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Home Again V
04:47
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Come home, well the house looks the same as I left it hours ago
Take my mind off the game and relinquish the control
You find out these things on your own
My time’s sold, take my breaks where I can, clean and tidy as I go
It’s a hell of a drug when you learn you can withhold words that cut close to the bone
So colour me in, rig the races, load the bases with the people I’ve been, it’s a genuine connection and a tacit divorce
Better strangers, now we’re resolute, a galvanised force
Either way, you can’t stay here anymore
And I fold like a wet paper plane into shoes I’ve worn before
Well it’s no easy ask, not a swift task to perform
Putting paid to a habit so old
And this road out towards Akaroa doing 80 on my own
Mental lists, tired scripts, thinking just how it would go
If I ever got you alone
Driver, keep the doors closed
Keep this phantom heap on Westlake Drive
It holds only ghosts fumbling medium format photos doubly exposed
Contrived and insidious and better left up to those other shades of conjured Jane Does
Come home, time’s sold, I fold
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We’ve been driving for hours now
And making stops for all the normal reasons
I can feel myself drifting
As the odometer speeds into 21 years
You put your cigarette out
And make a comment about a girl you knew in high school
With a laugh like a siren
Hands pasted to the steering wheel for life
And guilt gives in to the gloom
The dark is coming up fast
I promise I’ll drive tomorrow
Wake me when we reach the coast
It will be too dark to see soon
And it’s hard to stay hooked on the book that I’ve been reading
We should find somewhere to eat soon
As the curtain comes down on the day you keep on driving
You say I look like my mother, I say the music is loud can you turn it down please?
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In Fulei We Trust
03:01
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We’re on our own, four years feels long enough
Move out and start again
We’ll map it out, taking guesses at what it’s worth
Maybe tear down the whole thing
It takes a long time to assess, to nest, to rest, to settle in
Just wait it out man, it’s gonna take time, you’re gonna be fine with that
Rip the walls out, cough your lungs out
Take a step back, this is where you want to be
With nostrils flared, you’re breathing like you’re far away
Don’t you know that work can wait?
You say you’re duty bound, well you look like the living dead
Just fall asleep and start again
It takes a long time to assess, to nest, to rest, to settle in
Just put it off man, leave it to the morning, take the time to focus in
Rip the walls out, cough your lungs out
Wake the fuck up, remember who you’re here with
Rip the walls out, cough your lungs out
Take a step back, this is where you wanna be
Clear the rubble, we’ll build it back up and smooth it over
We just might stay here
Walking dogs, turning over soil, Georgia says this is the ideal
Woke up early, stay up with me
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You and I can travel anywhere, we prefer to stay at home
That day that we drove north, I don’t know
I wore that black and white dress you liked
You didn’t touch me even one time
But that day in February changed my mind
You took bad care of me
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Spain
03:24
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Up the coast, the ghosts of boats
Your hands are warm though my car heater’s broke
I’ve got coins, you say you’ve got notes
We’ll pool together, buy a new raincoat
Isn’t it pretty in the steely grey?
Isn’t it pretty in the light of day?
You say “I wanna move somewhere warmer”
You say “I don’t know Spanish but I’m moving to Spain”
July will come and go, I know, but for now my body clock’s thrown
Salt water, salt wounds, my needs are many but my options few
Here's the sudden loss of traction, here’s the wheel
Here’s the sick, sharp crush of glass on steel
Here’s all the plans we made, the way you always made me feel
I hope you’re ready for that name to take
Pull to the right, it’s a mistake to make
With chest caved in, internal bleeding, it was no surprise
Me, I’m not ready for that final call
No I don’t want to hear the news at all
I’ll do your makeup one last time, I’ll smudge your eyes
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Hear the loud exhaust of a rusted car as it slows to a halt and stops
With the slam of a door, you have found me more awake than I’ve ever been
We were kids when I first met you, I sat legs-crossed at your feet
And with a few short words you stumbled straight into my heart and there you’d stay
You said “Don’t buy what you can build, don’t love if you can’t give”
and “Take some space if you need to heal”
It’s a short walk to the bar you work, it’s only minutes from the house
It’s once a week and you don’t want to let her down
You’re calling out strangers, god knows they’re asking to get decked
You’re feeling half-asleep
You say it’s beneficial, you’re feeling semi-social and you like your workmates fine
But sometimes when the doors close, and you walk in the cold home
It feels like trading time
I’ve been having conversations, people ask me how I am
“Are you taking breaks? When’s your next ‘cross race?”
