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After the Storm
03:52
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I am the branches bending when the cold wind blows
I am the winter sun when you’re feeling low
I’m water in the well, I’m mud on your feet
I am a plastic bag blowing down an empty street
And out on the highest hill I’m a voice in the fog
Yeah I am the spirit of the spirit of a dog
And I’m so far from home though I’ve never left
Yeah I’m one of a kind just like all of the rest
But after the storm
I’ll be gone
Because we are hollowed out and our hearts are sore
From having too much and then asking for more
But it’s so hard to remember what it’s all about
When you are the edge of a fire that is burning out
But we are the wild weather, we’re birds above the trees
We are rocks in the river and leaves in the breeze
We are sunshine lighting up the darkest clouds
We are two hearts beating when the thunder’s too loud
And after the storm
I’ll be gone
But if you’re singing the saddest songs
Well I’ll sing along
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Home
04:05
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When we wake up from the dream we’re free
We’ll leave this place with everything we need
Nothing on our backs and nothing on our feet
Nothing in our minds but an idea and a seed
In between the dawn light and the tops of the trees
In between the low hills and the edge of the sea
Around a fire there’s you and me
Warming our hands and the backs of our knees
Singing oh yeah, this is how we find it
But oh no, it’s nothing like we thought that it would be
And oh, this is how we find home
We’ll meet beautiful creatures
who have been cast out on their own
Their faces and their voices might be nothing like our own
We might not understand them but we’ll feel it in our bones
That we’re searching for the same place
We’re searching for home
Singing oh yeah, this is how we find it
But oh no, it’s nothing like we thought that it would be
And oh, this is how we find home
When our memories are fading and breathing is slow
They’ll take us down to where that bright river flows
We’ll hear our hearts beating, we’ll hear a wild wind blow
When it’s calling our names love, that’s how we’ll know
That oh yeah, this is how we find it
But oh no, it’s nothing like we thought that it would be
And oh, this is how we find home
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Breathe in Now
04:30
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The sun is almost gone
And the stars are coming out inside my mind
I am nearly home
And I am not the last one of my kind
Because we read all the signs
But in the end we found it on our own
We knew we had arrived
When our hearts were full and our minds were blown
So breathe in now
And let me go
Then hold it out
In that ancient flow
Nothing stays the same
But nothing really ever changes at all
But the faces and the names
And the space between the first step and the fall
And there’s a dream inside our silence
And there are trees along the narrow winding road
That leads us out of here
And so far away from everything we know
But I know your voice
And I know your ghost
And it’s not time
That we need the most
So breathe in now
And let me go
Then hold it out
In that ancient flow
As the night rolls in
You won’t see me turn my back and run
Though the body bleeds
This spirit believes that a light will come
And we know it’s buried deep
And it’s covered in the darkness of our soul
Yeah it’s buried like a seed
That just has to die before it grows
So breathe in now
And let me go
Then hold it out
In that ancient flow
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Slow and Strong
03:33
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Well it’s bright like the stars in the desert
And subtle as a change in the wind
It’s sweet like the words of a saviour,
And heavy as the weight of our sin
Because the sky was like an old dream that I
Just couldn’t wake up from
You were the words to a forgotten song
That I lost in the eye of the storm
But I can feel it coming back now slow and strong
When the truth is we are right where we belong
So we buried our plans in the dry ground
With the songs we could no longer sing
We didn’t know they would seep down
Into the river under everything
Because the sky was a wide, wide ocean
And our hopes were just drops in a sea
I was a boat in a harbour
And you were two hands cutting me free
And we can feel it coming back now slow and strong
When the truth is we are right where we belong
Well it’s that knowing look, it’s a kiss on the mouth
It’s two hands on the small of your back
It’s warm skin when it’s cold outside,
It’s the last two cigarettes in the pack
Because the sky was a field where I was chest deep until
The clouds covered over the moon
You were fingertips on my two lips
Saying I am going to see you soon
And we can feel it coming back now slow and strong
When the truth is we are right where we belong
Yeah we can feel it coming back slow and strong
When the truth is we are right where we belong
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Cruel Happiness
04:10
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Or the last message on our phone?
Or are we all of the thoughts that fill up
our heads when we are alone?
