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Lyrebird
04:29
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Often I have dreams in which I’ll be
In my old house over the sea
Hanging with old friends
But I know it’s fleeting and that soon
I’ll return to my ordinary room
And wake in reality
And it makes the days shimmer in a haze
Oh it makes the days shimmer in a haze
I walk around the forest I hear the lyrebird say
I’ve seen your destination, now be on your way
You know that kind of dream where you solve
Some major problem, and everything’s resolved
Then it’s undone by waking?
And it makes the days shimmer in a haze
Oh it makes the days shimmer in a haze
I walk around the forest I hear the lyrebird say
I’ve seen your destination, now be on your way
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2. |
Cat Called Gram
03:53
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Well it was pouring down with rain
And my nimble-footed cat had gone astray
Gram it ain’t no place for you out there
We both know your tendency to scare
Oh the squall is coming on
It’s raining cats and dogs
Buddy are you ever coming home?
Buddy are you ever coming home?
A panther placed its maw around my arm
But I knew she didn’t want to do me harm
Felt a little nervous all the same
Partaking in that toothed power game
And oh the squall it’s still ragin’ on
It’s raining cats and dogs
Buddy are you ever coming home?
Buddy are you ever coming home?
Sure I’m jealous that you’re on the roam
But buddy are you ever coming home?
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3. |
Before the Dawn
04:31
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In this one I am walking with you
I’m walking the dog and talking to you
It’s a cold afternoon in late July
And I am tasting your lips of wine
But here comes the dawn, and
I don’t wanna wake and find you
I don’t wanna wake and find you gone
No I don’t wanna wake and find you
I don’t wanna wake and find you gone
And oh how the time flew
You’re standing at the gate in your dress of blue
No time to hang ‘cause friends are in town
And you’re moving to Kamakura anyhow
And here comes the dawn, but
I don’t wanna wake and find you
I don’t wanna wake and find you gone
No I don’t wanna wake and find you
I don’t wanna wake and find you gone
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The Black Bull
03:55
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Stealing through the moonlit house a shadow looms in full
And I am woken in the night to the sight of the Black Bull
Forget to take a breath or two but look it in the eye
And greet him with a sigh
In the morning packed my bags bound for southern Spain
I had to chase the daylight, I had to lose the pain
Stayed awake throughout the nights, and withered in the sun
And softly I begun
Oh not you again
The Black Bull sees me when I am down
When I am down
I trained around the clock, head to toe in sweat
I had to land a sword or two, I had to be a threat
That night a bellow rattled me from a deep and peaceful sleep
But boy, I did not weep
Oh not you again
The Black Bull sees me when I am down
When I am down
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Dream Animal
03:27
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If you see an alligator, peek behind the curtain
If you see a buffalo, chip away at your fantasy
If you see a fish, depends which way it’s swimming
If you see a puma, there’s something lurking in the gloom
And if you meet a dolphin, don’t let your brain decay
And if you come across a monkey it’s time you let your hair down
Do you heed the call of the dream animal?
Do you feed the urge of the dream animal?
If you see an elephant, don’t sweat the villains
If you see a python, there’s something hidden in your garden
If you see an armadillo, it’s all about healthy boundaries
If you see a gorilla, then dial it back a notch
And if you meet an octopus, the vines are growing around you
And a lion tells you everything is gonna be okay
Do you heed the call of the dream animal?
Do you feed the urge of the dream animal?
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6. |
The Clydesdale
04:39
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The horse is wide-eyed on the highway
Gripping its bridle, I lead it on and say “It’s okay”
She needs my help, I freely give it
Why not?
Got to a hedgerow, the perfect place
The herd I’d gathered filed in with grace, one by one
I looked upon them, home and hosed
Left the gate unclosed
Looking upon them with my eyes
Wild, so wild
Crack the whip up to the sky
Hung a picture on the wall
Of that wide-eyed horse, the one that I had helped along before
Every feature captured, there in paint
Nose to tail
Looking upon them with my eyes
Wild, so wild
Crack the whip up to the sky
Mild, so mild
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7. |
For the Bees
02:34
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I found a worker on my sill
She was clinging to her will
I fed her sugar water quick
Her friend was outside worried sick
Time is running out for the bees
Time is running out for the bees
She was gone the next day
I hope she made it out okay
I let one land upon my arm
And then it flew off down the farm
But time is running out for the bees
Time is running out for the bees
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8. |
Leporine Lover
04:02
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Oh no, I see
A wolf and a white tiger
They are circling
Outside the window
Of my lover’s home
Maybe in the morning I’ll get up my strength
Go out in the meadow and mount an offence
But for now I’ll remain here, out of the cold with my
Leporine lover
It’s been two days
And we need more rations
But they are… they’re still there
And she’s getting scared
Well early in the morning I got up my strength
Went out in the meadow and mounted an offence
Now the wolf’s laying dead and the tiger is maimed
But I’m bleeding out
Not sure I’ll make it, not sure it was worth it
Things look real hazy my body is tingling
At least I had all of those wonderful years with my
Leporine lover
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9. |
Nothin’ Except Dream
04:17
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Looking out my window
The sky’s a billowing mass
My room is furnished in Rococo
I make my way downstairs
The floor is brick and medieval
I run my hand along on the wall
It’s getting on
The day is getting on
And what have I done today?
Nothin’ except dream
Further down to a cellar, and a vaulted Roman room
Then a trapdoor down to the depths
It’s primitive and dusty, but calm
I trip on something in the dark
Two skulls on the floor
It’s getting on
The day is getting on
And what have I done today?
Nothin’ except dream
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Sainthill Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne songwriter Sainthill (aka Tom Larkey) creates dream pop with allusions to indie rock and folk. Tales of outsiders, animals, and landscapes tangle with emotive melodies and soundscapes. Sainthill’s work has been described by critic Marty Jones (Rhythms Magazine) as “intelligent and beautiful music” ... more
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