1. |
Mama
04:37
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Woke with a start
Back seat
Concrete Blonde on repeat
And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
I go by headstones
And up near the rusty fence
Where autumn leave dance circles
In arrest
Melting like honey, I
Drip into Sunday
Where ladies are laughing
And losing their jackets in the sun
And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
Like you used to way back when
Your arms could soothe me
When your arms could lift my weight
It's always in thought's reach
Like right here in my pocket
Circling leaves, cornered by rusty tin
She said 'those words are just too sad'
So they called it a mutiny
And locked themselves in
And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
Like you used to way back when
Your arms could soothe me
When your arms could lift my weight
And i was hoping
you'd come and find me
and carry me in
Like you used to, Mama
When your arms could soothe me
When your arms could lift my weight
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2. |
Glass Ceiling
04:52
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The boy woke on the path of life
in cloth and stone
which had no names
He was given one which he could fill with meaning
He smashed the glass ceiling
No recall ever asking for this breath
Or these eyes to see
Or this soul of worth
Oh this soul of worth
Was gifted in a summer haze
With a tongue that knew not what it spoke
To tell where it'd been or when it woke
So it was he'd learn to stand on his feet
Make a mile and bend
To the edges that'd greet him
all the while and all the when
A gift in the summer haze
Smashing the glass ceiling
Call it straight
Call out loud as you can
Call in the whole damn marching band
A good man has hit the ground
And he's running
So it was he'd learn each man walks in a blizzard
Never knowing what's ahead
Only that if he darkens he'll miss it
and if he opens, it'll scar him
Scar him for good
Scar him for good
Call it straight
Call out loud as you can
Call in the whole damn marching band
Love what you do and do what you can
Oh my boy with crystal eyes and soul of worth
You blessed me with your birth
I lay you upon the world now
I lay you upon the world
I hope you keep your fire lit
I hope you keep your peace with in
As you walk the giddy wire
All the while and all the when
And go smash the glass ceiling
Call it straight
Call out loud as you can
Call in the whole damn marching band
I love you child though you walk as a man
Call it straight
Call out loud as you can
Call in the whole damn marching band
Coz a good man has hit the ground
And he's running
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3. |
Just Sayin'
03:32
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Turned on the TV
All that shouting
Blue flickering 'should be's'
I almost believed them
Outside is August green
And it so pretty
I lose myself and time
I lose myself all the time
Just sayin' it's gonna be fine
Boys bumping shoulders
Down the front stage
Coz it's easier to feel
Bruises are real
Kissed her at a red light
Porcelain cheek
Hair smell like vanilla
she lets it down
Coz it's easier to feel
Butterflies are real
Just sayin' it's gonna be fine
Say something nice
Sunrise
Make me smile
Carousel
Just say it's gonna be fine
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4. |
Out of the Water
03:34
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She was born on the bank
Of the swollen Castlereigh
She was born in torrential December rain
And when it comes
When it comes
It takes your breath away
Delivered by her father
Who lifted her and her mother
Into a mighty river gum til the morning came
And when it comes
When it comes
It takes your breath away
Oh my daddy could you
Keep my feet out of the water
Eight years old
Arrives her sister, little Stella
Eight years old
Her father takes her by the hand, he says
Lift your eyes
Halt the day
Your mother rides the milkyway
Oh my daddy could you
Keep my feet out of the water
Could you bring the stars back down
It's nearly 1920
Times are lean
A letter comes from Aftrica says
Bring that little baby to me
I'll raise her as my own
Oh my brother please?
Ten months old
She rides a ship across the Indian Sea
Oh my daddy could you
Keep my feet out of the water
Could you turn that ship around?
They say fact is stranger than fiction
They say truth always trumps a lie
They say she found some letters
Says she's from Adelaide
Her uncle's her father
Her cousin's her sister
And her mother rides the milkyway
Oh my daddy could you
Keep my feet out of the water
Way to make a woman drown
Oh my daddy could you
Keep my feet out of the water
Couldn't you bring the stars back down
Oh my daddy could you
Oh my daddy could you
Oh my daddy could you
Bring that ship back around
Oh my daddy
Couldn't you bring the stars back down?
Forty years on
Two sisters meet in Durbin
Two sisters hold each other
On the dock of that bay
I don't know what they spoke
But it takes my breath away.
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5. |
Guesthouse
02:59
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Sailor
Dry feet
Sampson and Delilah
Clueless as can be
What you been doing' lately, strong man?
Don't lie
He moves across the parquetry
Doesn't even creak
Would you bring me flowers
Did I even speak, oh
Surely there is something in bloom baby?
Oh love love love
Don't treat me like a guest house
Champagne and nescafe in a
Climate controlled dryness
Oh love
Go ahead and blow my mind
Limp and run, I
jump the gun
Standing under big yeller
Will cost you fella
Nina Simone's. baby
Don't care for shows
Oh love love love
Don't treat me like a guest house
Champagne and nescafe in a
Climate controlled dryness
Oh love
Go ahead and blow my mind
The bells still chime and
The dawn still rises
Autumn comes and blows its leaves
Right into the sea
And the violin has no strings
Oh love love love
Don't treat me like a guest house
Champagne and nescafe in a
Climate controlled dryness
Oh love
Go ahead and blow my mind
Oh love love love
Don't treat me like a guest house
Don't bring me no shoe shine candy apple
Pied piper kind of blindness, no
Love,
Feel free to blow my mind
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6. |
Pretty
04:50
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Must our rage look pretty too?
