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Anvil Lightning
06:58
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15 years, naive and awkward
Trying everything to get you to notice me
I fell hard, a school girl crush
For you, a traveling stranger
But you were just passing through
And I was just growing up
I didn’t know then what was to be
I had no clue about the real you
Your eyes, anvil lightning
Tore a bolt, shook the earth,
Sparked a flame in me
17 years, spent my summer in your snow
Finding any excuse to walk past your door
That night we sat there, a little too close to the fire
Both thinking if we start can we stop?
But I was just passing through
And I was still growing up
I didn’t know then what was to be
I had no clue about the real you
Your eyes, anvil lightning
Tore a bolt, shook the earth,
Sparked a flame in me
19 years, left my home for Sydney
And there you were under those nightclub lights
I longed for a kiss, 4 years in the making
Found myself tangled in your arms
But you were just passing through
I still had so much growing to do
I didn’t know then what was to be
I had no clue about the real you
Your eyes, anvil lightning
Tore a bolt, shook the earth,
Sparked a flame in me
21 years, hopeful and flying
Over to you, holding onto our kiss
But I fell for, your lies not a promise
Wound up all alone in Edinburgh
Guess I was just passing through
And you were still growing up
I didn’t know then, what was to be
I had no clue about the real you
Your eyes, anvil lightning
Tore a bolt, shook the earth,
Sparked a flame, a flame in me
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2. |
My Brother and I
05:24
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Remember that Christmas we stayed at the beach
Each morning we fought for the cream
Dropped at our door before the sun rose
It lay thick under the silver milk lid
That summer we spent in the sand and sea
Or under that weathered house with broken things
We were the only friends we had
My brother and I
Remember that first night I was left home alone
You handed me your bb gun
You showed me the cool way to hold it and point
Because you knew I was scared of the dark
And I didn’t realise it back then
You were always there, always my friend
We stood side by side
My brother and I
My brother and I
Remember those afternoons we’d go out hunting
Down old Eastside laneways
Searching for mulberries hanging over the fences
To fill our ice-cream buckets and heads
Now there’s one growing in your front yard
Your kids are showing mine how to get the ones up high
As we watch on
My brother and I
My brother and I
My brother and I
Now sitting here in this warm winter sun
I’m watching as you play guitar
I’m singing The Waifs and smiling out loud,
Because this is who we are now
Our greys well, they show the years
We drink weak black tea just like our dad
My brother and I
My brother and I…
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3. |
Nothing Short of a Mess
02:45
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I broke your heart in a dingy motel
I didn’t want to be tied down
And I left the very next day
Far away from my home town
I know I’ll be fine
Until of course I’m not
I know you’ll be fine without me
Coz’ I’m nothing short of a mess
I broke your heart in our run down terrace
But you were too stoned to notice
When you sobered up you trashed the joint
And you stole all of my fucking rent
I know I’ll be fine
Until of course I’m not
I know you’ll be fine without me
Coz’ I’m nothing short of a mess
I broke your heart in a KFC carpark
And I barely gave a fuck
In my defence when we started out
I told you what I was about
I know I’ll be fine
Until of course I’m not
I know you’ll be fine without me
Coz’ I’m nothing short of a mess
I could be coming but then I go
I could stay but I’ll only leave
I just don’t want you to have
Any part of me
I broke your heart right before my plane took off
And I didn’t look back
I didn’t see any point in giving you hope
When there was no hope to give
I know I’ll be fine
Until of course I’m not
I know you’ll be fine without me
Coz’ I’m nothing short of a..
You’re nothing short of a..
I’m nothing short of a mess
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4. |
Flawless
04:16
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You follow you follow you follow the line
Folding and flattening a flawless design
But I know your every move
I am two steps in front of you
Fold your insides in
Hide your imperfection
Cracks show your paper thin skin
Over and over and over you go
Trying to change it so I will not show
But I know your every move
I am two steps in front of you
It will take time I know
But I will not let go
I’ll be in your shadow
You follow you follow you follow the line
You follow you follow you follow the line...
It’s over and over and over you go
You follow you follow you follow the line...
Folding and flattening a flawless design
But I know your every move
I am two steps in front of you
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Lonesome Lullaby
03:19
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Let me take a ride on this lonesome lullaby
And I’ll sing to the lonely tonight
The sun's all but gone
Just a slither in my sky
Bringing in that deep barren blue
My glass has been filled
One too many times
To ward all the lonelys away
The kids are asleep
Cocooned in their beds
I’m thinking of you, are you thinking of us?
So let me take ride on this lonesome lullaby
And I’ll drink to the lonely tonight
The moon now high
Shines a pale ghostly light
Down onto my window pane
The bottle’s long been emptied
But still sleep won’t come
So I sing through these dark quiet hours
The dog is asleep
Dreaming of days long gone
Are you thinking of us, I’m thinking of you
Let me take a ride on this lonesome lullaby
And I’ll sing to till the suns hits the sky
I’ll breath in the dawn
Hope for a bright day
Where the sun warms my lonelys away
I see the sun rise
Through sleep filled eyes
Where the lonely night brings in the day
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Sally Balfour NT, Australia
As the daughter of Central Australian folk music royalty, it is little wonder Sally Balfour has found her way to the stage as a singer-songwriter. While the isolation and extremes of the NT loom large in her songwriting, Sally's music connects on an individual level. Through Sally’s deeply personal, acoustic guitar driven songs you're taken on the journey of one woman's life in Australia's outback ... more
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