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Take It Apart
03:50
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When ideas and thoughts are twisted so tight
It's mission to see the wrong from the right
When there's no correct way to proceed on your route
When the haste's all you got with you on your pursuit
Oh! Take it apart, using your heart
Go back to the start and take it apart yeah
'Cause it's all in a mess from the morn to the eve
And as thick as the trunk with the rings that you read
In a forest as dark as your thoughts that prevail
And it seems that your hopes all proceed like a snail
Oh! Take it apart, using your heart
Go back to the start and take it apart man
So all pieces are scattered around on the floor
And you don't think that you can produce anymore
And the puzzle's so far from it being complete...
(I got no idea what's going on)
Oh! Take it apart, using your heart
Go back to the start and take it apart yeah
So you lost and you crossed
Into full on despair
But then one of the pieces
Floats up in the air
The bricks of your life
Cause a storm in the sand
And they all fit together
And land in your hand
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2. |
Fine Female
02:20
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3. |
Midlife Vices
03:10
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Still got the straight and the booze for the blues
Still got the mate just to lengthen my fuse
Still got the Mac for the hang in the rain
Still got the tunes for the food in my brain
Born in the era of the funk and the flare
Dungaree wearer, kid punk starer
Maybe I fear her in the bunk with a bear
Became a thinker... had a skunk nightmare
Still got the stick with string and a pick
Still got the plate with the delicious lick
Still got the spin of the disc in the mist
Still got the scent of drink with a twist
Born in the era of the funk and the flare
Dungaree wearer, kid punk starer
Maybe I fear her in the bunk with a bear
Became a thinker yeah yeah!... had a skunk nightmare
Still got the greens and the reds with the meat!
Still got the love for the movie house seat!
Still got the paint and the pad for the lead
Still got the brush with a dream in my head!
Born in the era of the funk and the flare
Dungaree wearer, kid punk starer
Maybe I fear her in the bunk with a bear
Became a thinker... had a skunk nightmare
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4. |
Mornin' Flight
03:16
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Meet me at the top of a grassy hill
Run back down soon to the golden sand
Mornin' flight, feathered friends
New emotions that we lend
Feasting on sunny days
Bountiful cloud of grey
Greet me with a mind forever calm and still
Lead me by the hand to a colder land
Mornin' Flight, feathered friends
New emotions that we lend
Daytime dream you can keep
Sweet young things in their sleep
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5. |
Cold Salt Water
03:24
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Cold water, cold, salt water
Take a swim in the cold salt water
Feel the sand between your toes and
Smell the sea life with your nose
Touch the shells within your hands and
Catch the vibe from distant lands
Cold water, cold, salt water
Take a swim in the cold salt water
So salty, salty, salty, salty, salty air!
Seagulls in the sky they fly away
Without a single care
Apples of my eye they bring a smile
That we all can share
Cold water, cold, salt water
Take a swim in the cold salt water
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6. |
The Frivolity Of Youth
03:30
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Captured in the bubble
Of a dusky poolside view
Climbing to the castle
Lit by summer's tipsy moon
Hoping to get caught within
This cleansing, foreign rain
Strolling through the vineyards
Where I'm finding peace no pain
Grandfather clock despairs again
The frivolity of youth
Resounding chime shall not refrain
Nor shall the drunk uncouth
Morning turns up gingerly
There's lots the night ain't told her
Croissant scent drifts tenderly
To heal the weakest soldier
And she's gone...
And she's gone
She turned to dusk yeah
Coz she felt she must yeah!
Barefoot strolls upon the lawn
And ghosts surround the tower
Rock face he bright leaf adorned
With lushes sweet and sour
Grandfather clock despairs again
The frivolity of youth
Resounding chime shall not refrain
Nor shall the drunk uncouth
Morning turns up gingerly
There's lots the night ain't told her
Croissant scent drifts tenderly
To heal the weakest soldier
Knock it back in the twightlight
Take the stage for your zeitgeist
Making waves in the moonlight
Stumbling slow in the cold night air
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7. |
The Evolution Of Persona
02:04
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8. |
Other People's Dreams
03:12
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9. |
Have To Ring The Belle
03:20
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Ring ding a ling dong bell sheepishly I'm joining your side
Sing, sing pretty mind as well, happily I venture inside
Big bright eyes, young and brave, perfect skin, have to win, it's no sin to have the skin you're in
Addictively sweet personality, heavenly soft to the touch and such fragility
Have to ring the bell, love you can't you tell?
