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Talk to you
04:01
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I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
And see the dawn's early
I wanna make you feel alright
I wanna make you feel alright
I wanna make you feel alright
But all I ever do is make you cry
There's a knocking at my door
There's a knocking at my door
But there's no one at my door
Just a cold wind blowing leaves across my door
I found a letter on the bed
Found a letter on the bed
I found a letter on the bed
I tried to open it but my finger bled
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
And see the dawn's early
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East Brunswick Club
04:43
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Well, I met you at the East Brunswick Club
The Brothers Grim were playing 'Dirty Dog'
You were pretty and young, and you walked so proud
Looking at you I wanted to cry and howl
I met you in the summer time
And you and the season seemed to rhyme
You were warm and tan, and you made me smile
And looking at you I needed to shield my eyes
Everything seemed to go to plan
Just as I'd hoped you reached and took my hand
When we first fucked it was winter time
Billie Holiday was singin' about dyin'
And remember as I moved in you
That Holy Dove, she was moving too
They say that there's a god above
But all I learned from your sweet love
Is that everything changes, nothing stays
And that which you try to keep will fly away
Everything seemed to go to plan
Just as I'd hoped you reached and took my hand
But you led me 'round and broke me down
And now I'm lying here heartbroken
And now everything that seems to go to plan
Makes me hang my head; makes me close my hand
'Cause you led me 'round and broke my down
And now I'm lying here heartbroken
You led me 'round and broke me down
Tore my feet right off he ground
Remade me; as a child newborn
And you twisted me this crown of thorns
Well, I met you at the East Brunswick Club
The Brothers Grim were playing 'Dirty Dog'
You were pretty and young, and you walked so proud
Looking at you I wanted to cry and howl
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Sweet face
04:04
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You've got a sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
But it makes me sour, sour, sour, sour grapes
'Cause it's just a cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little taste
Of what I can never, never, never, never possess
Hey this is a neat, neat, neat, neat little place you got here
I wanna burn it to the ground, ground, ground, grind to dust
'Cause you've got that sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
And it's burning up my soul, it's making me whol-
ly split in slivers; broken mirrors
Show my best side
You say such sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet little things to me
They sting like fire, fire, fire, they burn me down
'Cause they're just a cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little way
To keep your distance, distance, distance, you're far from me
Hey this is a neat, neat, neat, neat little place you got here
I wanna heave it in the sea, sea, sea, and see it sink
'Cause you've got that sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
And it's burning up my soul, it's making me whol-
ly split in slivers; broken mirrors
Show my best side
It's burning up my hours; for love like mine just drowns
It's host like a river; it's a broken mirror
That shows my best side
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4. |
Split in two
04:53
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Sweet Maria, with your raven hair,
You tear me up with a glance
When I see ya, and I won't you dear
See you dancing quick and pretty
Sipping goon and talking politics
Your eyes so blue, your curves so true
Your smile delightful darlin', I wanna hold you
But my hands are on fire
And you don't know how
You don't know how
Rachael honey, you're too good for me,
But I'd never tell you that
You're a drinker, but you're never drunk
You tell me stories they fall like rain
And I am thirsty as a dying man
You guide me through this city, barroom angel at my side
I wanna hold you
But you slide out of reach
And you don't know how
You don't know how
I've been split in two from longing for you
And longing for you
I've been split in three from longing for thee,
And longing for thee, and longing for thee
I've been split in four just longing for more
C'mon gimme some more
Little Layna, with your tender eyes,
You've got a way with me
You're still a stranger after all this time
You're a mystery to me
And I'm addicted to the inquiry
I'm older than you darlin', but I know you're always schooling me
And I'm eager; I'll kneel at your feet
And you don't know how
You don't know how
There's time enough I feel
And there's too little time to say there isn't
There's love enough I feel
It shows too little love to say there isn't
And all these wounds will heal
There's life enough, don't say there isn't
I've been split in two from longing for you
And longing for you
I've been split in three from longing for thee,
And longing for thee, and longing for thee
I've been split in four just longing for more
C'mon gimme some more
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Knotted pine
05:53
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Staring at the headlights of the cars
As they float past; you broke my heart
Sitting with my friend, I'm staring at the sky
Giving sad replies; you broke my heart
Staring at your number in my phone
Just leave it alone; I'm drunk again
Writing down all I wanna say
Just throw it away; I'm drunk again
You are looking happy doing fine
And it twists my mind; is your heart flesh like mine?
Wish I knew just how you tell a lie
With the sweetest smile; your heart's knotted pine
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Burnt letters Melbourne, Australia
Burnt letters is a Melbourne-based alt-country and blues outfit influenced by Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave, Geechie Wiley,
crushing heartbreak, and the full moon wreathed in red.
Started as a recording project in late 2013 it is now a full fledged thing.
Burnt letters is all about good songs, good times, and sweet vocal harmonies. Come along to a show and cry while you're dancing.
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Sound like PJ Harvey and Radiohead jamming it out in a bushfire-black Aussie forest. What more do you need to hear exactly?
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Dirt Nap - EP
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This is just feel-good country rock. Blast it in your kitchen while you fry pork and your sweetheart dances around in the nude. You'll thank me for it.
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