Are we all that we buy?
Or are we the price that we pay?
Or are we the sum of all of the stupid mistakes we know we have made?
Because our cruel happiness
And our cardboard love and trust
Well it’s pulled her from our fingertips
And turned us into dust
Are we our quiet sighs?
Or all the shit that we post online?
Or are we all we said after too much of that wine?
Are we a light in the street?
Or are we a voice in the dark?
Or are we the desert squeezed into our brother’s heart?
Because our cruel happiness
And our cardboard love and trust
Well it’s pulled her from our fingertips
And turned us into dust
But the pieces of you they fall from the roof
Like leaves in the wind blowing out
of the depths of my heart
When we set our spirits loose in the yard
Now they’re calling to us, and the faraway stars
Saying we’re here, we’re free and we are waking up
And I know that she lives in a place that we never go
And she speaks in a language that we don’t know
So are we the space in between growing up and growing old
Are we the face of the stranger lost out in the cold?
Are we the years going by?
Or are we what we leave behind?
Or are we all of the beautiful things that we find?
But the pieces of you they fall from the roof
Like leaves in the wind blowing
Out of the depths of my heart
When we set our spirits loose in the yard
Now they’re calling to us, and the faraway stars
Saying we’re here, we’re free and we are waking up
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Stir Up the Dust
02:57
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Well it looks like the love we lost
But it feels like the one we found
It’s clouds painted on the inside of our lungs
It’s like water coming out of the ground
Because the trees were shaking in the valley
With a wind that shook us in our sleep
In a dream we watched our children walk
Into a river running wide and deep
So stir up the dust and light up the dark
With the fire in our minds
And with our two hands we will build it again
With the pieces that we find
And we were sheltering under a circle of stones
When our buildings fell into the sea
We filled an empty jar with a thunderstorm
I drank to you and you drank to me
We drank to hard work and belief
And the sunlight on our teeth
And the hope that our hope never dies
But that western horizon was carving a line on
The surface of our eyes
So stir up the dust and light up the dark
With the fire in our minds
And with our two hands we’ll build it again
With the pieces that we find
And we’ll know by our love and the smell on our clothes
And that light coming out of our skin
That nobody knows where we’re going
But everyone knows where we’ve been
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There Will Be a Light
05:21
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Well the morning creeps into your room
And it lights up your face like sunshine on the moon
But when you go out something goes out inside of you
So what are we going to do
If we don’t find somewhere to curl up underneath the words
That fill the spaces in between our mouths and our minds
And we’ll breathe in the whole ocean
Until the fishes are swimming inside our chests
And tonight we’re going to find out
What happened to all of the rest
And the starlight will shine the backs of our hands
As we bury our feet in the cold, cold sand
Until we find somewhere to curl up underneath the words
That fill the spaces in between our mouths and our minds
Because I don’t just believe, oh no I know
That there will be a light again in everyone’s eyes
And the roads that lead us back from here -they’re all closed
And the boats that are down at the pier – they don’t float
So the only way for us to go is along the edge
Of the water and the land
Of everything thing we do and don’t understand
About the darkness and the dawn
And the sunlight and the storm
And whether we’re together or alone
We can fill our lungs with the wild winds of home
Until our dreaming - it’s like breathing
And we can feel our hard hearts beating
Like the tumbling sea against the stones
And this is how we find somewhere to curl up
Underneath the words
That fill the spaces in between our mouths and our minds
Because I don’t just believe, oh no I know
That there will be a light again in everyone’s eyes
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Hail and Sunshine
04:34
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I can feel the edges of your fear
That the truth you know is just a ghost
Just the passing smoke of a fire
That wouldn’t light the damp grass
That your head is bent over
And our heads are bent over
Look how far we’ve come
Look how far we’ve come
Through the years and years
Of hail and sunshine in the dark
And it feels like warm blood running in your arms
And your body moving sideways
Through the traffic and suburbia
See the horizontal light
On the backs of tiny little screens
That our heads are bent over
Yeah our heads are bent over
Look how far we’ve come Look how far we’ve come
And is this the end, or is it the beginning
Of a world that none of us really want to live in?
Is it the outside caving in?
Or the whole system giving sight to the blind?
Is this the darkness of a tunnel or a mine?