It feels good just to sleep in on two consecutive days
It was four years and counting but it was worth the wait
Don’t wanna spend it alone, the dogs are driving me nuts
I’ll start lots of projects, dirty clothes to process
I wish you were home, we’d kick it back to basics
But the closed signs are up in all our favourite places
It’s 3pm, I’m hungry
It’s a short walk and I’m finding it hard
It’s only 80 bucks in my back pocket
It’s a short walk for a long shift and I’m finding it hard to justify
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Midnight, Dragon Garden
04:14
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March 2008 in a High St café
Adjusting to freedom and having spare change
New out of high school, fresh and pristine
Clueless and clever and just turned eighteen
You work part-time cleaning hospital floors
You buy me luxuries I can't afford
Like a big plate of nachos and a tall glass of juice
I'd skip all my classes to keep you amused
7 Halswell line
We'll sit in the back seat and listen to War All The Time
And suddenly I don't feel so low anymore
When we split your mattress and sleep on the floor
Getting used to the kitchen at 678
Yeah I'm eating again, yeah I'm putting on weight
And we both chip in for a second hand guitar
Singing City and Colour in the back of the car
Paul Brown and your dad and a boy we adore
And suddenly I don't feel so low any more
Past the Sparks Road sign
Grass and gravel roadside
Single power lines spanning patches of black
To the solitary street corner lights
I got too close to a delicate flame
The room would go cold when you'd mention my name
But some things last longer and some things are stronger
And I've got your blood running deep in my veins
Too much cheap red wine, I do it all the time
But you've got me here, yeah you've got me here
When my signal went dead, when my power gave out
When I couldn't keep track of what I was about
When it all got too much, when it got a bit more
You opened your life to me, you opened the door
And one decade later you fell apart too
And I got the chance to stand right behind you
I will love you forever, know that I'll hold the line
Put your own fears to bed, I know yeah you'll be fine
I will hold the line
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As/Per
03:55
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I’m packing up my room, stacking books and folding clothes
Storing what I won’t take with me when I go
Know I’ve got a lot to move, know I’m leaving even more
Fill a wardrobe with the life I’d rather store behind my bedroom door
Drive across the city, she comes out to meet me
Heartbeat picks up noticeably
New house on a new street, sleeping on my old sheets
Settling down so comfortably
You said it’s better just to wait, started renting storage space
Never seen a dead man clear his own estate
So you’ll take to the road, and you’ll dream of sailing boats
Tied to the coastline you’ll spend these last years as a ghost
Just gotta shake these tired bones
These rooms will stay empty, whitewashed walls they don’t speak
Fixed in polyethylene
Commit this to memory, the polished stumps of old trees
We walked away so easily
Driving home on empty, drunk on muscle memory
New front fence, new family
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Nokia Ringtone
03:43
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Wearing torn up jeans, there are stains in all the clothes I keep
Why’s it so hard to keep them clean?
Dirt under my nails gives me the sense that I’ve done something
Idle hands are the devil’s plaything
And I’d always think by the time I’d turned eighteen
The concrete would be set, there’s no changing anything
I’ll be twenty nine soon
I’ve had so much time to learn to play this fucking thing by touch
Now I’ve got twice the patience, half the motivation
The storage space is freezing but I just can’t get enough
The wait was wearing me thin, keeping things how they’ve always been
Always so sure that my ink, it was dry on the paper
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Coming from an earthquake town, you hear a lot about buildings
I think about it more than I maybe should
Now they’re putting up a plastic palace right across the road
I’ve got less patience for this than I thought I would
I’m out of step, look to the left as it turns
(Can’t get it, can’t get it right)
Kingdom of sand, you’ll salt the land on all four sides
(Hearts beating in 6/8 time)
Lifted up on fraying wires
Glass foundations, paper tigers
For almost my entire adult life (so far)
It’s getting late, I’m getting older
Holding out for hope just feels like treading water
Waiting for a train that’s never gonna come
Kia kaha, resilience, compromising on permanence
Eleven years to cover up the sun
Shadows shroud the yard at 238
Within an inch of what they’ll regulate
(We’ll stay up late, discuss what might come next)
This edifice of paper fold, it shines like new and groans like old (Wondering where the coin might come to rest)
Where some young family might move in
Stop-gap for something permanent
(Flipped a dozen times, what could go wrong?)
This is your new northern skyline
Reminders of familiar decline
(Watch them tear it down before too long)
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