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blind
03:15
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blind
some days I see it all clearly, understand why I’m here and what I believe
can articulate what I truly see and I know where I’m meant to be
some days I don’t understand a thing well I run around and my head it spins
I’m struck down dumb feeling paper thin don’t know where I am meant to be
some days I dig myself a hole so deep it starts to take a toll
I feel black as night with no control don’t how I can even see
(ch) I got two feet they walk me in a line, I got two hands a left and a right
I got two minds side by side and I got one love that left me blind
some days I see the light of day understand why it all worked out this way
can sit and breathe and it’s all ok and I say what will be will be
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faith in medicine
03:41
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faith in medicine
dig a hole for my heart and bury it in there
or tie it to a rock and throw it in the sea, away from me
take my love for you, round my neck like a chain
and go fasten it to a migrating bird, on his way across the world
(ch) I might die without a heart but that’s a chance I’ll have to take
I put my faith in medicine, you know it’s come a long, long way
you heard it all before and I’m tired of talking
see I’m not right? just look how I’m walking and I don’t sleep
take my heart away, that could you do?
take my love away, cause it was all there for you, give me peace
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dig deep
03:41
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dig deep
dig deep they always said to you
dig deep now you know it’s true
dig deep it’s what you gotta do, it’ll all come back to you
dig deep that’s the start of it
dig deep get to the heart of it
dig deep it’s time to start a new, it’ll all come back to you
dig deep make a better choice
dig deep listen to your voice
dig deep do what you do, it’ll all come back to you
don’t be afraid of love, don’t be afraid of giving
don’t be afraid to live the life you should be living
dig deep and name your fear
dig deep and trust in what you hear
dig deep look inside it’s true, it’ll all come back to you
don’t be afraid to love, don’t be afraid at all
don’t be afraid to love, don’t be afraid to fall
dig deep they always said to you
dig deep now you know it’s true
dig deep it’s what you gotta do, it’ll all come back to you
don’t be afraid of love, don’t be afraid of giving
don’t be afraid to love the life you should be living
don’t be afraid to love, don’t be afraid at all
don’t be afraid to love, don’t be afraid to fall
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bring a shovel
03:08
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bring a shovel
the post mortem didn’t help me, I still feel like a failure
but I smile and say to all I’m doing fine
if I open up completely once I start I will not stop
so I guess I’m getting pretty good at lying
I’m at a railway station, looking for salvation
and realize my brain’s completely fried
we said we’d still be friends but that hurts more in the end
and drinking won’t erase you from my mind
(ch) now you said to bring a shovel but I brought along a spade
then I did a lot of digging look at the huge big hole I made
but you was asking me to fill a hole and not to dig a new one
but digging’s what I do, I guess that’s why
my heart’s a blue one
I’m getting pretty good at misreading situations
It’s probably a condition I know it caused you deep frustration
my body knew just what to do but my head got in the way
and I couldn’t really talk with all I had to say
(ch)
now I’ll never get you back no matter what I do
so I think I’ll take my spade if it’s all the same to you
and as I dig myself a new hole, you I’ll go on missing
and maybe come one day I’ll have finally learnt to listen
(ch)
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5. |
digging around
03:08
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digging around
why you in there digging around? way underground, digging where you don’t belong
what you in there hoping to find? The conscience you left behind, must be getting close to hell
ain’t it getting hotter in there? gases mixed in the air, must be getting hard to breathe?
why in there digging around? way underground, don’t you say it’s for humanity
why you in there digging a hole? the ultimate goal is the answer that I’m waiting for
what you in there hoping to find? an invisible line? when you reach it tell yourself you win
why you in there digging around? way underground, digging where you don’t belong
why you in there digging at all? it’s starting to fall, caving in upon itself
(ch) and when the mountains fall will you admit your part in it?
and when the oceans rise will you be safe inside your pit?
it must be time to think again
why you in there digging a hole? without a soul, digging where you don’t belong
why forever dig for new stuff? don’t you have enough? tell you now you got it wrong
taking without paying again, a means to an end, looks like you dug us all a grave
why you in there digging a hole? without a soul, ain’t it time to turn a different page?
(ch) and when the oceans rise will you admit your part in it?
and when the mountains fall will you be safe inside your pit?
it must be time to think again
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worms
03:39
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worms
I don’t know if worms can here, I don’t know if they have ears
just how do they process sound? while they’re digging underground
how do they communicate? with nods and smiles? I’m guessing no handshakes
I don’t know if they can talk, all I know is they don’t walk
but if worms could hear music as they do what they do
if worms could hear music, I wonder what they’d listen to?
is their world a world I can understand? this world we share with animals and plants
are they capable of love? and what about insects and grubs and bugs?
do they dance around in a joyous way? and if they talk, what do they say?
maybe ‘how’d you sleep?’ or ‘do you know you snore?’ or ‘I don’t want to sleep with you no more’?
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Chris Swayn Rosebud, Australia
Hi, I am Chris Swayn from Rosebud on the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria, Australia.
I am in a band called THE WARRAINS and
I also do solo stuff every now and again. Sometimes I write by myself but I'll often collaborate with my poet father Barry.
I have an alt country kind of thing happening but wouldn't say that's all you're gonna get.
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