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Broke down, border town,
Left it on the causeway,
The kind of town with a statue and speedway
And a story of a tiny mandolin
and fridge magnet elves
that shake the living daylights from you
A broken back, a quarter back
banking on the next game,
in some American film on a Sunday
Got the feeling that your wedding couldn’t wait
And you told me on the phone
It shakes the living daylights from you
I’ve got a terrible bout of something with my eyes
From the mattress or the speedway lights
Will I want to hear the sound
The sound of William Applegate
The sound
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Arguments That Go Around
02:33
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I see them only when they’re sleeping at night
Their breathing reminded me that they are alive
No-one could ever make me think that in Arkansas
They know the reason for arguments that go on, around and around they go
Stephen sees Jesus in the glory of light
They hold him down until his face has gone white
No-one could ever make me think that in Arkansas
The reason for arguments that go on, around and around they go
I heard them say that they believe in the happiness of all
‘What else is a human being for?’
But around, around we go
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Every Other Day
04:02
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Every other day
I make a resolution not to wait.
In the waiting bay
there’s a little waterfall they made.
now it’s not a secret
They called right back, they called right back
I know now it’s not secret
When we found out we were all afraid
Every other day
I walk up to the bakery and then
I carry the bouquet
Up into the wards and then they say
They tell me I can see you
But I can’t look back I can’t look back
And they tell me I can see you
It all comes out and I walk back to my car
I can’t look back
I can’t look back again
So I’m taking it out leaving it under
Under the waterfall
And I know when I see the carpark lane
There’ll be a shiver down my spine
I know it’s not a secret
They called right back, they called right back
And I know its not secret
When we found out we were all afraid
I can’t look back
I can’t look back again
I’m taking it out leaving it under
Under the waterfall
And I know when I see the carpark lane
There will be a shiver down my spine
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It's Not the Same
04:44
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It’s not the same
Last night I set four dinner plates
And there was one for you
But you won’t need it anymore
And I want to say
That I miss you every day
And the birds are all around
And they wait for you each morning by the lake
It’s not the same
One year you taught me how to paint
But I broke the drill
And I’m a danger near a nail
What I mean to say
Is that I’m not one to cry
But I miss you every day
And I stared at that old canvas for an hour
I know its not the same
The birds wait on the lake for you
See your canvas and the paint
And I miss you every day we’re here
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Tooth and Nail
02:40
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When we both knew the words to To Kill a Mockingbird
We read in year ten, and that was when
I heard that you made the chorus in the play
As Anna would say, you fought tooth and nail
the strange thing that we heard was just some aquatic bird
that flies in and out in the evenings up here
the night that you sang, you held Aladdin’s hand
and I looked down and pressed my fingernail
There’s things I regret now
I could have told you after the song
There’s things I remember, and I don’t why
As soon as its quiet, they all come mind
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Awake enough to think of all things I could’ve said
But not awake enough to worry that the grass is dead
And I see the garden’s been overrun
But April‘s revolutionary, May I’m just a mercenary
June I’ll never understand, July I want a second chance
If I want to feel alive
If I want to feel alive
Then August I think nothing much at all
She said that life was hard, and I should read Kierkegaard,
If only I could understand a single word he said
And I see the garden’s been overrun
But April‘s revolutionary, May I’m just a mercenary
June I’ll never understand, July I want a second chance
If I want to feel alive
If I want to feel alive
Then August I think nothing much at all
But April‘s revolutionary, May I’m just a mercenary
June I’ll never understand, July I want a second chance
If I want to feel alive
If I want to feel alive
Then August I think nothing much at all
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A Little Wonder
01:20
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Shells Like Razor Blades
04:12
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On those stones there are small
Shells like razor blades
And the blood runs down my toes
And onto the towel and we know
The sandbar will leave with the tide
We swim back to meet bigger flies than I have seen
Gathering over my feet
It’s lighter than ever
I’ll never forget her
Wrapping herself on the ground
Under canvas and metal and pegs that were devils
That bend with the first strike of mine
I could not name all the trees
Not sure if I knew three
Butterflies and Henry James
My memory’s quite good for names
But not for things that we see hiding under leaves
Or the name of certain streets
Or bargains that she sends to me
She’s brighter than ever
I’ll never forget her
Mixed metaphors all the time
Under canvas and metal
and pegs that were devils
That bend with the first strike of mine
Its lighter than ever the dawn in this weather
I never would bother to see
Some things are better imagined
Than severed by circumstances they say
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We’ll stay
Another day or more, till the wake
Like the patterns that sea birds make
in the sky over sooner forgotten towns,
they had gone in the morning.
We weren’t surprised.
And everyone told their stories
as though they had tried.
However they had found out
However they’d seen
The card on the mantelpiece
We’d made
a little a tower of stones by the lake
In the pictures of you and me
we’re standing with them on the shared house lane
They had gone in the morning
We weren’t surprised
and everyone told their stories
as though they had tried
However they had found out
However they’d seen
The tattoos on Anna’s feet
They had gone in the morning
We weren’t surprised
and everyone told their stories
as though they had tried
However they had found out
However they’d seen
The tattoos on Anna’s feet
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To My Love
03:58
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To a blanket to a chair
To a mat with rabbit hair
To the orange in the air
To the naked to the brave
To the loss of us with age
To the times we were amazed
To my love
To the first and to the last
To your fall and to your cast
To go back and feel the start
To the brass and to the strings
To your hair and a bobby pin
To naivety that sings
To my love
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Tamas Wells Melbourne, Australia
Tamas Wells is a songwriter based in Melbourne, Australia.
His latest album 'To Drink Up the
Sea', with the single 'It Shakes the Living Daylights from You' is out now. The album was produced by Machine Translations' Greg J. Walker in rural Victoria, Australia.
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