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Intro (Red Castle)
02:21
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I am in the Red Castle, I am drowning. Red Brick upon red brick, water rises by these levels.
Abandoned and dusty, this castle surrenders to the silence as no one is listening. No one but the crabs as they rise up with song, drink another one they cry.
Look over there, a maiden by the church, exiting through the gate. Someone help her, but no one is listening, here's a fair lady to beg for, but no one listens, so just drink another drink.
4 years long the flood reigns, take me and this stain with it. The last king and these before lay now under levels of water, no longer solitude or honour, no longer remembered, so stop listening, and drink another drink.
4 years on and still the wait moves on, how much longer. Before this castle and this memory is gone. They're impatient, they're drowning in the red castle, and they all scream and they all want their crabs. So drink another drink, the crowd moves on.
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Leave, Leave
04:29
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Picture this, picture me, the hero falling from grace an old accessory. The remains of this memory. Picture this, picture you, the calvary rising up, beneath us. The hot sweat of your palm, the increased heat and intensity throbbing on board this minibus. Think of us.
Don't you hesitate, why'd you run away?
God above, why don't you wanna stay?
The bishop in his church, the queen in her palace, you've settled into abandonment, your prowess. Knock, knock, at your door. Knock, knock, hands and knees on the floor. My arms were your shield and I gave to you my warmth, flapping in the wind, a cool draft north. You left it all on the floor.
Life is not served with a deep-fried main course, or a bitter divorce. And it's not found on the street, or in the cafe where the wifi is free. Or the photo of the one who you thought wouldn't leave, leave.
Don't you hesitate, why'd you run away?
God above, why don't you wanna stay?
You had my hand, I could not pull away.
You waved your way into the sky, like a bluejay.
Don't you hesitate, why'd you run away?
God above, why don't you wanna stay?
Stay.
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Avaunce
03:59
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The heart is not your kind, as you lay sleeping on your side in the dark.
In this dark room you hide, benevolence and pride, on this boat with you I embark.
Darkness surrounds, what are these sounds, there's something out there in the gloom. Didn't I say it would end this way, it was your cunning manouver I presume.
I climb the mountain and I fight the air, as I move to see you again. Not Judy, not Charles, not all of the rest, came to see you non your wedding day then.
Who is to blame, who is to shame for teaching me of your affair?
Look to the clouds, render me proud, excuse me as I stare.
What good is a key ion the door is wide open? move freely in and out, as you flout.
Another entrance dropped by an exit. Let me in let me out.
I can not comprehend what the darkness in-tales, to find accurate words, I know not how.
Be benevolent, be proud, move forth, move now.
Stare and wave at who came before, they can't see you or me anymore. The devil in disguise gouged out their eyes. As the clock strikes five, he replies.
Be bold, be concise, I lay sleeping in your lies.
Hold in your answers, find a response, as I sing avaunce.
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We didn’t touch, we didn’t talk, only sweat between us tension as we walked.
Now you look at me as you’re sitting tied to the chair. I would give anything to be on you, feel your dark hair.
We shouldn’t have come back here, I warned you so. When left without you i feel so alone.
Talk to me now whilst i remain here, don’t ever again be seperate by strangers.
They cut along my arm, kissed me with blood, threw me to the wall, i’d feel cleaner being doused in mud.
Remember our walks along the pier, and how our heads ached, the oily water reeked of dead fish, around me your arm snaked.
From the shower we came, cleansed and perfumed, we retreated to the bed, making love until noon.
In the faults of others, our love it prospered, as for my body, these strangers conquered.
Memories starting to fade.
Smoking on the balcony, we were made.
Arm jerked, rope cast, it fell short.
My body shrunk, my legs splayed, darling i need your support.
Death depart, we’re not the same, hold on to your name, remember us in special ways.
I am but your humble hog, ride me through the storm.
On the planes, dressed the same, in our uniform I wait for you to come.
Gathered around a pond, you woke again.
Keen eyes, stuck on you, still open and then...
The floor it changed colour, a deep scarlet hue, i couldn’t be saved not by me or you.
In a cold steel room with dreams of hurting, you visited me from the quay, you heard my yearning. Now,
with my cold hand in yours, I feel no danger.
My last thoughts being of those, strangers.
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5. |
Half-Crowned Ghost Town
05:37
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The wind split the sky in half, orange burst into the endless blue.
