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Water Memory
05:07
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Forever on the back step waiting for that king tide to come in, till then I’ll never sleep sound in my bed.
Dry mouthed, always placating.
Hoping every word shoots straight.
Too scared to say what’s in my head
The ceiling fan hums overhead.
When I wake up, I’ll just run through the salt bush & dive in the water. When the tide goes out, it’ll carry me safe to the life I’ve been waiting for.
Where I won’t sink for every mistake, shortcoming or high expectation.
Where all that drowns is his control.
I feel I should be going somewhere; I’ve been treading water instead. Where is the courage I once had?
If you’re told you’re hopeless enough you’ll believe it.
Like a hammer on a nails head.
He carries with him storm clouds of dread.
The curtains blow in the wind
When I wake up, I’ll just run through the salt bush & dive in the water. When the tide goes out, it’ll carry me safe to the life I’ve been waiting for.
Where I won’t sink for every mistake, shortcoming or high expectation.
Where all that drowns is his control.
That morning will come when the moon pulls the ocean my way & I’ll finally find myself renewed and reborn.
As I float along past the mangroves you’ll call my name but all you’ll ever hear is the whisper of my ghost
“I’ll never; I’ll never come back again”
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Hurry to Heaven
03:28
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Forked tongues lick our ears with hatespeak and it’s so insidious.
Old world languages from ol’ ancient ones who care not for THIS world for they are travelling on. To where “Angels” await and we’re the crazy ones? You don’t know what it feels like to be down there where dirt is dirt & battles are won.
Go do your good work elsewhere
Don’t speak to me about “sacred vows” while kissing the ground your priests walk on. Your faith is a haven. Your argument is a fearful barking dog, a mantra of the weak, an infantile want.
You don’t know what it feels like to be down here where wine is wine, not the blood of some old ghost.
Go do your work while we fight for a proud history, a slow and steady tip of the scales, a patient heart strong enough to carry the suffering to where we can tear it apart.
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Jamie Hay Melbourne, Australia
Singer/Songwriter from Melbourne VIC
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