Demure in a gas lit room
Are you sure you saw it as it was?
You were barely breathing afterall, darling
He makes his way to railway station
Counting not all men,
Like that's an equation
Lets himself into her apartment
Takes her life as if he owns it
Cops said they are known to one another
Known he wouldn't stop
And known she needed cover
Must our rage look pretty too?
Is black and white too blood red?
Is black and white too emotional?
Is black and white something a man says?
Twirling dervishes in the parliamentary chamber
That's three hundred and fifty nine degrees of looking away
The media media commentators want to know
Was his mama too much
Was his daddy not enough
Why can't he keep his fists in his cuffs after dark?
The intervention sent her from the desert to the coast
Where she didn't know a soul
And he got to keep the keys and the house
And every little boy and girl in town
Saw how that played out
And the court room bumbles through
'beyond reasonable doubt'
While she gets her ear sewn back on and wonders if
Anyone picked her teeth up off of the street
All the while
Making women
Best
As less
With opinions about her wages, her hair, her body and her dress
But oh,
How we love to watch her naked
Viewing preference number one
Dominated and humiliated
Is viewing preference number 1.
And so on it goes
Down the escalator
To the children hiding underneath
The kitchen table
Must our rage look pretty to you?
You can sit on your hands if you want to...
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7. |
Christmas
03:46
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Saw you last night
In a dream my brother
We were standing in the shadow of the valley
You looked me twice
And we smiled at each other
For the gates were left open
You said 'don't tire from hoping
Tho the eye of the needle is thin.
Can you believe that it's Christmas and
God put on skin!'
Do you recall we were
Kicked out of the car
For laughing too loud
And walked home?
And when you choked on that sweet
That I stole up the street
You got me busted, you know?
You said 'don't go wild
For what they're peddling
Don't go drinking it in
Can you believe that it's Christmas and
God put on skin
And the mountains to the west
Rose from their nest
With earthquakes and trembling
And the good that you seek
Never did come cheap
And I said
Have you seen my mess
He said yes
And I've seen grace pouring in
He said 'don't tire from hoping
Tho the eye of the needle may well be thin.
Can you believe that it's Christmas and
God put on skin!'
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8. |
26 Degrees
04:16
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It's 26 degrees in heaven
With a low of 21
and the back roads we're taking better
Get us in that sun
I haven't minded the cold
Or the ferociousness of peeling skin
Coz I'm here
And its everywhere
Some say it's in the highlands
Some feel it in the desert dew
Some told me it was a root you took on a full moon
But I
Reckon it's in my bloodstream
My synapses and my sinew
I reckon it's everywhere
You won't need your jacket
And I'll call you free
No pretenses, arms folded
No scolded, 26 degrees
You won't need your jacket
And I'll call you freedom
No pretenses arms folded, no scolded,
26 degrees
Do you recall charging through the grass as
High as your chin when
The sky had turned yellow?
When the wind
Was the soundtrack to your kick ass speed?
You won't need your jacket
And I'll call you freedom
No pretenses arms folded, no scolded,
26 degrees
The whole thing's a wonder so,
It's no surprise
I came in undone
You didn't mind
The foot will b sure
There's no where to fall
We won't hurt each other
we won't hurt alt all
I gotta trust this
Justice
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9. |
Fragile Things
03:45
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Love is easy
Maybe it's a yellow dawn
A little wing
On a peach tree
It's a lick of flame
And of warm feet
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10. |
Bow and Arrow
03:17
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I think you have wings beneath your pack pack
I think you have lions in your hair
And if I am the bow and your're the arrow
I think you are gpnna go far
I think you make the world beautiful
I think you saw everything i did
And you'll do it better I think you heard everything I meant
And you'll do it true
Even your defiance is beautiful
I think you are going to go far
I think you make the wold beautiful
She lays her cheek into my palm she says,
I do not understand
We take the long road home
Curl our way along the coast
And let the sun sink in the sand
And sing as loud as we can
You are gonna go far
You make the world beautiful
It's true
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11. |
All In
03:56
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Meeting of the water
Meeting of you and me
Meet Murrumbidgee, Darling
Oh Murray, meet the sea!
I know this country and this
Country knows me
And we’re waist dep in the story now,
Too late to fear release
We’re all in
The river now
Though we come down
Different ways
We’re all in the river now
And we’ve gotta live
By the same
Some fellas came with
Ceremonial dust on their heels
My grand father came with
Hope and windmills
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Kylie Kain Inman Valley, Australia
Kylie Kain: poet, story teller; singer songwriter from the Fleurieu Peninsula, South Australia.
Lover of small things, which are big things.
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