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Coming Home
04:54
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My old girl left us
Met everyone who shared her a smile
Now she’s gone
Not yet on moonlit skies
I’m losing you
I’ve lost you so many times
Come back home
Not yet for moonlit skies
Coming home
I’ve moved through times, I’ve moved through hard times
Seen another life, never wanted you to go
Now she’s back
My baby’s coming back home
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I need you so
Sometimes I let you go
In a quiet place outside
I let you go
Coming home
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2. |
I Feel Fine
02:33
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You get high and you
Come alive then you
Get tired and I
Wonder what I said
You’re not sleeping in my bed
I’m winding down but you’re
Gearing up and I’m
Pulling back while you’re
Planning our next move
All I think about is food
And you seem so sad
But I don’t feel that bad
You fat-shame and you
Think gay’s a game and you
Police my words but you
Haven’t heard what I said
You’re not sleeping in my bed
I’m winding down but you’re
Gearing up and I’m
Pulling back while you’re
Planning our next move
All I think about is food
And you seem so sad
But I don’t feel that bad
I feel fine
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Lentils
03:41
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I remember Fridays afterschool
I remember dirt and swimming pools
Gone too soon
I remember kissing on the trampoline
Sharing earphones, listening to our mp3’s
Gone too soon
Think about a time when I cared about my job
And I slept through the night, didn’t take it out on the dog
I remember share-housing in June
Tinned tomatoes and brown rice lentil stew
Gone too soon
Think about when I had a real-life Mum
Wasn’t tired standing up and I wrote songs for fun
Left the big smoke as fast as I could
Couldn’t have known that I’d be gone for good
Said goodbye to my friends
Into a new share home
The borders stayed fucking closed
Might try to live alone
I remember childhood afternoons
I remember dirt and swimming pools
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4. |
My Turn
04:24
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I wanna walk in the sun, I wanna walk in the sun
Find the path that leads back to you
Know that my turn is not done, know that my turn is not done
Scared to lose what I have not yet won
I’m scared of what I don’t say, scared of what I let drift away
All the songs, the words I didn’t write down today
I follow, then what have I found, If I reach then you rear underground
Take a stance, a chance I can feel to the truth
Know that my turn is not done, no, it has only now just begun
Know that I’m walking away back to you
And I’ll stop when I got nothing left to say
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I don’t mind wearing a COVID mask
Although my face is melting in the heat
I stuff my face full of food at lunch
But you can’t see the scraps in my teeth
Behind my COVID style
Can’t see my grotty smile
I don’t mind
I got broken into the other week
And I don’t even mind that
The biggest loss was my healthcare card
Now I can’t get my 70c bus pass
You get what you get
And you don’t get upset
I don’t mind
I don’t mind that I get tired standing up
See I’ve got Autonomic Nerve Dysfunction
I only feel good when I am lying down
Least that doesn’t interfere with my fucking
But it’s best that I rest
You can like it or lump it
I don’t mind
I wanna waste time
I wanna waste time, I wanna underachieve
And I wanna slow down, I wanna get some reprieve
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Alice Cotton Darwin, Australia
Infectious and off-kilter music from the tropical North.
Alice Cotton has been compared to
Australian artists 'Paul Kelly and Stella Donnelly…you're hit with the depth and breadth of her storytelling' - Nkechi Anele, triple j
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