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Beaufort before Birkett
00:57
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It's taken something like three months for it to sink in
My grandma's birthday came this year, it made me think of you again
Something in the heavy air, steam from the bathwater on my skin
made me feel as if we're there, on the tiled floor in Tokyo at 2am
It'll still be Australia Day even though we're not there to hear the Hottest 100 play
I can imagine those exploding stars on the river at midnight
That night we drank ourselves awake, needed more booze to kick on
And when the other's left like fools we kissed each other as we fell amongst the futons
Later in the night we cried and held each other on the floor
I locked the bathroom door, I've never cried like that in front of anyone before
I took off all my clothes
I got into the bath to soak myself in all my woes but you came in and said,
Please, Anni, I can't see you cry anymore
and then you lifted me out of the water and you took me to bed
It's still the same time of day though we're seasons apart and a Pacific Ocean away
It's still 10:30am and I know the kettle will be on
Now it's our first Christmas apart
It's been 10 months since our trip to Japan
We said we'd go back in a year or so with your family
well, honey, how I fucked that plan
I fucked it all up, dear
I didn't think that it would be like this by the end of the year
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I say
I'm sorry I left you
I'm sorry I still showed up late at your place that time
And I'm sorry
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messhead
02:43
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Forget what you're after, lover, danger's after you
She's returned a stranger while you've stayed here like a pet at the door
Dear Mess Head, pull the strings together, you're pathetic
Can't you get a little better?
You're ok without another mess head lover
You feel stupid, dear, like another's housekeeper
You've been counting days in case she gets back earlier
Stop it sad girl you're not like this usually you're a getter
Take some time off from being the upsetter, lover
you're ok with pushing numbers
It's catching, I've been unlike myself lately
Distracting, been locking myself out lately
It's catching
Geranium lover take me
Distracting
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Landscape: longing
03:06
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Nearly but not quite a Simpson's sky today
Try all I might the doves won't go away
Olive branches overgrow into my room
Windowsill a forrest ungroomed
It feels nice to know you stand somewhere solid at last
A landscape painting of my heart looks like
the Great Sandy Desert, love
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Divination
03:19
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Divination rules my mind these days
and the cards dictate every move I make.
Zodiac tactics replace my usual antics,
most of my friends can't stand it.
Divination: stuck in the fortune sphere
Every word I hear might be the one that foretells my end is near
And every seer's eye might see my imminent demise,
so divination rules my mind
Divination, oh in my mind the supreme Divine has got a hold on me
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The Window
03:20
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There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face into mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window
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My Mother's Scarf
07:25
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I took my mother's scarf across Japan
The train to Matsumoto, misty white moaning of the land
reminded me of a movie I'd seen
that my mother used to put on for me on the big tv
I took my mother's scarf to Tokyo
Our apartment was a matchbox with our mattress on the floor
In the bathroom I cried for my grandma Joan
for not reading to her at night, for leaving her alone
My mother is the saint of all saints and her mother was one too
I took my mother's scarf across Japan to keep me warm when the wind blew
I took my mother's scarf to Shinjuku Gyoen
the garden was perfection but it still wasn't as perfect as my gran's
The sakura reminded me of the blossoms on the stone fruit trees
that lined my grandma's fence guarding the deceased
My mother is the saint of all saints and her mother was one too
I took my mother's scarf across Japan to keep me warm when the wind blew
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Nika Mo Perth, Australia
Making and performing on Whadjuk Noongar boodjar. Sovereignty was never ceded.
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