1. |
Intro
00:16
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2. |
Wet Jesus
03:19
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Wet jesus
Do the talking;
Never change,
Expecting them to do the same.
Cut creases,
In the middle of the room
Silly arms,
Never rising to the mood.
Just a cuddle and a hug
Or a kiss upon the rug,
Something more,
You can teach me to adore
Reacquaint with love
This couch,
This twist this fool,
Like a spring
Like some jelly on the dancefloor
Keeping me occupied
Tingle to the tip with listless
Cleaning compulsively for pristine
Hamfisted existence
Driven by worry of a kind
I’m terrified
And I don’t even understand why
Behind plastic,
Under mattress,
A lit match and
A scared actress,
I keep trying
I half ass it
Mould, shift, change
I’m gymnastic.
Bored angel,
At an angle to the moon
To forget;
Dance away The afternoon
There’s a sorrow in the touch
There’s a love within the blush
There’s a truth
In the burden of the move
Reacquaint with love
This noun
This list this rule
Like a sponge
Like some relic on the dashboard
Teaching me how to die
Circling the same drain every single day
I see your sadness
And don’t know what to do
Because
I feel it too,
And see myself in you.
A dancer in the mud.
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3. |
The Hammock
03:08
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The violence of the hammock
I saw the truth in you, the truth is you could always do it.
The sight that caused the panic
The sickness creeping through the reason you was always manic
Science fiction planet
It’s not at all how we had gone and fixed to plan it
Why
Are they so full of granite?
Risking the will to wake on other snakes and gutter spit its…
Throwing dirt at the pain
To melt like buttercream a stream of screaming in the sandpit
Throwing dirt at the pain
Right before dinner time the inner line of dialogue quits
Now I’m half past, now I’m quarter to, now I’m right on the minute, and I’m missing you…
The shyness of the dancer
Will I be here for long? The sound is off it’s been a minute.
The brightness of the answer
The rich and heavy speech like hammer cheek I’m smack within it
Science fiction planet
It’s not at all how we had gone and fixed to plan it
Whine,
Just like the whine of a dog, I keep repeat my story
I get specific and deep
I’m like a bruised beast,
I’m like a dinner feast
I’m like a piece of meat
All chewed up fromt he grief
Throwing dirt at the pain,
The memories eating me up again.
Now I’m half past, now I’m quarter to, now I’m right on the minute, and I’m missing you…
You, so missed.
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4. |
Muttering Adult
02:05
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Half of the havoc happens
When you’re halfway happy
Panic
cheek to cheek
Week to week
Sleep to sleep
Repeat repeat
NO WAY OUT !
Don’t step on
This is a lesson
Press on depression
This is on me
Some things can be beautiful
Muttering adult
I got Fatigue
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5. |
The Birthday Party
03:03
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Spring mattress,
On the list of things to buy,
Used matches,
To my left, to my right,
Four going on five
Beneath the window
Oh surprise a guest arrives
An unexpected set of eyes
You should come in, and did you drive?
We haven’t seen you in a while,
So now seemed like the best time….
Carry me, while you care for me…
Try to laugh
These sweet wounds…
Carol’s gonna be late
And the cake has sunk from all that jumping
Meredith is miserable
And george has had too much of everything
Mishandled,
In the time it takes to dine,
Lit candles,
Four going on five…
Family fire
Candice has kidnapped the camera
Patrick is crying in the corner
The towels were left unfolder
Oh no
You laugh.
You laugh adjacent to tragedy, full of buttercream and fudge
I know it’s hard to make an apology, plastic covering your lunch.
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6. |
Public Speaking
03:31
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Talk soft
Cause my head's light
From saying the wrong things
At the right times
Get lost
In the highlights
I’m seeing the right things
In the wrong light
Pretty and parched last week
Working on rehearsed speech
Getting all comfortable with ungovernable set
Of organic techniques
Pushing me forward
Like I were a public speaking
Power seeking
Man
Get out, while you can.
Steep climb
In the meanwhile
I’m looking back twice
For a half smile
More fool
With a flashlight
Rolling a third dice
With a full pile
Spread like dour sheet
All of this “so to speak”
Letting commitment be shipped with a clause
For the cause of remaining discreet
Pushing me forward
Like I were a public speaking
Power seeking
Man
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7. |
New York
01:45
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If there’s a thread Ima,
Pull on it like a child.
I mean to ask of you,
Could you be here a while?
Are you with me?
Do you see me?
If there’s a thread Ima,
Pull on it like a child.
I need to ask of you,
Will you be here a while?
Are you with me?
Do you see me,
Properly?
You are on the back of every pack I’ve ever seen
You are the cleansing product of my dreams
Sleep, or so it seems
Perchance to dream.
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8. |
My Name
03:37
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You look like
Lighting when
You catch my eye on tender evening
Oh I’ve wanted to always be like
Leather on a suitcase fading
Down with every year and
Change of name.
Oh I’ve always seen a beauty in this aging
Rearranging somewhat different somehow still the same
I don’t want to be the agent for your love
My god, my rage
Acting the way that is linked to my name
My heart, my face
Treat me the same as if nothing has changed
We laugh like
Children and
It sounds like crowds of people clapping
Oh I struggle through always choosing
Shadows Soothing somehow proving
Me magnificent brilliant and restrained
I just wanna to be the agent for some
I just wanna be the agent for some love
I don’t want this pain to cause me heartache anymore
I just want to be the agent for some love.
