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Waiting To Die
04:11
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Down the hill comes Evelyn
With a cowrie shell necklace and a bottle of gin
She says she’s feeling a whole lot better
Thanks to the mindful meditation and the tropical weather
But that never seems to work for me
Nothing is simple like a lock and key
Since I lost my credit card
Crashed my rental car
Got thrown out of the bar
Where she once waited for me
Out of novocaine
To try to dull the pain
But I flushed it the drain
Now I’m happy just waiting to die
Then I didn’t see her for about 3 or 4 years
She dyed her hair and I grew a beard
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put nothing back together again
So, what chance do they have with us?
Flying one wing, walking single crutch
Then I heard she went back to her natural hair
Got a job doing respite care
Saved enough for a one-way air fare
While I was waiting to die
Stocking shelves in an old warehouse
Sleeping on my brother’s new couch
Scant leisure in my leisure time
Doing nothing but waiting to die
Nowhere is home
Without a landline phone
A mortgage loan
An anchored boat
But when Eden is overthrown
The dregs will roam
The rich might cope
But let’s hope they don’t
Because I lost my credit card
Crashed my rental car
Got thrown out of the bar
Where she once waited for me
Out of novocaine
Life’s just putting up with pain
And if it all goes down the drain
I’ll be happy just waiting to die
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2. |
Here Alone
04:48
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It’s done, another setting sun
Another race has been run
We didn’t win but we sure had fun
Had enough of saccharine Hollywood love
Artificial preservative sweet
It tastes good now but you’ll feel sick in a week
I walk on water, I’m Jesus Christ
I’m a Syrian refugee, I’m in strife
I’m seeing everything in reverse — here, alone
I’m under fire, I’m Joan of Arc
I’m above the law, I’m Julian Assange
I’m feeling everything at once — here, alone
Caught between self-loathing and vanity
Always manic or depressive but I’m sick to death of the extremes
No way out of this circadian alarm clock life
There’s no such thing as too much time
It makes no difference Gregorian or Mayan
I’m glorified, I’m Genghis Khan
I’m in exile, I’m Napoleon Bonaparte
I’m seeing everything in reverse — here, alone
I’m Apollo 11, I shoot for the moon
I spiral down like Howard Hughes
I’m feeling everything at once — here, alone
Nothing keeps me down
No cinder block tied around
But sometimes it’s better to sink than float
I’m Philippe Petit, I’m never going to fall
I’m coming down like the Berlin Wall
I’m seeing everything in reverse — here, alone
I’m flying high, I’m Amelia Earhart
I’m the summer solstice, I’m never going dark
I’m feeling everything at once — here, alone
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3. |
Fucking Up
05:06
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Get on the morning train, feel like Daniel in the lion’s den
Not even the King of Babylon had to the power to save him
A fixed interest will make you broke, tied to a house you can’t afford
A nondescript wife and kids because it’s a sin to get bored
But I feel more than twice removed
Mundane as a terrorist attack on the news
Give me something
Stop me fucking up this time
I fall apart right at the finish line
If every second is precious, how come I waste all my time?
Wayward as a shooting star I can’t seem to fall in line
I got sympathy for the Communists
Feign love for the red-light whores
Give spare change to the blue-vein addicts
And pay no mind to the common poor
Then I dreamed a serpent tempted Adam and Eve
With the apple on my LCD iPhone screen
Give me something
Stop me fucking up this time
I go crooked towing the straightest line
Give me something
Stop me fucking up this time
I fall apart right at the finish line
Give me something
Stop me fucking up this time
I go acidic in a sea that’s alkaline
Give me something
Stop me fucking up this time
I fall apart right at the finish line
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4. |
It Goes Awry
05:21
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I go dragging my feet along cobblestones
Left you on the other side of the road
And regretted it by the time I made it home
You stay unresponsive in a comatose way
Harder to reach than a Mount Everest peak
Nothing short of torture could get you to speak
But it’s futile counting the stars in the firmament
Getting mixed signals from the satellites hovering
When you say my name with a Mona Lisa smile
Like you’re on display before the Francophiles
And I just don’t know why but it always goes awry
Down deep, all that’s left of Eden is debris
Paradise sounds like hell to me
When nothing can go wrong I cannot get to sleep
But you sleep, boarded up and closed off
Quarantined with gold and stocks of Microsoft
Not even the jaws of life could get you to open up
But I won’t ask for clemency
I’ll cop whatever comes to me
Because I’m a denizen ignoring Federal law
You’re a nomad, bound; to us nowhere feels like home
And I still don’t know why but it always goes awry
Soldiers pray and piss their pants before they go over the hill
But if the action doesn’t kill you the inertia will
And when you’re far away I want to be with you
But it seems that when you’re near I wish you’d disappear
And I will never know why but it always goes awry
Through the red lights I keep driving
Passed telegraph poles, suburban houses
Had enough fuel in the tank to start a war
Had enough fuel in the tank to start a war
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5. |
Downer
03:24
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Jockey through the crowd, it’s loud
All this pirouetting makes me nauseous
The debutant wore perfume like a cloak,
It was pungent; it was caustic
A thin veneer of pleasantries
That rub off like the colour in a cheap painting
But if there’s a shaft of light, it will be all right
For Christ’s sake nobody is dying
All I know is that I know nothing about anything at all
Can’t settle the score
Sorry if I lit a fuse but Eden's better off left burning
The media attacked the teenager in front of everyone — it was a downer
Cinderella tried to weather disputes between Israel and Palenstine
The institute of prostitutes shook hands and cut a deal with Mohammed's lawyers
And the CCTV footage showed that they were all present at the crime scene
No, they didn’t compete in the rat race but they won first prize
Believe your eyes
There’s misplaced bets and behind the counter medicine
A collective sigh and a great white shark in a basin
But you can’t climb the ladder if you’re starting on the bottom rung
You're gonna stay where you are
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6. |
Let The Wind Blow
03:49
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Some days it’s warm here, some days it’s cold
One minute you’re a young man, the next you are old
Just got used to left side then they shift you to right
A stranger in a strange land plants his feet on the sky
Don’t argue with the wind just let it blow
And it will take you where you need to go
I’ll make it home for Xmas if I can break away
But everyone is tied down by invisible chains
Need to break the cycle, go anti-clockwise
Need to turn off what’s on my mind
Because all I hear is
Don’t argue with the wind just let it blow
And it will take you where you need to go
Don’t argue with the wind just let it blow
And it will take you where you need to go
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Cedarsmoke Brisbane, Australia
Cedarsmoke is the indie-folk-rock project of Brisbane-based singer-songwriter, Jon Cloumassis. With a lyric-centred approach to songwriting, Cedarsmoke create literary and narrative-driven songs.
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