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A Breath For You
03:57
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Short days and long months,
Bitter frosts and loves lost.
They all melt away, in the warmth,
They all melt away in the warmth of the two of us.
La-dah-de-dah-de-dah
There's a fire, burning underneath the snow,
And a river, that twists and flows.
And where it meets the sea, we sit and breathe,
We sit and breathe a breath for you and a breath for me.
La-dah-de-dah-de-dahh
And where it meets, there's a breath for you and breath for me
Short days and long months
Bitter frosts and love's lost
They all melt away, in the warmth
They all melt away in the warmth of the two of us
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2. |
Down
04:00
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I've got, all of the intention, but none of the execution,
I've got plenty of things to think about, but they're' not there to get me down.
Down down
You've got all the inclination, but none of the incantation
We've got plenty of things to talk about, but they're not there to get us down
Down down
Let's go for a walk, just a short walk
To the park, near the freeway.
Let's go for a walk, a short walk in the dark,
Will this new day shine light on this well walked byway.
The things you remember, you forgot to remember
The things that, you promised that...
The things you remember, you forgot to remember
The things that, you promised that, you would forget
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3. |
Dreaming Purple
04:30
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And I heard, you listened to records
And painted your nails.
And had boyfriends you climbed windows for,
And never saw again.
And now that your gone,
I hear all these stories from,
All the people, I knew as well.
And I'll dream, dream, dream purple tonight,
And I'll sing, sing, sing, coz I thought that you might like,
To take lessons, dance with strangers,
Go and tuck the kids in tight,
And go searching, for that little girl inside.
And I wear your olive cardigan,
The ones with gold buttons so bright.
That shone like your eyes might have,
As you swirled in the day light,
Of your bedroom, with your dolls and your letters from your beau's
Tear stained pillow or crushed petals, that you kept
And I'll dream, dream, dream purple tonight,
And I'll sing, sing, sing, coz I thought that you might like,
To take lessons, dance with strangers,
Go and tuck the kids in tight
And go searching, for that little girl inside.
La da de da, la de dah x 4
And I'll dream, dream, dream purple tonight,
And I'll sing, sing, sing, coz I thought that you might like,
To take lessons, dance with strangers,
Go and tuck the kids in tight,
And go searching, for that little girl inside.
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4. |
Seven Letters
03:36
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And I read my notes, when the notes I send are to you,
How can you read them, compared to how I write them?
And I pen them, and I wonder
And when you write back, I stare at the page,
Longer than it takes to read these words.
And I'm trying, I am trying, I am trying to spell these words
And I'm trying to spell these words, in seven, seven, seven letters
And if I write you, to meet me,
It means the message isn't meant to be.
For fingers, or eyes, it's meant for lips and a little surprise
And when you write back, I stare at the page,
Longer than it takes to read these words.
I hear there are some things I think you'd like
And they all feel like things, that could touch me
And I'm trying, I am trying, I am trying to spell these words
And I'm trying to spell these words, in seven, seven, seven letters
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5. |
Reality Is
04:05
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You can almost hear the fingertips,
Walking the beach of history.
It's all over, but that's just life.
And it all starts again, tomorrow,
And I'll be up early, this time.
Reality is...what it is
& reality is...what it is
Reality is...what it is
& reality is...what it is
Emotions on a calendar,
The closer I look the further away you are.
And I'm ticking the days off,
Day by day, and I'm ticking the days off, day by day.
Reality is...what it is
& reality is...what it is
Reality is...what it is
& reality is...what it is
And when I finally got to thinking, what mattered,
And when I finally got to thinking, It didn't matter,
And when I finally got to thinking, what mattered,
Reality is...what it is
& reality is...what it is
Reality is...what it is
& reality is...what it is
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The Conversations Sydney, Australia
A brother, a sister, a cousin and a friend; making music that they want to play and want to share. This is their debut EP showcasing spine tingling folk music with rock like sensibilities; fusing jangly guitar with woeful strings. Expect to hear lots of harmonies, lots of feel and lots of love. Finally, with this release, you will hear them ... more
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