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Cut Palms.
03:12
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Walk out to the garden, stare at the weeds
Why do only roses die?
Guess the question I’m asking
is what do they need?
Just like us they need love to survive
They’re not getting enough
They’re not getting enough
I’ve found love is less petal than thorn
I thought it’d be easier to get to you
My bloody fingers and cut palms
I thought I’d never get to you
I beg your pardon, down on my knees
I won’t let your roses die
Guess the question I’m asking
is what do you need?
Am I enough, will this love survive?
Are you getting enough?
Am I giving enough?
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2. |
Order.
03:37
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Ripples dance on the surface with more purpose than I’ve ever had
Clouds melted to rain, as the sky fell down
Into the water, into the sea
Onto my shoulders, down to my feet
Soaked to my bones, showing my teeth
Open my mouth and let out a scream
Are all of us just waiting to get out?
I don’t do this on purpose, you don’t deserve it, I know it drives you mad
But I’ve never felt as insane as I do now
In any order, give me relief
give me the pills, give me the peace
Lower me slow, into the ground
Cover my eyes as I scream out
Are all of us just waiting to get out?
I’m not trying to make this any harder than it needs to be
But it’s hardly coming easily
Are all of us just waiting to get out?
In any order, give me relief
give me the pills, give me the peace
Lower me slow, into the ground
Cover my bones and let me out
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3. |
Crossed.
03:52
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there’s more than just time between us
More than the years have disappeared
There’s a fire and a flood of flesh, bones, blood, and our fears
I’d spilled all my guts for you to pick up
The dogs ate well that night
I realised some time ago that you would never know how to help me
what good’s a stranger when all I need is a friend
I gotta get this shit done for myself
At least i know it’ll get done in the end
Sometimes giving up's just better than tryin' to fix shit that will not mend
There’s more than just lies between us
There’s a truth that hurts even more
You wasted all your faith on Jesus
Christ whilst all the while I was ignored
Did that thought even cross your mind?
I realised some time ago that you would never know how to help me
what good’s a stranger when all I need is a friend
Gotta get this shit done for myself
At least i know it’ll get done in the end
Sometime’s giving ups just better than tryin' to fix shit that will not mend
There’s more than just lies between us
There’s a truth that hurts even more
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4. |
Dirt + Roses
03:47
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It took a lot to get over
Nearly pulled me under having to let you go
Nothing left to keep a hold of
Just pushing boulders and throwing stones
Cover me in dirt
Throw your roses on me
it can’t hurt anymore
than it does already
Just kill me please or leave me stronger
Put me out of the misery you put me through
Every week feels even longer
Killing time just ain’t the same without you
Cover me in dirt
Throw your roses on me
It can’t hurt anymore
than it does already
Never wanted love to be the death of us
Never wanted love to get up and leave
It took a lot to get over
Nearly pulled me under having to let you go
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5. |
Bad Boy.
03:30
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I don't want to feel this isolation anymore
In the same breath, I just can't bear the thought of opening the door to let anyone in
can’t let just anyone in, I don’t have any friends, enemies either, just people I don’t know
stranger danger, I’m in danger of growing stranger still if I stay alone
I’ve become too close with these ghosts in my head
we’ve grown too close, too close
I am beyond frightened
I must fight the fear
I don’t want to feel this desolation anymore
there’s nothing left for me here just death and all his friends and they sure as hell ain’t mine
I must find a way out of this place before I turn to stone, face an eternity alone
bye bye flesh and bone, bye bye love I’ve never known
be one last chance for me, embody my dreams
I’m not bad, I’m not a bad boy, just broken, I don’t want fixing just holding,
come too close, come too close
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James Gates Perth, Australia
Perth singer-songwriter, James Gates returns from the shadows with a collection of songs recounting his time there. Writing as a means of self-care, his songs are confessions of the emotions that haunt us as life unfurls.
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