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Reflections on Glass
03:04
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Reflections on glass, faces moving past
Streetlights and cars and a soft cold draft
Paper and pen, glasses knocked together
People moving, as the sun sets in
And I’m drinking wine,
sitting outside as the evening begins
And a quiet day passes away
We are alive, and now you are mine
I’m feeling good inside on this
happy nothing day…
Out on the street-side, people moving by
Bicycles ride, moving through time
And I have stopped here, to find an idea
I don’t know what… But I’m getting nearer
And I’m drinking wine,
Sitting outside as the evening begins
And a quiet day passes away
We are alive, and now you are mine
I’m feeling good inside on this
Happy nothing day…
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2. |
The Man Who Was Thursday
02:40
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I saw the man
The man who was Thursday
He became the poet of order
Wore a gown with golden sun and crescent moon
I heard a bang, the east side of London
Saw the news, what has become now?
Took the streets, two hundred thousand
We saw it coming yeah…
We gathered in the city square where we declared
That fire would not be quenched by fire anywhere
Then came the time!
The man who was Thursday went inside,
He went underground to
Spy upon the anarchists yeah!
And through the chase, they found out that they were
All the same, they were all undercover
“We’ve been set up” was all they could say…
A hundred years, a hundred wars,
The world is blind and deaf to Thursday’s cause
So Thursday with a spade he came and dug a hole
For paradox was gone and needed burial
Chasing fire, fire you’ve become-
And together you have borne a son
To keep alive your war for years to come!
Years to come!
So take a stand and raise a toast-
How dignified the bombs we host-
And as a saviour we provide
The fireworks to light the sky!
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3. |
Write a New Song
02:52
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I’ll write a new song for you
I like it when you smile,
I like it when you’re singing around here
We’ll never quite understand
But I will hold your hand
We’ll see a better day arrive dear
Gotta let it shine over you
Some things we can’t be knowing
But there’s life for me and you
The best we can do is keep going
And we’ll sing ‘til the sun shines through
My baby you came along
When I was searching for a song
And now I’ll always think about you
I didn’t know what to say
But I knew I had to stay…
And travel through the day without you
Gotta let it shine over you
Somethings we can’t be knowing
But there’s life for me and you
Well I feel like I wanna sing
And I wanna be with you
Hey! play a tambourine
Despite everything-
One day you’ll sing with me
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4. |
December
02:07
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I found a dream somewhere in the pacific
Can’t be too specific
But somewhere at sea
Like a red balloon floating I found it out sailing
Like a memory failing
I held it to me
To every person a story
We’re in this together
We share the same weather we do
And I will remember the hope of November
And now it’s December
Tomorrow’s for you
What could we be but completely dumbfounded?
What’s it mean to be grounded
When nothing’s below?
But I’ve kept this dream for a time when you’re ready
When you’re feeling more steady
I’ve got something to show
He gives fullness of life despite unfulfilled wishes
You say “please do the dishes”
I say “blow me some kisses”
Then we’ll stand on this mountain with new understanding
With our feet on a landing
And somehow we’ll know
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5. |
Everybody's Here
03:23
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Prelude:
I can remember taking the train
In a distant life, another world away
The man beside me clothed in secrets
The beggars and the beggars’ keepers
People wrapped in vivid hue
A fuller red a deeper blue
And indigo and green
And sequins shimmering
Children barefoot on the littered street
The sweat in the humidity
Amidst Extravagance and flair
And the sheer volume of people everywhere
Engaged in the chaos of everyday life
Just trying to get by…
Everybody's Here:
So take my hand and lead me to the place you’ve come to know
People say that life will never be the same again
I don’t know what I’ll see
But I feel like I’ve dreamed it already
where everybody’s here!
So in a sense I have come to know the place you love
Through pages of stories of people formed like memories
And I don’t know where we’ll be-
Or how life will unravel-
But this is meant to be…..
