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Laneways
03:20
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I remember my walk
To primary school
Down two laneways
Past a football field and a creek
Left at the scouthall
Before the netball court
Then down another laneway
You’d be sitting there on your wall
We walked everywhere back then
And every detail was ours
When I’m driving back that way
I don’t even know which house it was
The nun who taught scripture
Lived on your street too
We’d mind our language
Afraid that our voices she knew
Jesus walked with us
Or so she said
We’d have shaved off a block
If he’d boosted us onto her shed
We walked everywhere back then
And every detail was ours
When I’m driving back that way
I don’t even know which house it was
The first one they blocked off
Was on your side of school
Needles and longnecks
Too many noise complaint calls
We jumped the fences
For the first couple of weeks
Until you found the embers
The worn clothing and the car seat
We walked everywhere back then
And every detail was ours
When I’m driving back that way
I don’t even know which house it was
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2. |
Just One Star
04:27
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In the hour that the emptiness surrounds you
In the place that you go and no-one follows
What you do unseen to me
Reveals to me a darkness
Think of all the hours you steal from me
They're real to me as I sit here tonight
Looking at the skies
A billion tiny worlds that could be fine
There's just one star I want to see tonight
You get old waiting for the perfect moment
I've been told by too few imperfect young men
Mixing up the names of lovers and of hurricanes
Until they call them all by the same name
I hope I never hear mine
Looking at the skies
A billion tiny hopes and one is mine
There's just one star I want to see tonight
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3. |
Bubblegummers
03:55
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Bubblegummers and two-pot screamers
Cut scenesters, wet dream believers
Christmas time's like an open mic night
No-one knows how to talk or act right
Lining up at the bar in single file
You were young but you talked an old life
Told truths that nobody would lie
I knew straight up that you'd be leaving
Towns like this, that's what it means when
You see a face you've never seen before
You hadn't offered before I said I wanted more
You know that it's just a dumb dance that we all get taught
I was young when I left home bleeding
Someone else gave my life to Jesus
Took a few heavy years to wrest it back
You were here until you earnt your visa
Picking fruit for the fresh food freezers
Nature made these fields to sow
I was trying not to hang too low
You said I'm not superstitious, but I don't say L-words
Still was the best "I love you" that I'd ever heard
I'd never let you leave a light on for me
We'd light up and you'd say
"Hope you never find what you're looking for,
Wish for me the same"
I hope you never find what you're looking for,
Wish for me the same
Hope the road rises up to meet you
Hope you're back on those Eastern beaches
Hope the deal we made's concrete
Unspoken now we never speak
Hope you never find what you're looking for,
Wish for me the same
I hope you never find what you're looking for,
Wish for me the same
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4. |
A Great Divide
03:16
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On the other side of a great divide, he is there
On the other side of a great divide, he is there
Race after race is run and someone always wins
Day after day I come but I'm no closer yet
From the outside, it looks like
Everybody gets theirs
But there's so many forking out
Still waiting for returns
And on the other side of a great divide, he is there
On the other side of a great divide, he is there
Tale after tale is told but no-one will be warned
The young heart cannot direct where its affections fall
This new world will let you rise
Lay your hat where you want
But no-one's hand can hide the brand
That says where they come from
And on the other side of a great divide, he is there
On the other side of a great divide, he is there
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5. |
Box Wine & Fruitypine
03:02
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I feel it coming around again
Like a planet spinning on an egg-shaped plane
I stood still, it was the world that changed
I started underage with friends
Whitlam Park at the gazebo end
Now I’m ordering the same again
I had to smile as I stood in line with my
Box wine and Fruitypine
It’s been a while but it still tastes fine, it’s my
Box wine and Fruitypine
My cellar has sure seen better days
But that’s no reason for me to abstain
Out of the black into the white instead
Luck’s a fortune, fortunes change
I spent my money but I somehow saved
A silver lining for a cloudy day
I had to smile as I stood in line with my
Box wine and Fruitypine
It’s been a while but it still tastes fine, it’s my
Box wine and Fruitypine
Me and some girls from school
Bought a cask and we tried real hard
Mary quit, Tessa got married
I should’ve know that I wouldn’t stray far
I had to smile as I stood in line with my
Box wine and Fruitypine
The checkout chick saw me eye to eye with my
Box wine and Fruitypine
Past the campus, it was all high fives with my
Box wine and Fruitypine
It’s been a while but it still tastes fine, it’s my
Box wine and Fruitypine
I feel it coming around again
I feel it coming around again
I feel it coming around again
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6. |
Map Drawn From Memory
03:49
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A map you drew from memory
To a place you knew you hadn't been
Since you were sixteen
You captured everything except the feeling
That you left behind
In the downward climb
You can't scale some heights
Even twice in a lifetime
You’re lost in the crowd
I’m found on my own
I’m still leaving town
You’re still heading home
A letter that you sent to me
That I opened but I couldn't read
Until you left my reach
You mentioned everything except the moment
I remember most
Trying to hold you close
You said, “Life is long”
Then were gone in an instant
You’re lost in the crowd
I’m found on my own
I’m still leaving town
You’re still heading home
A road that leads you back in time
To a world where you nearly mine
The hills are so steep
You wonder how you left to begin with
But passing by won’t show
What you need to know
If we all changed here
While you stayed the same elsewhere
You’re lost in the crowd
I’m found on my own
I’ll never leave town
You’ll never find home
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7. |
Konmari
03:14
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Konmari, please leave my house in peace
I’m sure it looks like clutter to you
But everything’s where I want it to be
I know you want me to flush out the engines
Driving this machine
But outgrown clothes and half-written notes
Might be the glue that’s binding me
Kon-mari, please take a walk with me
There’s a guy who lives in Camperdown Park
Who’s overloaded his shopping trolley
It's easy pickings in times when so many
Have taken your advice
But it seems to me that the ones that do
Can afford to buy everything twice, Konmari
Now my days are filled with garage sales
They're lining every street
But I can’t get my car down Peachfield Lane
For all the monuments of debris to Konmari
I’ve tried believe me
One year I put all my books on display
And I now I never read
But there’s one up there that I could find
It says something I believe
You treat this mess like it’s randomness
'Cause there’s pattern you can’t see
Kon-mari, the whole thing scares me
If I got all the simple things right
There’d be a hard life waiting for me
Everytime that I get home
It’s the place I want to leave
If I get too good at pleasing myself
I might end up with me, Konmari
Now my days are filled with garage sales
They're lining every street
But I can’t get my car down Peachfield Lane
For all the monuments of debris to Konmari
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Peachfield Darlington, Australia
PEACHFIELD is Darlington's finest peachy-rock band.
Rooted in Sydney's inner-west, the
three girls and three boys play a breezy brand of alt-Australiana, tinged with barroom piano, Nashville-tuned acoustic guitars and the storytelling of multi-award winning songwriter and producer, Robert F Cranny.
Their debut EP is collection of all of their 2020 releases, also available in songbook format.
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