through canopy layers as we move to mountain gulfs
our brows rain salty rain drops my brow more so
and the sticks and stickiness and stick insects grow
vibrations an old engine carrying afternoon shine
dust dry caked guard flaps behind a million spins in the dry
rattle seat and talking to and turn to view
this a trip baggage slips rolling from grip to a spec
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6. |
song for aid
02:37
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7. |
after dinner
06:04
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pull out the stops you wanting lately?
inaugurate me to some stately manners thats been passed on down
still standing on the veranda looking through a camera lens to lend a frame to the days fade out
and oh the meal was good
and oh i knew you would
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8. |
at the end of the day
02:53
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now is only a part
of the apple and arts
chewed through
lost in wine
the cores mine
to plant and grow again
the moon misbehaves
the monkeys are shaving
do what you were never told
these rights are old and boring
at the end of the day
organic light fails
and the mood is altered
shadows the beast that comes alive
when duel souls relate
when time puts paid to hate
it's a new morning
ants are crawling
hills still rolling on
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9. |
the figurative noun
02:44
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