So take my hand and lead me to the place you’ve come to know
People say that life will never be the same again
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Wellesley Road
04:34
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The west can mock its president
Draw cartoons of the confident
But there put freedom on the page
And soon will come a tide of rage
Keep down your eyes lest you incite
Reaction like a teenage fight
Like sheep crammed in without a light
Crossed the border dead of night
They turned off his electricity
For paper work, bureaucracy
That’s how we treat the refugee
Working in a factory
My brother stepped upon his mat
He didn’t make a point of that
He was too affectionate
His card with broken English sent-
to Mr David and his family
Christmas greetings from across the street
From the freedom writing mullah man
Who wrote for free Afghanistan
He was an educated man
From a strangulated land
With dignity he held his head
Refusing to be beaten yet
While he was trying all he could
To find someone who understood
So he could bring his loved ones home
To the place he hoped to call his own
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7. |
Season
04:04
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Sometimes life has to stop
Slow to a halt, and rest for a time
Sometimes life must go on
Keeping the pace for a while longer
This is a season for us
For us to embrace, while we’ve got the space
To throw our memories
Up into the sky, to laugh to cry
At times we both need
To hear each other say, “It’s Ok”
Soon the time will arrive
When I’m travelling with you the rest of these days
Soon the time will arrive
When I’ll see your face when I wake
This is a season for us
For us to embrace, while we’ve got the space
To throw our memories
Up into the sky, to laugh to cry
At times we both need
To hear each other say, “It’s Ok”
If some kind of pain surfaces, well hey, you know
I’d rather embrace it than hide away
So we can begin the best we can begin on our way
This is a season for us
For us to embrace, while we’ve got the space
At times we both need
To hear each other say, “It’s Ok”
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8. |
Morning Light
03:08
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She wakes in the morning light
Feeling the morning rise
She opens her yawning eyes
Summer is shining bright
It’s time to get up
We’re gonna go
Go for a drive
Let’s feel the wind in our faces
So wind down the window
And turn up the song
Move it along
Lets go to the beautiful places
We play a December night
Under the fading light
Under tall grey homes
Towering over us
The wind blowing over us
Exuberant smiles from an African child
Swaying her hands and feet to the music we’re playing
Pretending to waltz
To waltz the slow song
Move it along,
And give us a rhythm she’s saying
It’s time to get up
We’re gonna go
Go for a drive
Let’s get outside
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9. |
Familiar Songs
04:17
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Familiar Songs take you to familiar places
To cold days and warm embraces
To feelings lost, to feelings found
An emotion triggered by a sound
It’s amazing how songs are like transport for the mind
To hidden memories and a way to find
Seasons distant, and seasons close
Or to people whom you miss the most
A song for waking, a song for sleeping
A song to forget and a song for keeping
A song for driving the open road
A song to help you with your load
One song to take you across the seas
A song for laughter and a song for tears
A song for silence and a song to sing
A song for winter and a song for spring
Occasionally a man can stumble on a line
Which becomes indented on the page of time
But so too can beauty in an instant be
Lost from any memory
Familiar songs can bring recollections so much nearer
A hazy memory can become so much clearer
Sometimes you can even taste the air
Like you’ve been taken back there
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10. |
Fremantle Breeze
03:10
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Sunlight flickering all through the trees
Shadows dancing all around her,
Solitude has found her,
The peace she feels astounds her for a time,
In the Fremantle breeze
All the children have now grown
All the memories she’s known
Beneath this sky, wild thoughts they fly,
You know that we did not arrange this-
How conversation changes,
The silence and strangeness for a time…
And life will keep on keeping on
Even though she’ll soon be gone
A child she longs to bless,
A life she longs to share
Assurance fills her countenance
As inwardly she groans…
In midst of doubt, belief
Joy entangled with grief
Longing, and yet strangely filled
And further longing still
How strange this world that one can be
trembling and yet at peace
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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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