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Aoraki
04:19
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I first saw him when I was eight,
an image now shrouded at the peak of my memory
but I remember the white.
A relentless blankness,
a numbness of colour
and I wondered how it came to be,
this face of indelible stone.
I was told, and I sighed, I realized
It was a rock with nowhere to go
A rock with nowhere to go
A rock with nowhere to go
And the bus moved on,
she announced over the microphone
that the mountain was always growing.
And his caves even more trenchant,
and I sit there contented,
that there is one stream
That knows her way
That knows her way
That knows her way
Into the deepest of his caves
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Bones
04:29
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Lead me into your sanctuary
Not of gods and holy men
But of eyes that weep only for me
And lines that never bend
I bleed only into your streams
My love is more than mornings
That seem beautiful
Or nights that are calm with sleep
Cross our steeples
Break our bones
This love is ours to behold
Line it all in silver
We will never be under different stars
Hidden in the caresses of your music
Cross our steeples
Break our bones
This love is ours to behold
Cross our steeples
Break our bones
This love is ours to behold
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Pulp Fiction
05:06
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Paper falls straight into the eddies
Words they fall pained and heavy
Paper glass paper gold
Paper thoughts they unfold
We write letters only to be pulped to snow
By Thoughts about mending a world you don't know
You clipped our wings long before we learnt to fly
Your words they stung, penguins have to live a lie
Paper hearts, paper gold
Our stories will still be told
We write letters only to be pulped to snow
By Thoughts about mending a world you don't own
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Midnight Sweepers
05:47
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Midnight sweepers they come
Running round from dusk till dawn
They jostle and they broom
Through the carcasses of noon
Midnight sweepers they come
Picking up where we left
Picking out blood from the cracks
Spinning our sorrows to candle wax
In the morning
All is bright
All is fine
All is kind
The morning dew they scattered in the night
Smells like a billion butterflies
They flutter and they fly
Into the morning light
They rest on your forehead and you smile
You let out a sigh
Because the
Midnight sweepers they've come and gone
Running round from dusk till dawn
Seeking shelter from the moon
In the gutters of gloom
Midnight sweeping
Into the night
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Underwater
04:36
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Watch as your head steadies
And your hands quicken
I'll watch you from behind
From the back of your mind
From the back of your mind
I'll watch you from behind
You ask if you can go again
It's a beautiful view
Step one, step two, step
From the back of my mind
From the back of my mind
I'll watch you from behind
Keep dreaming underwater
Keep bleeding mother
Keep shouting father
Keep leaving lover
Keep screaming stranger
Keep living underwater
I watch as you leave
I'm not the one you'd always need
Something comes and some things leave
Let it play, let it bleed
Keep dreaming underwater
Keep bleeding mother
Keep shouting father
Keep leaving lover
Keep screaming stranger
Keep living underwater
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Anise Singapore
A far cry from her usual dark folk repertoire, Anise fragments her former identity with her new sonic palette. A cinematic blend of harsh glitchy beats cut through tender, shimmering vocals. Her new music is a portrait of the boundaries or lack thereof between the grotesque and beautiful. Anise’s lyrics speak of disembodiment and alienation from a society she cannot run away from. ... more
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