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Sovereignty
05:25
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Must be some way I can get myself out of this mess
Must be some way I can get myself into this dress
Must be something I can take to make me ok
Must be some one I can try to be today
I try to be my own brightest angel
I try to be sovereign of myself
I try to see the beauty of the journey
I try to be what’s true for me
How much morphine does it take to take away the pain
How much pressure’s going to build before we get some rain
How much sorrow can I drown in this plastic cup
How much longer do I try too hard to measure up
I try to be my own brightest angel
I try to be sovereign of myself
I try to see the beauty of the journey
I try to be what’s true for me
Give me something I can treasure for its simplicity
Give me pleasure that will understand eternity
Give me one line and I’ll tie myself into this knot
Give me nothing and I’ll learn to handle what I’ve got
I try to be my own brightest angel
I try to be sovereign of myself
I try to see the beauty of the journey
I try to be what’s true for me
I try to be
I try to be
I try to see
I try to be
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Ode To Joan
02:44
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Poetry
06:00
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Flying over my head hitting my shoulder
Your drunken influence makes me sleepy
It’s not surprising you’re so much older
You dare get sassy in my company
Don’t you believe in love?
Pour us another cup
Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry you know
This altercation this interaction
Convulsed with such hate dirty and rusty
Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry
Not feeling anything at all sleeping in a cage
Bits of metal in my lungs island in the middle of middle age
Drum music in suburban air alertness in sexual flight
Flying over head hitting my shoulder I really loved last night
Don’t you believe in love?
Pour us another cup
Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry you know
This altercation this interaction
Convulsed with such hate dirty and rusty
Most of these problems are very simple
Just take two pills wherever you go
Everywhere I go someone’s reading poetry
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Cat Song
02:55
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She said we are just ghosts trying to kill this thing
A lady with sore feet chasing her tail again
They say that bitch is hunting down some fresh flesh to feed
Her three little kittens back home…
Back home
Back home
Back home
And her rockabye boat makes her seasick still
But the morning will come and give her some hope
There’s a land over yonder where the coffee’s OK
You can dance if you want to back home
Well hey diddle diddle if the cat makes you sneeze
You can scream at that pussy, that arrogant brat
Then set fire, this home for the fleas
You can do what the fuck you want, back home….
Back home
Back home
Back home
She said a peacock for grandma, a fish-hook for pa
Got a sackful of baggage to put under the tree
Smile for the kids, put your make-up on nice
The pantomime opens tonight….
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Acland Street
03:12
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A kid rides his bike across Acland Street, he’s eating a pie and has pie on his face
I feel like that kid and I wish I could meet you, tonight by some palm tree or some sacred place
Where’s the kid going? He’s going so fast, I’m going in circles, I’m hoping
To find a hot shower to wash myself clean, I’m dirty but really I’m coping
Where are you? Where are you? Why aren’t you here? I’m looking, I’m calling, I’m crawling
The barbed walls of December to reach a new year, In my heart it is raining, it’s pouring
The old man is missing his twelve month gone wife, They were married for sixty-five winters
He’s cooking for the first time in his life but the kitchen still smells of her cinders
I’m writing, I’m dancing, I’m traveling awhile, I’m eating myself, I’m so starving
I’m looking inside and outside for my smile, For my teeth in my arm I am carving
Self-portraits and nudes with rubbery tits, the faces of kids and some scars
To find coloured scrapings and precious bits of pie of yesterday’s stars
Bit’s of pie yesterday’s stars, bits of pie of yesterday’s stars
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Sweet Amnesia
06:21
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Through a fog of damp and unforgetting
A haze of reminiscence
Ghosts of my yesterdays
Cast long shadows in the distance
Losing time and losing touch
With the future, the past and present
Losing sight of who we are
Cold comfort, cold complacent
Blinded by the failures and successes
Of my own choosing
Bleeding from dead thorns
Of dead roses of dead moments
Burning on the cold wet softness
Of making love to fantasy
Slowly rising from the ashes
Reborn… seeking divine clarity
Ophelia, coming up for air
Breathing through her pillow
Blunt impotence of history
Blank faces pressed against the window
Blurring into anonymity
Shapeless shades of our own invention
Lose them in the sunlight, lips pass, lips kiss
Sweet amnesia… resurrection
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Silver Sircus Brisbane, Australia
Silver SIrcus are led by vocalist/performer Lucinda Shaw and drummer/composer/producer James Lees. They are based in Brisbane, Australia and have been making music since 2008.
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