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The Gift
00:52
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Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
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Sleeping Lessons
03:08
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Go without
'Til the need seeps in
You're no animal
Collect your novel petals for the stem
And glow
Glow
Melt and flow
Eviscerate your fragile frame
And spill it out in the ragged floor
A thousand different versions of yourself
And if the old guard still offend
They got nothing left on which you depend
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood
And off with their heads
Jump from the hook
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrelenting buzzards want your life
And they got no right
As sure as you have eyes
They got no right
Just put yourself in my new shoes
And see that I do what I do
Because the old guard still offend
They've got nothing left on which we depend
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood
And off with their heads
Jump from the hook
You're not obliged
To swallow anything you despise
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The Lotus Eaters
03:25
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The Lotus Eaters will have you next
Off with their flowers and off with their dex
It’s a twice-bitten road up ahead
Don’t lay, lady, lay in the night terrors' bed
(Is it cruel to be kind or kind to be cruel?
Whatever you want - they’ll take the best of you)
It’s been a long time coming now, honey
Won’t you take that? Be there? It wouldn’t be right
To let you down easy, down easy
So far down
(Are you scared to be brave or brave to be scared?
Whatever you hear - don’t trust in a word they’ve said)
The waves they mourn and rave so far away
Don’t let them carry your voice under
Keep sailing til you eat the edge of day
To satisfy this violent hunger
Lay me down, leave us alone
Wear me out, we will no longer roam
To the sound beyond the barren foam
Hear me out, let me go home
It’s been a long time coming now.
It’s been a long time coming now.
It’s been a long time coming now.
It’s been a long time coming.
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Kissing In Tutus
06:45
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Pull a thread, pull a thread
Pull a red thread from the mouths of those sleeping in the park
Oh it’s not fair, it’s not fair, pouring salt on a pepper-sprayed wound
They’re burning all the books
Just because they could
Let’s occupy the dinosaurs, pianos and the rugs
Someone brought their Trojan Horse, it’s holding all our grudges for us
But somewhere in the world there’s
Somewhere in the world there’s…
Sailors kissing nurses in Times Square
Nuns kissing riot cops in temples
And somewhere in the world there’s two kids with their hands in each other’s hair
Kissing in tutus
And the whole world is watching, the whole world is watching
Cause this is the lens that makes sense
Let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray for the gods of those holding all the cards
Oh it’s no fun, it’s no fun, turning up to your own party
When no one’s there at all
They just want to watch you fall
Those silver spoons’ aren’t feeding many mouths these days
We’re seeing through you, and we’re dancing in the fray
And somewhere in the world there’s
Somewhere in the world there’s…
Sailors kissing nurses in Times Square
Nuns kissing riot cops in temples
And somewhere in the world there’s two kids with their hands in each other’s hair
Kissing in tutus
Sailors kissing nurses in Times Square
Nuns kissing riot cops in temples
And somewhere in the world there’s two kids with their hands in each other’s hair
Kissing in tutus
And the whole world is watching, the whole world is watching
Cause this is the lens that makes sense
Pull a thread, pull a thread
Pull a red thread from our mouths
All I want is for you to know that something was real, that day
Standing in the road amongst the cops and outraged placards
Cause it was history repeating, it was history repeating
It was
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Believing she was dreaming, there once was a girl who flew to other galaxies on the cusp of sleep. When she had flown a long distance she looked down to see the earth flat and dull, and though space was cold and lonely she still flew with her eyes - that were far away, closed in bed - until she reached a certain star whose shining light pricked her hand as she stretched out to touch it. Ouch, said the girl, and the star spoke to her of boundaries that cannot be crossed because of rules that cannot be broken. The girl (whose name was Sarah), said thank you and returned to her sleeping self, who never again trusted stars.
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Andromeda
04:20
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Meaning finds its way around, around you
Who are you to love
Who are you to find me
Desire hides in faces, in faces
But in yours she is searching, searching blindly
Words spiral and stars, and you
Curve in my mind
Gaze concealing what you may be eliding
This is not the first time I’ll ask you to stay
But we both know you can’t just drift away
We meet between the border, the border
Of Mexico and the Milky Way
We just don’t know when or how
To go and when or what to say, anymore
Take your place among a billion stars
They all know who you are
Your brilliant shot in the dark
Has taken you so far, taken you so far
Away
Words spiral and stars, and you
Curve in my mind
Gaze concealing but I know that you’re leaving
This is the last time I’ll ask you to stay
Funny to think you’re only four billion years away
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The Lotus Eaters will have you next
Off with their flowers and off with their dex
It’s a twice-bitten road up ahead
Don’t lay, lady, lay in the night terror’s bed
(Is it cruel to be kind or kind to be cruel?
