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Living in a cave, all that one will crave. Spoken as a stone deep within the bone. Surface misery lies beneath the tree. The heart has no remorse until it finds the force. An undying game under hidden shame. Presence which never leaves. Deep inside it feeds. (Blue) No is use within, desire reason. Looking to the past, first sensations last. Plugged into the source, love will take its course. I'm beginning to choose a new road. Walking the world I can see them dwell. I choose to have heart, to see with open eyes: I choose to be sensitive to your desires. No is use within, desire reason. Looking to the past, first sensations last. Plugged into the source, love will take its course. Love, love, love. I'm beginning to choose a new road. Walking the world I can see them dwell. I choose to have heart, to see with open eyes. I choose to be sensitive to your desires.
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Sunflowers
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(Wrapped I'm inside) Each day is all we have, so water it with glee… I've started by going backward,
this time taking it real slow. I'm perched on the back seat of your new grace watching your hips and eyes grow. Fresh sunflowers and a curious breeze, I am born to live on and created to go with the flow (Grow, grow, grow, grow). Each day is all we have, so water it with glee… This is a game you cannot play, it's just what they say so walk away. The name on the card is different from yesterday,
am I shifting shape? Or just waiting for change? Each day is all we have (I couldn't see the day) so water it with glee (that you'd walk away).
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You appeared more sincere when I first met you, your age wasn't suspended in time. Melting like a swollen archetype; an immortal husk of fragility. Anonymous is your heads and a secret your tales.
Don't forget the past; they hold the fading trail. We're a multitude of lies…
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Flood Jungle
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(Still Recording) And I feel a darkly human banter, mid-song even extending to a walk through the crowd, in their final soul. They embrace and taint us, with music that crosses the jungles, and keep the best bits to give of you. Satisfying catharsis of love, crazy love. Downtrodden by you, you're downtrodden by you. I can feel the fateful and the sinful. But far from being one trick that muse it crosses.
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Little boy lost he's so very serious. Reduced to the deep, cold and mysterious. Frown for me baby I like your eyes. Brood for me baby I love your lies. Heaven is hell it's visceral inside, nature is soft open your eyes. Brood for me baby I love your lies. Frown for me baby I like your eyes. Mainstream and free to mediate your taste, the newspaper tells me to love your frozen face. Frown for me baby I like your eyes. Brood for me baby I love your lies. Brooding coma expressions left over. Darkness caused, secrecy gains loud applause. Frown for me baby I like your eyes. Brood for me baby I love your lies.
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Glare, It's Gonna Hurt
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I'm building a bridge to you. If you do not feel or know already that you are incapable of inquiring them with your gaze, then do not continue melding with us. I can't take your oxygen away, but I'm trying. Blooming yet dying- today it cracked and I left melting. I don't wish to scare confidante, don't wish to glare, but it's gonna hurt.
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Grace
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There is something there. I could not even feel you. Like you were something there I could not see. I could not see you… Out of the fire, back in the frying pan. Down by love, my soles are worn. Music fuelled by a rising fool. Life in a big tin can- my body's torn. The blockheads look lost, pensive they look. Staked to the ground, hung, quartered and drawn. You will lead me astray, and on the last day you just run away. Is that the black dog still at the door? Coerce him yonder and tell him to get born. Your face looks so cruel with your siamese smile- pert features so largely drawn. I'm screaming at you Vespertine- why won't you love me anymore? You're pleading with me to stay but on the last day you just run away.
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He had been here before, a gut feeling of remorse, a kingpin gone awry. Slipped through the cracks on the back of a silver horse. He's on my back again. The memory rang true- a clear day and a tired mind. This is the first day of the rest of your life. A rat on a treadmill screeched "You will not see the end of this". Two glasses presented, both full one sober. Guilt is stronger than any poison. But only later was this a lesson to be learnt, to be burnt. Survival, survival, the taste of sweet delight. Survival, survival, the taste of bitter spite. Survival, survival, the taste of sweet delight. Survival, survival, the taste of bitter sight.
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Windows
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She's watching in to my sweet melody and we're smiling, smiling to the stars, smiling to the stars. Perhaps this is time to look back and sigh. All that was a lie, but now we can forgive you. The light switch is on and everybody is looking in. Shaded by a foreign debt. Why do I ask, you ask? She's watching in to my sweet melody and we're crying, crying to the stars, crying to the stars… It's been a long while, but like a flash I'm back in the clear blue sea. She's watching in to my sweet melody and we're smiling, smiling to the stars, smiling to the stars.
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Vines, wrapped I'm inside. Develop your awareness in time. As it lasts I can fast for the material. Long journeys to an unknown venture. Unleash a beast defined in time by concurrent waves. Energy resides in my last coin. You can see in the Winnipeg dreams a sad song for the end of the world. Look out- see the beats melt, see the waves engulf. Everlasting, travelling the highway. Owner's of a past age, strong, staged, in their knowledge of the past. Calm for the future, wrapped in a cocoon, safe from bewilderment too soon. Enough to offer a slow suggestion. Interaction with the fields, yielding un- Time is not stopping here. No stopping here. Still waiting...
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ETCH_MUSIC Australia
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Sublime Sounds from the Antipodean Underground
Bedroom Production /
Garage Improvisation
We pay respect to Elders past, present and emerging, and acknowledge continuous contribution to land, sea and community.
E_M 2023
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