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This rain
04:44
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As I walk, long through the wilderness to my home
And this rain, keeps falling down where I walk
I know to keep moving forward is my course
But this rain, keeps falling down where I walk.
Each step I take leads me to your door
And each heart beat made with you is my reward.
I can see, the distant light of my window
But this rain, keeps falling down where I walk
My home, offers me love and protection
From this rain, that keeps falling down where I walk.
Each step I take leads me to the door
And each heart beat made with you is my reward.
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Exquisitely lost
03:43
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I wander tonight through the dark
Stereo light pulls apart
Purpose made designs and solutions
With glittering light pollution
My eyes don't forget on the damage that's done
As my skin warms from this morning sun.
It's breaking its way through the world
Sanitised and purged every single pearl
From clockwork emotions and jellybean smiles
I kill em with daggers from remote controlled eyes
Are we counting the loss of zeros and ones
Packing a hamper while loading the guns
Breaking the mold before we were born
Sympathetic drones hover overlord
Dictate the terms of an uneasy truth
Splattered in dog shit and fine French vermouth
Shaken on ice for your finest cocktail
As we hammer in Christs final nail
Breathing in fire that's 20 below
Walking on glass melting like snow
With tyranny catchphrase and tossed salad lies
Beautiful memories are wiped from my mind
Are we counting the cost?
Of everything exquisitely lost.....
©craigwestwood
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Skin
03:12
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And when I wake, I dust off myself and pull on this skin that people think is my all of everything about me.
That I even know, I'm caught in this under tow that's pulling my feet down below, to the deep.
What waits there for me?
Darkness is all that I see.
And if you go to the valley below, its no longer green and now dust only blows through my heart, that once held a place.
For those who sing for the dead,
those who sing for the dead.
Again I wake and dust off myself, I pull on this skin that people think is my all of everything about me.
That I even know, I'm caught in this under tow is pulling my feet down below to the deep.
But what waits there for me?
When darkness is all that I see.
When darkness is all that I see.
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How my heart breaks tonight
Birds don't sing, no longer seen in flight and now they're gone
Ohhh now they're gone
How my heart breaks tonight
Trees all felled no longer seen in sight and now they're gone
Ohhh now they're gone
Ohhh now they're gone
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Grotesque splendour
03:51
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He aches into a late starting day
One that he's known well before.
There's a shape of his body laying broken on the floor
From last nights re-entry
He's dazed in a blissful malaise
How can a sun dial not turn down the ray
Breaking through his windows way
That reminds him of this life that he's chosen
Dragging his feet across the floor
3 day old fuck stains and blood on the wall
Yet determined of a crime scene at all
And he knows that he'll justify all
Have another beer till he finds out what for
Until that day arrives he'll just wallow in this grotesque splendor
And the days are long gone, long gone before it got to this
Long before that bottle sweet kiss
Tore a pain deep inside, a pain deep inside
So pour another bottle of poison
Light another nail in the coffin
Cause a hundred years from now
We're all dead and clean forgotten
So pour another bottle of poison
Light another nail in the coffin
Cause a hundred years from now
We're all dead, clean forgotten
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6. |
My destruction
04:09
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Take a page from my past and never forget that my notions of justice all failed.
I had hope for the best but that all turned to destruction
.....and other forms of mayhem.
As I sit with a glass I struggle to count all the portions from hours that pass.
The unfortunate truth is I prefer to drink alone.
Am I lost, am I found am I counting, each time I fall from a mountain
I enlist then I find that I'm routing from time ever surmounting.
Take a page from my past, never forget that my attempts at redemption all failed.
I had hope for the best but that all turned to destruction.
......my destruction.
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The overpass girls
03:31
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On a Saturday night by the overpass the overpass
young girls are making things right.
And every Saturday night by the overpass they drove real fast
in cars they stole that night.
Woah you got to learn to fight
and you got to know what's right
You know that you can't tell in this belly of hell
to pick up a switch blade knife.
And you'll run far away, run far away to the ones you love
And you'll run far away, run far away from here.
Woah you got to learn to fight
you got to know what's right
You know that you can't tell in this belly of hell
to pick up a switch blade knife.