Whipped around like foam on a lid, pray now for the sky is split in two.
Is it day or night I can’t tell, the water it swells, swells, swells your airway. Peeling away the dark, like the skin on a snake, oh my what a display.
Breathe out, in and out through your mouth.
Fall down, grab hold don’t drown.
I don’t like you and you don’t like me.
Everyone I know, they were wrapped up in rugs.
All that could have existed under my existence, crawled up and down the walls like bugs.
I flipped and crawled over to my seat, as you came marching down the aisle with your beautiful smile.
Repeat it again, with the imprint of the man who you’ve loved for a while.
Your actions, a half-crowned ghost town.
Vulgar, they hold me down.
You don’t like me and I don’t like you.
I lay the master, I maintain no terrain, but I plug pets and friends with static to sustain.
My friend my brother, the chemical lab next door is seething.
Their pets so cute, I turn them on to keep them breathing.
Norma come see me in my dreams, present your knees and hands to me.
Norma come into my dreams, I wait so whole-heartedly.
Breathe out, in and out through your mouth.
Norma, grab hold don’t drown.
I like the way you touch me when you want my attention.
Your actions, a half-crowned cowards mound.
Vulgar, your tastes let down.
I hate the way you pronounce my name and express hate.
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6. |
Sad Waters
04:23
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Waiting on You
03:54
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I don't wanna be waiting on you.
Waiting on me.
I know, I know, I know it's not hard to see.
Voices in my head in the sky, they're weighing on me.
Moving through the crowd, it was ours.
Hold on to me.
Grab me by the sleeve, turn off the TV.
He died over 1000 times, drank only half the bottle, just in time.
Only thought when the truck next his nose was "Oh... baby it's time to go".
I don't wanna be waiting on you.
C'mon we'll work through.
Your memory lingers on even though the pictures aren't true.
I've got no clue.
A girl in her summer dress, skin as vibrant as the rest. People lined the streets for a breeze of her rose-flavoured scent. Made her famous up and down the merry bend.
Faith thrown out with the rest.
Paragraph in hand.
Written for the damned.
Floating up into the stand.
I don't wanna see you cry. Well, goodbye baby it's time to die, time to fly high.
What does it mean for the man on the street, who only dances to his own heartbeat.
Everybody gathers 'round looking on, just to realise he's gone.
I don't wanna be waiting on you.
Waiting on you.
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8. |
A Critic
05:45
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I wake in the slaughter house, my bones bare and dry. Proceed with caution through the light, the weeping widows cry.
Pack my bags and hold my eyes, in your hands they weigh a tone. To seek you out and start us now will load and aim the gun.
The bush, walking, a man selling ex’s and friends. Our credits not worthy to the club crown lens.
But I'm here tonight, and I'm on fire. On this dark and lonely night, your waist is my desire.
Straight past you to another mother, i held her hand and skin. Now my lover and no other I walk her by in sin.
As i watch her everything else is mute, the wind blows and the people move. Even when I'm cloaked in this fever my heart it disapproves.
The sudden presence of you here now a mystery. How do i wake in misery?
But I'm here tonight, and I'm on fire. On this dark and lonely night, your waist is my desire.
And the rain comes down, its messing with your hair. I know what made that frown, best left unsaid.
Here come your rain, i hope i am safe from the preachers and the prayers, screaming out your holy name. What's that they say? She’ll come and wash your face away.
Okay now, she says, who’s do you wanna be? A traitor? A sinner? A critic? That gold is mine I'm here to win it. And i'll give you everything, my name, my spirit.
But I'm here tonight, and I'm on fire. On this dark and lonely night, your waist is my desire.
And the rain comes down, it’s fucking up your hair. I know what made that frown, best left unsaid.
And i'll give you my hand, the one i used to shoot a man. If you could see me now... let's start again.
Fires, fill the night. I’m flying and I'm going south. I wake to the sound of your lips as they rest so softly on my mouth.
We take in turns and by chance, i see you, I'm coming last. It's a rainy days blast, looks like no one checked the forecast.
Makes it feel like Sunday. I hope you’re not coming my way.
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Mailman Melbourne, Australia
Alter-ego of producer and musician Lachlan Reynolds.
From ice and pollen crops I reign,
through dark mumbling and sustained chords I explain.
Dreams and moments from my mind to yours, in underwhelming times this may just be to you, another chore.
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