Whatever you want - they’ll take the best of you)
It’s been a long time coming now, honey
Won’t you take that? Be there? It wouldn’t be right
To let you down easy, down easy
So far down
(Are you scared to be brave or brave to be scared?
Whatever you hear - don’t trust in a word they’ve said)
The waves they mourn and rave so far away
Don’t let them carry your voice under
Keep sailing til you eat the edge of day
To satisfy this violent hunger
Lay me down, leave us alone
Wear me out, we will no longer roam
To the sound beyond the barren foam
Hear me out, let me go home
It’s been a long time coming now.
It’s been a long time coming now.
It’s been a long time coming now.
It’s been a long time coming.
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There is a ship
Its sails were like two hearts beating, and
Its pace was like two wrists pulsing…
To a compass that fell silent
At the sound of song
And sometimes it sailed by the wind
Sometimes it sailed by the stars
Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map
But it always sailed her into his arms
Again
There is a ship
That foundered in storms
The anchor was missing, and
The whisky was whistling
A ditty of shame and sin
And sometimes it sailed by the wind
Sometimes it sailed by the stars
Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map
But it always sailed her into his arms
Again
There is a ship
It’s been moored for too long
And the crew is long gone
The first mate took them with him
To seek a treasure, oh! forbidden
And sometimes it sailed by the wind
Sometimes it sailed by the stars
Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map
But it always sailed her into his arms
But the birds sang over the sails,
Yes the birds sang over the sails
And the birds sang over the sails
And the wind cried mutiny
There is a ship
That sails in green waters
And it steers by a light of gold
And far below, the mermen are singing
To the sailors who come and go
And sometimes it sails by the wind
Sometimes it sails by the stars
Sometimes it sails by the captain’s map
But it will never sail me into your arms
Again, again, again
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I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat,
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
Arms and legs were in the trees.
I've seen and done things I want to forget;
coming from an unearthly place,
Longing to see a woman's face,
Instead of the words that gather pace,
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
Murder...
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
I've seen flies swarming everyone,
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
These are the words, the words are these.
death lingering, stunk,
Flies swarming everyone,
Over the whole summit peak,
Flesh quivering in the heat.
This was something else again.
I fear it cannot be explained.
The words that make, the words that make
Murder.
What if I take my problem to the United Nations?
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This is an ode to the bathtubs I've known
Whether in company or alone
Sometimes bubbles and other fun things are blown
Sometimes it's just shuddering tears on my own
First was a bucket in a top north backyard
Then dolphin toys and bubble bath while mother stood guard
Razzle dazzle afternoons in a sequined leotard
Washed away in a tubful of fake tan façade
Bathtub embrace me
Make me clean and pretty
Let the glitter settle and get gritty
Behind my knees
A balcony with smooth glass and bubble jets
Shared joints, pointed looks and whispered regrets
Secrets told just for you to forget
It's safer that way even though we just met
Claw feet and porcelain
Hard to feel awful in
But I'm stubbornly maudlin 'n
I'll give it a try
Bathtub embrace me
Make me clean and pretty
Let the glitter settle and get gritty
Behind my knees
I'll pretend I can breathe
Underwater and under siege
Someday it'll do me good to let go
Woodfired bush bath under starry sky
Rainwater toast to a love now gone by
Took ages to coax the flames nice and high
Then it cooled down so fast while we sat side by side
Claw feet and porcelain
Hard to feel awful in
But I'm stubbornly maudlin 'n
I'll give it a try
Bathtub embrace me
Make me clean and pretty
Let the glitter settle and get gritty
Behind my knees
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Jennifer Kingwell Adelaide, Australia
Adelaide based, Darwin born, Jennifer Kingwell is a musician and performer of ‘delicious contrasts’, crafting songs from
punk ukulele anthems and sultry piano ballads to epic alternative pop.
Possessing a voice described as ‘dynamite’(T-Squat) and ‘ranging from silver tongued angel to gruff pirate’, Jennifer Kingwell is nothing short of ‘a formidable powerhouse’ (Herald Sun).
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