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9. |
Emma Have Must
04:32
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Emma,
Have you
Anywhere to go but up?
Symptom of a cause because,
Larrikin I’m laughing.
Take the time to make it last
A long time.
Best advice I ever grasped,
In a while
Annie,
Have you
Kept your mother on her toes
Victim of a cause because
Mannequin what happened?
Birthday candles on the grass
The firelight
Kept the fly inside the glass
Like a child
Set me on fire,
I’ve been feeling weakly
Lost the habit scrap and cut
I never had what you’d call
A family
I think of you often
And regret my absence
But i'm too cowardly
To be present.
Only way to go was away,
Compelled and afraid.
Sat beneath a sunny Wall
And dreaming
Violent, listless,
Only way to go is was a,
Way I pray you have the strength
to Make it on without
Out the anchor of my days
The harsh light
Weighing down upon the waves
Of a life
A dust cloud
The leaving
The letting go
This evening
I don’t know
Do I
Should I
I don’t know…
Should I
Well I
Do not know…
Take your time to make it last…
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10. |
Like Kisses
01:20
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Fool make the most without moving of choosing
To rest on the wind like, kisses
What of you then when the wind doesn’t bend to the whim or the will of
Wishes?
Lazy to make the heart the head the ache
It’s all beneath
Chest gonna break
The grief the heave belief
Is all I need
Shower the boy with
Kisses
Shower the boy with
Kisses
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11. |
To Speak
02:54
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Cross those arms lord
Shuffle them feet forward
Don’t be shy,
Show em why.
The sickness is incredible
I’m all caught up
Why does it have to be
So incredibly hard to speak
Freely?
You say I’m missed,
What is it? what is the essence of this kid who is missed?
I resist
This insistence
To be what
I was
Or who you intended
Im ripe for the cause
And expect you respect it
I’m here, I’m complete
Even if you reject it
I’m all cut up
But the cut was expected
To breathe,
Is enough
I’m sick I’m sick I’m crying
I’m sick of crying.
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12. |
The Fire
04:12
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Uh huh,
Yeah,
I’m here
I Didn’t get far this year
Uh huh
yeah
I’m clear
I filled up my hands
To here.
The force
The pull
The standing still
To hunch
To swim
The laugh
Is in
Sick to stomach
Full of rubbish
Need some nourishment I
Seek some courage
For to flourish
Need encouragement
Cry
Like a baby
You Cry
Like a baby
We cry
Like a baby
In time
The feel of pushing,
Pressing down
The pressed impression
Making out
The past and present
Pulse of now
The sight of prayer
That’s Going round
The scent of a lost and losing team
Electric and receiving
The sound of kicking the ground,
Again…
Compelled enough to write
Knowing you would inspect it
Admire your attire
And the will you present with
Every time we dance
Oh lady
Come find me
In the parts that I play
Whistelint on the way
To some dumb
Melody
I’m friend
I’m the son
I’m the father today
Though I may not
Tear Gently
Thought I may not
show my whole self as okay
And through a whole lot
Speak plenty
And through the whole lot
I’m well aware I complain
And I know
It’s part and parcel with the rain
I’m well aware of the sound
Whispering on the way
Whistling on the way
In the grass
In the ground
In the palm
In the sound
In the speech
In the sight
In the day
In the night
The story of a fire
And the one who protects it
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13. |
Hospital Baby
05:12
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Some weeks are months
Some days are years
Still call you baby
All the same
Some steps are jumps
Some prayers are tears
Still walking daily
Despite the rain
This pill to wake
This pill to dream
I miss your face
In between the sheets
For heavens sake,
You never came
You’re looking great here despite the frame;
As if you haven’t changed
In simply being your whole damn self
You do that talking, I knew so well,
And I’m make sure
It goes in
The right ears.
And If I’m not making sense
I blame the medicines,
A hospital and a bed.
I get Repetitive
A verbal cue
Physically moved
Curate the days for
Consistency
I dress my feet
I sit for lunch
The morning hues in
The coffee dump.
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Not much to say but
Wish you were here.
As if the message was unclear
Know what you’d tell me too,
You’d rub my back you’d talk me through
You’d say - Oh cheer up charlie,
It’s only a day.
Know what you’d tell me too,
You’d rub my back you’d talk me through
You’d say - Oh cheer up charlie,
It’s only a day.
Just get through the day.
My crumpled hand,
A simple plan,
Still stretching daily
Despite the pain
To hear your name is still a strain
In simply being your whole damn self
You do that talking you do so well,
I keep repeating my whole damn self
I miss that talking I knew so well
And I’m never sure
I’m quoting the right years
The way your hands would have shrunk like mine
How your eyes would have greyed over
Eleven in the morning, Again.
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14. |
Go On
04:07
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Don’t turn your head
I’ve got faith in you
Cry a little if you need to
Go on
That stain, on the back of your neck
This rain, what did I expect?
I need a break,
But so do you
Dumb cosmic expenses
And we’re overdue
Cry a little if you need to
Go on
What rage
Most days
I’m scared
In all ways
This cage
Don’t turn back yet
I’ve got faith in you
Cry a little if you need to
Go on
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Daggy Man Brisbane, Australia
Daggy man is the solo project of Thomas Calder.
These songs are somewhat of a scrapbook, constructed from memories that may or may not be entirely accurate.
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