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The Fool

by William Blaxland

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1.
Sound 03:46
2.
First Words 05:01
I'll sing tonight Once for your eye Once for your life Twice paralysed Come tonight and I'll set a fire And I'll get us high Seems to me that life's got us low Well I'll get us high They fall into codes Speaking of notes I hear with my bones And sing from my throat I'll prove tonight that I sing it right As I sing it wrong It's not about 'oh here it comes' It's where it's from Do you feel alive once you have died? The story is life The punch-line you die Go build a house there-in build a home For the grateful mouse Quench a strangers thirst Drain yourself
3.
Getting Off 04:02
The bird song turned out to be a wolves snarl A beautifully vicious lie They're all wild, now my heart heads stark I'm not getting off A worn out creature prowls a brighter star He doused his ancient parts with burnt out sparks Remains an old remark I'm not getting off It's a fools parade Much better off in yesterday And I'm silly now singing 'turn around, TURN AROUND!' I know we're here, until it ends Brain beat leaders learnt to fake their smarts Ruby lives in torn down styles As all their fury explodes I'm not getting off The pervert git and the pedophile Are dancing around while the children smile It's a fools parade Much better off in yesterday And I'm singing 'burn, let it burn away, burn today' Calm your stride Much better off yesterday I know we're here, until it ends I'm standing here until it ends I'm waiting here until it ends I'll watch from here as it ends
4.
So everyone was dancing Shaking the sun out the gloom and cloud As the rain took a fall, to former lover ground 'I'll cry you a river' she wept Spitting down on my dirt bank hair Romantic hands stole the poets tongue And was found down south by the crown of her hips Sweet little mist, a mess, she says she won't undress Not out of clothes like this Can you love the mould, that holds my bones? When I live alone everything stinks All I know, where ever I'm going, I am my own I am my own I know She called me on a Friday We walked the streets the old way Our conversation escorts us off to bed She only goes and fuck my head I'm feeling something of a storms intent A constant rivers flow will fork my head As she's spilling away Did I say she called me that day The rainy day When I quit my love and lost my law Now I hate my phone It calls, I'm on my own I'm on my own micro phone Lately your driving me crazy From heavens place you watch me Your heart just seems so high away When glaring down on me Go conform to the dancing she said It's the moment I lost my head The way her rivers have flown and they flow when they go But her rains now turned to snow and ice Words are easy to say when you float away Well here I stay and I say You broke my home, you know With all your snow going up my nose I'm rolled up in notes Where never I'm going, I am my own I am my own on my own
5.
Unwind 05:04
Sweet heart Speak heart Unhide the truth Fall apart Sweet heart Deny the proof It's better if you Unwind the past Whatever you knew Wind to the start Sweet love In a touch Denying the proof Torn apart Weak heart Don't fight the truth It's easier to Live in a past Whatever you do Blind at the start
6.
Wild Rose 04:31
Wild rose in leather chokes Whipping her thorns at me Wild rose a crazy host Deep in her garden I'm home Hung up on meds again All out of bread again Dreaming of scraps until Pulled from my bed again Told me that I am a five out of nine I'm a fool Wild rose in leather clothes Twirling her hair at me Wild rose a crazy host Deep in her garden I'm home Can't believe your here again Bored of who your've been Slowly spending yourself And the world again Bet low and one at a time Or you'll die My bet is you've got to rush If you don't want to rust Everyone is dust I hope for those I love Time offers nothing but a time You unwind I'm the fool

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released April 4, 2016

Mixed by Michael Clarke
Mastered by Matt Sibthorpe @ Forte Mastering

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