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Sugarcane/Solitude
04:03
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Rose
03:23
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Gather round, just for the night
Cure what ails, with our cyanide
Drifters and outcasts, all dressed up and clean
Cure what ails with our sadness-soaked teeth
Such a shame, we couldn’t hang about
We’re drifters and outcasts and we’ll knock down your town
Great Aunt Rose sure taught us to be swift
Looked at the map, but it was cusses and wine
No towns be seen, but we were sure pushed for time
Lonely is easy when you don’t trust a soul
And your bones be tired, from staying on patrol
Great Aunt Rose, sure didn’t want another ugly
Tried real hard, but the sadness clung tight
Drowned it out, with the whiskey and nights
Stamped out the pain with our boots and our bells
Packed up and left, before we caught up to
Great Aunt Rose, sure taught us to be swift
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Dew
03:21
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Night, oblivion blue
Sings, her loneliest truth
Pines, the oldest we knew
Draped, soft, drift, eternal dew
I can see you’re still you’re searching for your place
Light and death, a sweeter breath still to be faced
Smoke in eyes
The smog that we made
Golden mess
Pursuit to be great
Paddle out now
Past what is safe
Surrender your power now
Fate’s tides await
Paddle out now
Past what is safe
Surrender your power now
Fate’s tides await
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Mist/Smoke
03:55
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Sea of taillights on a Monday night
Glen of trees, drenched in blue
Like mist and smoke,
One breathes life, and another chokes
Shelterless, bumbling, street hopping ‘pressions best
Way to spread out for the new
I wouldn’t be here, without you
Wait for you, to be the stronger
Who brings down these walls I made,
You’ve always played the patient part
Hands clasping in the dark
Shelterless, bumbling, street hopping ‘pressions best
Way to spread out for the new
I wouldn’t be here, without you
Come back again, I swear I let you in
Because I know
I’m travelling on but in you I found my home
I wait for you, I wait for you, I wait for you, I wait for you
You’re the only thing that’s worth all these hard roads
Shelterless, bumbling, street hopping ‘pressions best
Way to spread out for the new
I wouldn’t be here, without you
Way to spread out for the new
I wouldn’t be here, without you
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Sweet Love
03:29
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Half-Moon Bless
03:22
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The moon drew her face on my skin
You were blindsided, dancing
The gathering I left through swamp and hail
I sidled up quiet and slow,
You pretended not to take note
I left with my pride not quite intact
Soft, luminating frost
Woe-struck swoon, paths crossed
Questions and answers unheard
Longings and sought outs deferred
Waxing and waning of all that I’m worth
Throughout still it’s you that I see
A hopelessness desperately
And I’m trying real hard to be honest with you
Shadow smudges fault lines
A lack of sun delights
Still it gets harder to obscure intent
Darling, I been hoping
You’d see, past my ruse
The fog crept in heavy and calm
The mask of her spirited balm
Danger and darkness and all that’s foretold
The moon kept her plains on my skin
The ending precedes beginning
It’s a steady and certain descent
Darling, I been hoping
You’d see, past my ruse
The fog crept in heavy and calm
The mask of her spirited balm
Danger and darkness and all that’s foretold
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Murakami Love Song
04:49
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Eyes and teeth, and tender skin
Muddy roads and swamp-side blues tell where we been
State-line cross, great vagrant purge
Like the good folks asked, as moons veils converge
Light is but a metaphor, for the darkness I see
Mountain pass and fallen plain
As rain wash over me
Paths bereft of orange glow
And the days we dreamed before
I realised just how foolish it was
For me to ask for more
Palm-shaped faces, grown as we’re torn
Asleep, awake, the truckside greats
And all the blanks
Endear me to you
I looked up at the stars
And dreamed, your dreams come true
When the future looks like the past
There’s not much we can do
But simmer down, and hope you see it too
Light is but a metaphor, for the darkness I see
Mountain pass and fallen plain
As rain wash over me
Paths bereft of orange glow
And the days we dreamed before
I realised just how foolish it was
For me to ask for more
Palm-shaped faces, grown as we’re torn
Asleep, awake, the truckside greats
And all the blanks
Endear me to you
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Sunglasses in the Dark
05:52
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Last Lakes
04:38
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Sailed, sinking raft across the marshy shores
In amongst the swells of crumbling moors
Finer sight, I’d never known
Parade, slow
All sleepy-eyed and crusted oh
Broken down, whims and hopes disperse
Promised I’d return, when I learnt that all you were, was all I needed
But it took me too long and now these roots of this bog have me snared
I’d drink up the lake for you, build us a boat that won’t sink
But I can’t return the hands of time to bring you back, right beside me
Wade, in slow
Let the lake swallow me whole
Comfort of dark is all I know
Promised I’d return, when I learnt that all you were, was all I needed
But it took me too long and now these roots of this bog, have me snared
I’d drink up the lake for you, build us a boat that won’t sink
But I can’t return the hands of time to bring you back, right beside me
I’d drink up the lake for you, build us a boat that won’t sink
But I can’t return the hands of time to bring you back, right beside me
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Tasha Zappala Australia
Tasha Zappala is a singer-songwriter based in lutruwita/Tasmania. When not touring Zappala spends her time in the southern
woods making billypots of beans, drinking tea and capturing field recordings.
For shows and updates follow in Facebook:
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