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It's Gonna Be Fine
02:41
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If we weren't locked down and there was no curfew
I'd drive to the coast to take in a seaview
Instead I'll count steps in the driveway to counter the carrying
Of the weight of banana bread tests on my hips
I don't know 'bout you but I've finished Netflix
Come Christmas we can pretend that this year never happened
It's gonna be fine
In the end the best happens
All the bad parts of you
All the worst parts of me
Will return to the ashes
Dust to dust, dust to dust
Working from home with the kids in the room
I hope nobody sees I've got no pants on zoom
I'd really like a glass of wine that's legal
The pivot's a dance I'm still figuring out
Forget Jerusalema I'm saving that one
For the next quarantine, like a grounded teen I tell you
It's gonna be fine
In the end the best happens
All the bad parts of you
All the worst parts of me
Will return to the ashes
Dust to dust, dust to dust
Sweet old surrender, let's try not to die
They say if you wear a mask to go out
We'll get Christmas with no lockdown vibes
It's gonna be fine
In the end the best happens
All the bad parts of you
All the worst parts of me
It's gonna be fine
In the end the best happens
All the bad parts of you
All the worst parts of me
Will return to the ashes
Dust to dust, dust to dust
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2. |
Driven to Drink
04:24
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Drawing a line
Closed the door with a sign
That says do not disturb
Not for anything
Just pretend I'm not here
That I've gone out for a beer
Or to paddle up the river
To catch salmon
Leave me be
I just need a moment to think
If I was the type I'd be driven
I'd be driven
Driven to drink
I won't answer the phone
I wanna be on my own
But I'll send a live location
So you don't worry
Leave me be
I just need a moment to think
If I was the type I'd be driven
I'd be driven
Driven to drink
Tapped all the dams built
But the cups are not full still
The dry sand beds and I
We're playing the blame game
Despite the layers of guilt
I tore through to get to this side
To get to this side
Leave me be
Leave me be
I just need a moment to think
If I was the type I'd be driven
I'd be driven
Driven to drink
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
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3. |
Unfolded
04:11
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Hands like a bird on the inside
Open the window it's not flying out
I'm like the beak on it
Flew into the glass and it hurts to speak out
So I stopped, now starting, my words are surprising
And everything I say's a shock to you
Wish I knew sooner too, or knew how to say it
Cause this gentle unfolding inside me
Has come out unfolded
A map that you're trying to read in the wind
You can't see me over the edges
The paper is tearing
Your patience is wearing thin
Hands like a steeple, the steeplejack's climbing
Whole life in a body suspended mid-air
No-one to catch you, it's nobody's job to
And I'm on the ground, nothing I can do
Wish I knew sooner too, or knew how to say it
Cause this gentle unfolding inside me
Has come out unfolded
A map that you're trying to read in the wind
You can't see me over the edges
The paper is tearing
Your patience is wearing thin
Rather the truth than living a lie
It's gonna hurt now for both you and I
Wanna say it's hurting me more than you
But we both know
We both know
That's simply not true
Hands like a bird on the inside
Open the window it's not flying out
I'm like the beak on it
Flew into the glass and it hurts to speak out
So I stopped, now starting, my words are surprising
And everything I say's a shock to you
Wish I knew sooner too, or knew how to say it
Cause this gentle unfolding inside me
Has come out unfolded
A map that you're trying to read in the wind
You can't see me over the edges
The paper is tearing
Your patience is wearing thin
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Wouldn't have known but for the flake of a lip outdoors
The slake of a sip that I'd remembered from the times before
Wouldn't have known but for a lungful of dusty ore
The sum of the parts that led to the drought
Eventually stripped my stores
But every day is one day closer to the rain
Degrees of severity are measured but never seen
At leisure a luxury to fall apart now I'm 16
Sat in a psych eval, on meds geared to make me well
Rating degrees of hopelessness
and riding out this hot spell
But every day is one day closer to the rain
But every day is one day closer to the rain
At worst I'm pounding pavements, chasing cars
This thirst bangs on windows that aren't ours
This outburst grabs for liters of your water like I'll never
Like I'll never never never never never never never
never never never never feel better
When you think you'll never never never never
never never never never never never never feel better
When you think you'll never never never never
never never never never never never never feel better
When you think you'll never never never never
never never never never never never never feel better
Remember everyday ee ee is one day closer to the rain
Get out of bed what for the sun doesn't rise no more
The long run it stretches out indefinitely to a lone locked door
Say what you want about this unending cracked earth drought
This impending fire risk, this creeping despondent abject doubt
But every day is one day closer to the rain
But every day is one day closer to the rain
But every day is one day closer to the rain
But every day is one day closer to the rain
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5. |
Wrong Queue
03:55
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There's a quiet dread that comes upon me
Every time I know
I need official documents
There's only one place to go
I walk past the queue for passports
I can do that at the bank
To the building at the bottom
Where there is no social rank
The hours pass, I'm almost
At the front of the queue
A gentleman official comes
To tell us what to do
I'm in the wrong queue
I get sent to the back
Can anybody tell me
Which queue to stand in
To get these hours of my life back
I stare blankly at the ground
To avoid a conversation
An inevitable gripe
About the countries declination
Your marriage wasn't registered
Your baby's name is wrong
You're wondering who you have to pay
To move this thing along
I'm in the wrong queue
I get sent to the back
Can anybody tell me
Which queue to stand in
To get these hours of my life back
I'm catching more flies with honey
I don't think this job is easy money
All this bitching in the queues
About no signs and long lines
Could ignite a short fuse
I'm in the wrong queue
I get sent to the back
Can anybody tell me
Which queue to stand in
To get these hours of my life back
Can anybody tell me
Which queue to stand in
To get these hours of my life back
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6. |
Cancelled
03:56
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Everything is cancelled
Everybody go home
Nothing left to see here
Stay calm
Leave in an orderly fashion
Don't be a body trampled
Don't make a fuss, smile and nod
Don't be more than they can handle
Leave. Leave. Leave well enough alone
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
There's nothing left to see here now
And even if it all burns down
A broken one has all been rebuilt stronger
Hannah Gadsby said so. I believe her
Postponed
That's another word for cancelled
Nothing left to see here
Don't cry
Don't cry over spilt milk
Just add it to your socials
With a red line, resigned
There'd be 20 people total
Leave. Leave. Leave well enough alone
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
There's nothing left to see here now
And even if it all burns down
A broken one has all been rebuilt stronger
Hannah Gadsby said so. I believe her
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Ixnay on the o-shay
There's nothing left to see here now
And even if it all burns down
A broken one has all been rebuilt stronger
Hannah Gadsby said so. I believe her
Everybody go home
Nothing left to see here
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Everything is cancelled
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Shotgun Tori Johannesburg, South Africa
Shotgun Tori is, at heart, a storyteller, a woman with a voice and a guitar, her subject matter approached with an interesting, occasionally humorous, yet always insightful life view. Her touching, raw vocal delivery is both tender and powerful, and listeners are left with no doubt that she sings straight from her heart. ... more
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