Got to ring the bell, entrust the wishing well
Where I fell
Ring ding a ling dong bell, nervously i hope you approve
Sing, sing she's not one to sell, stick with me to get in the groove
Big bright eyes, young and brave, perfect skin, have to win, it's no sin to have the skin you're in
Addictively sweet personality, heavenly soft to the touch and such fragility
Have to ring the bell, heavenly in hell
Got to ring the bell, in your wishing well
Where I fell
Ring ding a ling dong bell, only in a song I can tell
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha giggle, giggle, giggle etc.)
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10. |
These Are The Details
02:52
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Fire and teeth in the hungry heat
Unkempt mind, red mist streak
Pot get close to bubble and burn
Ardent head may never learn
These are the details of an awkward mind
These are the details in the dark
These are the details o' some trouble time
These are the details from the heart
Untamed feelings from the past
Suppressed so long but now unmasked
You feel it rise from deep inside
A raging wave, a turning tide
These are the details of an untrained mind
These are the details in the dark
These are the details o' some trouble time
These are the details from the heart
Take some time
So embers cool
Soda and lime
Plunge in pool
Good vibe climb
Moscow Mule
Don't be the waves
Jump into blue
Blue, blue
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11. |
Darkest Green
01:41
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12. |
Gladly Glade
03:10
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Where sunbeams stream
Through punctured leaves
And strike the ground
Where soil breathes
Into the trees so dark and rich
Who build the fires in the ditch
The ground is dry but whistles wet
For fine times in the woods are met
And deep within the forest's dream
The mind what boggles starts to gleam
In gladly glade where we all found some grace
In which to rest and find one's special place
To be outdoors yet inside mellow camps
The mystery in burning candle lamps
In gladly glade is autumn's yield scent
And birdsong that the summer/spring had lent
To be the breeze and tussock; grassy knoll
Where all layers of the mind unfold
So through the night of sticks and stones
We wander with our weathered bones
Of feelings we were unafraid
Inside the realm of Gladly Glade
We Gladly pitched a home per chance
And madly, gladely, deeply, danced
We madly, gladely deeply danced
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13. |
Sail On You
03:16
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And once the dust does settle on your non-sting nettle I'll be here again
And if the tide is distant from the seashore listen, we can heal again
And if the boat does take us to an unknown region in the winter time
We'll check the love resistance when the water glistens in a gliding line
And sail on through to catch the butterfly
I know she's always mine and I know she's always yours
I sail on you the joy is cut and dried
I see the love is on and we're taking what we want
And when the disc does reel only to reveal thatcha eased again
And if the tone is mending and the sound is sending out a rhyming line
and if the boat goes for us round the crispest chorus in a darker time
Turn up the good old volume so the sound don't con you when ya feeling fine
Consume the tune, grow from the melody
You know it's ending now, gonna have to hear again
Consume it soon! Absorb the sweetest song
You know it seemed so short when you wished that it were long
Drifting at midnight
dancing like candlelight
Swimming in rainstorms
Laughing until the dawn
And sail on through to catch the butterfly
I know she's always mine and I know she's always yours
I sail on you the joy is cut and dried
I see the love is on and we're taking what we want
Jump into the boat I'm rowing now...
Woo hoo yeah! Shooby Doop
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14. |
Tymber
03:33
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Cold night backdrop white flash light
Rain doesn't care, aligns in the air
Timber views reflect in eyes
The mountainous horizon
Sweet day sunrise dark tree shadows
Dust on the mouth of a rampant river
Chicken bones and thunderous moans
Crunch loud and bring goodbyes in
Fields of loss and murky meadows
Rust on the wheels of a burnt out heart
Bovine stock of critter gravy
Bubbling in the pyschosphere
Clouds of guilt ride flustered gales
Escaping from the forest
People made from muddied sticks
Screech harmonies un-chorussed
Holes and cracks that stretch the ground
And lilies in the mayhem
Perfect sound of bats that flap
Deep within the brain stem
Corn forlorn and treacle sap
Chewed up ropy ladder
Seek the fear without a map
Turn the scarecrow madder
Timber's got no leaves
Can't see the wood for the trees
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Alex Burgess Gold Coast, Australia
Alex writes and sings his songs with a unique blend of heartfelt soul and a good twist of English gent. Born and raised in the historic, leafy UK suburb of St.Albans, Alex emigrated to the Gold Coast, Queensland in 2009. Through fatherhood, a love of beach life and new nature to explore, Alex is now producing an ongoing batch of fresh and exciting rock/folk/funk songs for your listening pleasure. ... more
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