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Exist
04:36
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We're both grounded and we both know
we've found it; a real love.
But your parents doubt it, they compare us
to those who shout it
who tell everyone
they're in love
not like us
we tell each other
and that should be enough
(I know it is enough)
I want to exist outside of your arms
but I want you to miss me too
when I'm out of your arms I feel separate to you
You must know that I want to live out my own plans
I hope you understand that
'cause I like us like this and we're independent like this
but when I'm leaving salt on my cheeks
there must be something wrong, don't you think?
I want to exist outside of your arms
but if it's like this it's doing me harm
I want to exist outside of your arms because I want to live
But I want to exist inside of your arms because I still want this
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2. |
Pulling Teeth
04:59
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I don't want to pull your teeth
but you insist trying to tell me that your gums won't bleed
You are the keeper of an orchard gate key
I don't want to spill my guts on the side walk
See all the dog owners try not to notice
as their shih tzu-cross laps up at my innards
I try to tell you this is the way that I'm feeling
I don't want to see you cry
No, I don't want to watch you cry
You say you're not convinced by the way that I love
well neither am I
But in all honesty, I still like myself just fine
Fuck it, I'm afraid of the way you forgive me
I am afraid of the way that you forgive me
Your eyes wide open like the morning window
Why are you so kind? I'll be damned if I know
Tell me you can hardly breathe, and I will tell you I can hardly breathe
Feeling sick to my stomach 'cause you smell so sweet
Cigarette on your shirt and your hair all clean
I feel like I am pulling teeth for a living
I feel like I am pulling teeth
but you convince me trying to tell me that your gums won't bleed
But I can taste it in the way you kiss me
Hear it in the way I speak
You can hear it in the way I speak
I'm not an idol of love I'm just a statue of self
and you're better off without me
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The wind picks up and tugs your hair out of your collar, you're not at all bothered but I would be. You're unconcerned, you're like the one cog that makes everything else turn. And for a while I let things slide, I don't mind, I mean, things could be better, but I don't mind. You are the one thing that I believe in.
But I don't believe you didn't mean to.
Catching light in the morning window, falling on your face like a painting we'd see in a hall of white. And we deserve it because our love is the one love that we know we have earned. But when you make me wait, I feel like a fucking idiot watching Channel 7 shit until you walk in. Don't make me admit that your love is the one thing that can hurt me like this.
I don't believe you didn't know that.
Since I left I'm still watching shit TV the difference is: no matter how many ad breaks I know that you're not walking in. Since I left I don't have to wait around or keep checking in. But I don't get to have you around, or lay with you to watch the morning sun come streaming in.
Since I left I'm still watching shit TV the difference is: no matter how many ad breaks I know that you're not walking in. Since I left I don't have to wait around or keep checking in. I never have to compromise or stay the night to work things out but I don't get to have you around. Or lay with you to watch the morning light come streaming in.
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4. |
November 1990 Girl
09:16
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Seven years apart has sometimes seemed too much
November 1990 Girl, seven years and three months head start
Picture of your car and our grandma, three of us in purple and in blue
You were standing on the threshold of life and I was stuck in the doorway of youth
You are the first born and golden daughter, how you shine
November 1990 Girl, you left everybody else behind
You were the first one ever to sing and the first one ever to cry
and the best one ever to be. Is there anybody else so bright?
Not quite.
It's a hald-mad-at-you, seemingly inadequate feeling that I get by your side
and I know it's not right
It's a hald-mad-at-you, seemingly inadequate feeling that I get by your side
and I know it's not one bit right, because we're sisters you and I
I will always be the baby sister, I will never be oldest it's true
Even though I'm four inches taller, I'll always be looking up to you
November 1990 Girl, I can never quite catch up to you
A January Ninety-Eighter, could never quite match up to you
Well it's a hald-mad-at-you, seemingly inadequate feeling that I get by your side
and I know it's not right
I get half-mad at you when I compare myself to you (I know I shouldn't, but I do)
and that's a bad, bad move, because we're sisters me and you
November 1990 Girl
And when two decades were breached you went beyond my reach
Now I've been left behind, I feel I've left your mind
As a younger sister grows a younger sister hopes
that her older sister knows how much I love her so
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Nika Mo Perth, Australia
Making and performing on Whadjuk Noongar boodjar. Sovereignty was never ceded.
Melancholy-folk that makes the Perth mundane sound somewhat poetic.
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