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Wamena
04:01
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Samuel Hamilton
03:10
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Herman Brood
05:23
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Well me and Joe,
we were two young souls in the city of canals
Moving pieces back and forward on a black and white board
In this bar at the edge of town
When in through the doors burst three old souls
And the one in the middle was
the king of the Netherlands looking like a weathered man
There was a hush in the room
Suddenly there’s, suddenly there’s
Whispering trees yeah, and rustling leaves
This is Herman! This is Herman!
So there’s whispering trees, whispering trees
Filling this scene like rustling leaves
And this age old star in this Amsterdam bar
“We didn’t think he’d make it this far!
For the things he has done, things he has done,
Scarce leave anyone living that long,
But it’s rock and roll son, rock and roll son…”
“What I thought were my wings, lead me to impossible things
Got a hold I can’t shake, bound by a freedom that’s fake
What I thought were my wings, lead me to impossible things
Yet still my soul aches. Tell me was it all a mistake?”
So the king sits down while we play chess
Starts throwing down portraits of me and my friend
Sketches of faces on Heineken costas
With a reckless abandon that’s freer than most of us
And he asks for a game, and he talks while we play
While the whispering trees, whispering trees,
We talk life, God, drugs, hope, everything
“This is Herman! This is Herman!”
Raving and smiling with dark brooding eyes
To be Herman? To be Herman?
All the while filled with a curious light
Three times he fell, three times the king fell
We didn’t know it would be just the once more
Be just the once more…
“What I thought were my wings, lead me to impossible things
Got a hold I can’t shake, bound by a freedom that’s fake
What I thought were my wings, lead me to impossible things
Yet still my soul aches. Tell me was it all a mistake?”
Falling star… “I just wanted to fly, I just wanted to feel alive!”
Falling star… “what I thought were my wings, lead me to impossible things”
Falling star… “I just wanted to fly, I just wanted to feel alive!”
Falling star… “what I thought were my wings, lead me to impossible things…”
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Evie at the Gallery
02:56
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Saturday
04:54
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I'll Take It On Board
04:22
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Emmanuel
04:40
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Content To Sleep
03:17
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Kim Beales TAS, Australia
Australian indie singer-songwriter.
Recorded in Melbourne & Hobart, 'Nine Portraits' will be released on vinyl in May along with a tour of Australian cities and is being released digitally in February 2023.
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