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Asleep at Seconds
04:44
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Asleep at Seconds
I started something
(For) nothing else to begin
For too long the doldrums never seemed demanding
To let a dream win
To pull some strings and haunt somethings that weren’t there
(If for) nothing else to be inside a makeshift bomb shelter...
...that only just came through
Fishing for touch in a bedsit tempest
Casting feeling once more
Reaching back in the storm...
...that you’ve only just come through
Storm or coma?
Rock and a safe place
Building up my skin
Peeling grafts from the saved faces
Take a second off your life
You’re a second off hers
She turns herself in spite…
..and she’s seconds under the blue
…and she’s seconds over from you
….you’re a second older than new
…..you’re a second out from beginning
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2. |
Elegnore
03:38
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Elegnore
Say no more about dawn, no, let’s settle down
Down on all your running colours fading your world
Oh no matter how steady, I could never stray from
Your streaming will to kiss rose-lonely bruiser
Love is still being followed
Hope couldn’t save it from us
What can you say, other than to say
Hello to ghost of false immunity
Elegnore’s summers stay cold
I’ll ignore thoughts of stray gold come in
Come in, don’t mind him
He’s over, sealed over
You won’t let him go unharmed
You won’t let manners seal hearts
A nervous tension never resolved
Though it’s over, sealed over
You are still being led
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Ellipsis (Song for Scroll)
There’s desperation in your fun it seems
There’s a complication surrounding the source of
So let’s all stray so it can feel like it’s hands have been broken
But if I stray then this’d feel like it’s all been stolen
To complicate this longing as joy
If this brought back a conversation’s fuel, then it’s you
Can decide if it’s worth keeping
If this brought back a hornet’s nest to burn away, it’s you
Can tell me that it’s no good
That this joy’s misunderstood
Fake tattoos or true hedonists charting short-wind elation
If you were here, don’t be alarmed if I should ask you to remember
Just what I was doing
If this brought back a conversation’s fuel, then it’s you
Can decide if it’s worth keeping
If this brought back a hornet’s nest to burn away, it’s you
Can tell me that it’s no good
That this joy’s misunderstood
That it’s all well and good
That this all came too close to nothing
This all came too close to…
Now, what was I doing?
Racking up some mirrored hue
Back and forward to your truth
Having no concept of mine
Just a rank, elusive need to
Benign so long
Cruel it amounts to everything
Impossible not to, so letting it go
Letting you go
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4. |
The Recidivist
05:04
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The Recidivist
Air-waxing songs I love won’t cover up impudence
That few will ever assume as fluke
And fewer in love may solve the riddle of motive
‘Neath the heights that you both so long to build upon
A ground still-soured, soaked through, steepened buried youth
Through crime, I’m absolved of this idyll
Enslaved are truth-encumbered hunters
And if I’m caught…who’s at fault?
Let’s ask the fall about getting over
You’ve confused us all by bringing us closer
Than many of us could bear
Have I relapsed into familiar strains of auscultation?
And as you wish upon some pained film
Heard me barely come in under cover of a strained hello
A hate-filled alumni regimen heart
I’ve slain to feel, I’d hate to feel it all fall and fail
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5. |
Panic Station
02:58
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Guitars: Fletcher, Baldwin, Lane
Bass: Baldwin
Drums: Heifetz
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6. |
Two Follow
04:16
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Guitars & Bass: Fletcher
Drums: Jones
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7. |
The Gap
06:32
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8. |
In a Word
05:20
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When the worst that’s in’s around you
You see what you are
A questionable light shade
An extension of a prop, a coping device
That folds into a small space
Just some blow-in with the last word
Pinioned here in all that he can fear
Just might make it through the back door
But all that’s here is all that you can hear
It begs the question: what’s behind these bare walls?
Is lesser sung to no one
Throwing calculated caution to the wind to say
Reckless heart ransacked a soul his own weighed
Precious art just not that good to give away
Choose a side as though you own your own country
And form alliances if only to beat the common enemy
In a word you see things halfway on
It’s a word as foolish as it seems
It begs the question: what’s behind these bare walls?
Is lesser sung to no one
Throwing well-advised precaution to the wind to say
‘Have faith in your currency’
Reckless heart ransacked a soul his own weighed
Precious art just not that good to give away
Choose a side as though you own your own country
And form alliances if only to beat the common enemy
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9. |
Your Best Advice
06:25
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Your Best Advice
When it seems a long way
From thought to tongue and teeth
Well, you say ‘cover your mouth, let slip that moment!’
Moved by what you see
Leaves unheeded feel of skin
So, you say ‘cover your eyes, let’s take that moment!’
I’ve heard a lot of tall pest sunset elegies
But you say ‘cover your ears, they’re for things over!’
I’ve heard a lot of breaking ankles running
But you say ‘cover your ears, we won’t drop back’
I’d heard a lot of long long lost teenage hope
But you say ‘cover your ears, we’ll take them back…we’ll take them back!’
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Dave Fletcher Australia
Meet Dave, a shameless dilettante who occasionally indulges in pretty music about not-so-pretty things. He wears his heart (and influences) on his sleeve...meaning he's partial to a full-throated croon and instrumental meandering. Make of that what you will. It's taken him far too long to farewell this album. Profile photo by Chris Frape, taken a decade ago, when this was all done but not dusted. ... more
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