On a Saturday night by the overpass the overpass
young girls are making things right.
And on a Saturday night by the overpass they play real fast
with hearts they broke that night.
Woah you got to learn to fight
and you got to know what's right
You know that you can't tell in this belly of hell
to pick up a switch blade knife.
Run far away, run far away to the ones you love
And you'll run far away, run far away from here.
And you'll run far away, run far away to the ones you love
And you'll run far away, run far away from here.
run far away from here, run far away from here, run far away from here.
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In time we will part
04:20
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You and I know that we could do better
And we know it means a new start
We' have seen some stormy weather
But in time, in time we will part.
We had notions of forever
With our eyes towards the stars
We sought deepest ocean treasure
But in time, in time we will part
And does time travel slow when viewed from a distance
Does knowledge become pointless without wisdom
And I hear you call my name from a different space in time
Where we once fell together, fell together.
You and I know that we could do better
And we know it means a new start
We' have seen stormy weather
But in time, in time we would part.
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9. |
Living as a ghost
03:04
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Seeking out a living
that never leaves the shade
I've been parking down a back street
that never sees the day
of me holding down commitment
I can never seem to trade
for a pocket full of promise
that just seems to fade away
and I know I can't hold this thing down
Eternity has seen life living as a ghost
I contemplate the meaning on the signs of faded hope
as I scan along the edge of a long eroding coast that will haunt me
Picking up the pieces
becomes regular fair
I step out to the world
and I pretend to even care
of concerns don't really matter
I don't even stop or stare
Of the blood that I've been letting
just covers everywhere
and I know I can't hold this thing down
Eternity has seen life living as a ghost
I contemplate the meaning on the signs of faded hope
as I scan along the edge of a long eroded coast that still haunts me
Eternity has seen life living as a ghost
contemplate the meaning on the signs of faded hope
as I scan along the edge of a long eroded coast that condemns me.
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Stranded alone
03:39
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Do you wander alone by the banks of your home where the water of this river runs ever so wildly.
And you now see the light from the mornings first fight with the darkness that's always surrounding.
In time, daylight will shine.
Lost and alone, so far from home that the planets and the stars in the sky are misleading.
And you're rolling old stones and digging up holes to old worlds that once held some meaning.
Underground, where secrets are found.
So don't leave me stranded alone, on an island that's barren and no trees have grown. No food to sustain me or leaves there to shade me from the sun that burns me below.
So don't leave me stranded alone, on an island that's barren and no trees have grown. No food to sustain me or leaves there to shade me from this sun that burns me below.
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Walk to the mountain
03:55
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Walk to the mountain, you start by the sea
With the heavens above you to guide where you'll be
No signs direct you, aimless and free
Just the heavens above you, to guide where you'll be
And although you fall down, pick yourself up off the ground
And though you have found, the time it took to get you to the top is not the same to descend.
We travel down familiar roads again, again
We travel down familiar roads again, and again
But each time, stop by to see old friends.
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12. |
Dirty streets
03:23
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I walk these dirty streets in these worn out shoes
No I won't ever cry, as I'm walking out on you
Those words you said to me are all over used
and I won't ever cry cause I'm walking out on you once more.
So many night pass before, when your arms kept me warm
through heavy rain and storm
Holidays in the sun, where we would laugh and we would run
swimming in the sea oh to be
Then there came that day, when death came rockin from a Wuhan way
We'd never be the same.
All our towers fell while we were locked up in each others hell
Climbing up the wall
I know life can get to serious
I keep I'm running back to you
I keep running back to you
That's why I walk these dirty streets in these worn out shoes
I won't ever cry, cause I'm walking out on you
Those words you said to me weren't so over used
No I won't ever cry cause I'm walking back to you
Yes I'm walking back to you, yes I'm walking back to you
once more.
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Craig Westwood Melbourne, Australia
Spent the past 30 years making & releasing musical masterpieces to utter commercial failure. When not doing that I run a small distillery making classy hooch. You'll not find me on that artists sweatshop better known as Spotify. Fuck em...xo
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