Because our heads are bent over
Yeah our heads are bent over
See our heads bent over...
Look how far we’ve come
Can we hold on
Long enough to see
The meaning in everything?
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This Land
05:27
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When we first met
I was covered
In the hills of my home
But I was hiding
All my dark clouds
On the inside of my bones
Because this black dog it
Followed my father
And follow his father before him
But I thought that
I could be different
And I wouldn’t have
To let the bastard in
Now these pieces they don’t seem to fit
But I hope that we can hold them
Hold them in our hands
And if this curse lifts
I will be like sunlight
Shining on your garden
Filling up this land
When we started
You were brighter
Than our flowers in the spring
Now in your eyes all
I see is winter as we wait
For them to buzz you in
Because you’re so tired
And I’m so tired
And our little boy
Just stares out at the trees
Because the man that I’ve become Is so far away
From the one I meant to be
Now these pieces they don’t seem to fit
But I hope that we can hold them
Hold them in our hands
And if this curse lifts
I will be like sunlight
Shining on your garden
Filling up this land
And my heart sinks
Because my mind thinks that I
I know why you’ve come
But you smile and say that
I’m still your lover babe and
I’m still the father of our son
So we hold our hope out like a light
That flickers in the dark
When the wind is blowing strong
Because all that any of us want
Is to find our own heart
And a place where we belong
Though these pieces they don’t seem to fit
I know that we can hold them
Hold them in our hands
And when this curse lifts
I will be like sunlight
Shining in your garden
Filling up this land
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10. |
What We Love
04:00
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There are no ghosts under the table
But there’s a spare key in the door
There are curtains on the windows
But we’ve forgotten what they’re for
There’s light on our backs
And nothing on the walls
But a shelf full of books
About a long forgotten war
And there’s a boat just off the coast
That belonged to a good man
Who said he only felt free
When he lost sight of the land
Now he’s a fire on the beach
And he’s a black dog in our dreams
He’s the poem in our pockets
That’s not as sad as it seems
It says hold the things you love
With both of your hands
And hold the things you don’t
Until you understand
I was chest deep in the Tasman
On the night you went away
I was still just trying to figure out
What to sing and what to say
Because I couldn’t feel it
In your cold hands
But I could see it in your eyes
You asking what are you going to do
With your one wild and precious life?
Because you’ve got to hold the things you love
With both of your hands
And hold the things you don’t
Until you understand
And oh this house was
Never built to last much
Longer than a year
It’s just the sunshine
In the springtime
It’s just the shedding of a tear
Three more days and the sun will come up
There’ll be bread in our bellies
And there’ll be wine in our cup
Three more nights and we’ll be tired no more
And together we’ll all push that boat
Off of this rocky shore
And we’ll holding what we love
With both of our hands
We’ll no longer hate anything at all
Because we’ll understand
And for the first time that dawn light
Will warm up our skin
As we lose sight of the land
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11. |
Doing Well
04:29
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Once I was a dreamer
Once I was a drone
Once I thought I could do this on my own
Now there’s a secret that I never keep
And a truth I never tell
But I’m living like I mean it
And I think I’m doing well
Because I’ve had a fire in my lungs
I’ve had my back against the wall
I’ve had reasons for having no reason at all
Now I light cigarettes out in the wind
Just to remember the smell
It’s been ten years now since I blew it out
And I think I’m doing well
There were times I should have held on
Times I should have let it go
But there were more times that I really didn’t know
Now there’s so much that I can’t buy
But there’s more that I won’t sell
Because my heart has found a hand to hold
And I think I’m doing well
And I’ve lost count of the people I’ve lost
And the ones that I have found
But learned that it’s love
That makes this mad place go around
It’s in the faces of my little boys
It’s in the eyes of my little girl
And if we’ve only got each other
Then I think we’re doing well
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Tim Moore Australia
TIM MOORE*
‘Australia has a healthy number of musicians exploring the sounds of folk music so it's impressive
when one comes along that really stands out. Tim's voice is like cut marble - it's aesthetically impressive but it also carries a hefty weight with it - and Tim uses that voice masterfully.’ Dave Ruby Howe, Music Director - Triple J Unearthed
*Not the American based artist of the same name
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