1. |
Little Notes
04:40
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LITTLE NOTES
All your little notes,
Not little loved, your notes.
All your little notes,
Not little loved, your notes,
They follow me ‘round.
How I find them,
In a book to keep a place,
Back of bus tickets,
In my suitcase,
They’re keeping me warm,
Staving off a doubtful wind,
A doubtful wind,
Keeping me warm,
And I quote
Your words, never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders,
I quote,
Your words never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders.
Oh now, don’t mind me,
I guess I made my bed,
And I’ll be damned darlin,
If you don’t lay with me in it.
Staving off a doubtful wind,
A doubtful wind,
Keeping me warm,
And I quote
Your words, never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders,
I quote,
Your words never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders.
Oh how time goes on,
How little time goes on.
I wish it full, I wish it long,
No little wish is wrong,
Why, can I follow you ‘round?
Keep me on my toes,
Move mysteriously,
Keep writing your
Little notes for me,
From your very own hand.
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
From your very own hand
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
From your very own hand
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
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2. |
Feathers
03:15
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FEATHERS
I wasn't aware of the dark
'Till the morning came through
I'd never longed for a lie
'Till stuck with the truth
These wings will melt
Everyone will tell
I paid little mind to the fire
'Till the blanket was pulled
I sent what we were through a wire
With words like dull tools
It's the worst I have told
But it's the best I can hold
I won't fly like a feather
To the opposite side
All of the trees wave goodbye
Stars are something to do
No road was paved
For the likes of me and you
So we'll float on
'Till the wind gets too strong
I won't fly like a feather
To the opposite side
At least not this time
At least not this time
These wings, they won't melt
It's all I can tell
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RUNNING THROUGH THE NIGHT
We're running through the night,
Coat-tails flying in the streetlight,
Down the hill,
To catch the boat,
To the other side.
We're running through the night,
Always running out of time,
My pillow is my old brown coat,
We're two sea rats on this swollen boat,
Because there's no time left to take -
No more - as we go by the sun,
And the stars feel like ours
This morning,
As we walk out the town.
Picked up by a baker
On the skirts of pretty Nelson,
He was almost home.
He turned around, reminded of,
All of those who turned around.
So I sat with his dog on my knee,
And his baby beside me,
While he told you about his wife,
So much sadness in his eyes.
Because there's no time left to take -
No more - as we go by the sun,
And the stars feel like ours
This morning,
As we walk out the town.
And now as I descend,
And all the noise is in my head,
You pull me through,
Because I am rich when I'm with you -
When you’re by my side.
Oh, running through the night,
Catching eyes in the moonlight,
We’ve got all the things we need,
All the things we’ll ever need.
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4. |
Lost Son
04:28
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LOST SON
Oh son, we’ve been waiting
For you and your love to come
These shady lanes have been numb
Ever since you left town
Days just holes
For the sun to go down
Oh son, we have grown apart
You’ll see the loneliness in our hearts
In this house of ghosts
The silent days, the bees buzzing in the sun
We’ve lived our lives
Like friends on opposite sides
I guess we only understood
What you didn’t want to be
I guess we never understood
Why you didn’t want to be
Like him and me
Oh son, we’ve been yearning
For this hot summer day to come
Sit side by side
In these old leather chairs
Pretend you never left
Pretend you never really left
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5. |
Down South
05:38
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DOWN SOUTH
Now you’re down there,
Where the day ends gracefully.
None of the brutality of further South.
Swallows fly low,
Promise of a warm tomorrow,
While me here, I’m staving off sorrow,
Over here, over here,
Where the day crawls to its sticky end,
None of the grace of home.
Me just a blank face on the end of the phone,
Me just a blank face on the end of the phone.
Remember when we were down south,
Amidst squalor and hilarity,
The time when I socked you one in the face,
Down by the post-box in the early morning,
Down by the post-box in the early morning.
I’d been up, and out, a good part of the night,
Searching the gutters for your body,
And I was so beside myself with worry.
You were ok,
Mildly embarrassed,
I stormed off in a rage,
To my day-job as a waitress.
Remember when we were down South,
Amidst squalor and hilarity,
Remember when we were down South,
Amidst squalor and hilarity.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
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6. |
Please Don't Forget Me
04:46
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PLEASE DON’T FORGET ME
Oh I will try to see the light
Even in the dark of night
But please don’t forget me
Oh I will drive
‘Till the morning greets me bright
But please don’t forget me
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Tiny Ruins Auckland, New Zealand
Tiny Ruins are a band based in Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland, comprising singer-songwriter & guitarist Hollie Fullbrook, bass player Cass Basil, drummer Alex Freer and electric guitarist/producer Tom Healy.
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