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The Curse (4:15)
06:37
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The Curse
Genesis 4:15: And the LORD said unto him, Therefore whoso-ever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a mark upon Cain, lest
any finding him should kill him.
it was fouram on a Saturday morn
that he walked home through the trembling light of dawn
that he found her alone as he’d left her there
and that, without a word, he stripped himself bare
that he took the knife from his old coat
and that, without a word, he ran it through her throat
and to this day he couldn’t tell you why
she had to die
she was older than him, and wiser too
she’d seen things he’d never seen
done things he’d never do
he thought of her smile as he ran from the place
though memories fade, to the end he’d be lost in her face
and to this day he couldn’t tell you why
she had to die
he fled into the night:
sought the quietude of travel
but though he ran a thousand roads,
her dying face would not unravel
he shot straight through to Sydney
where the blackened buildings weep
but the burning lights and clacking trains
tampered with his sleep
in Melbourne he smoked opium
and it helped to keep him warm –
but it filled his mind with nightmares
all dripping with her form
he fled back to the country
where this nightmare had been born
to the white gums
and the quiet dawn
and to this day he couldn’t tell you why
she had to die
in cars and bars he talked to men
under the stars he talked to women
they told him stories
and he told them lies
sometimes his true story nearly let slip
it was a darkness clawing from his past
and the Kooris they all shunned him
another cursed man, but not the last
after a time he met a girl
a pretty girl to share his sorrow
he loved her like a saviour, she loved him
like tomorrow
he was older than her
someone she could trust
and her young curves
washed his pain away in lust
they got a place by the edge of town –
from the porch they’d watch the sun go down
and it was fouram on a Saturday morn
that she walked home through the trembling light of dawn
that she found him alone as she’d left him there
and that, without a word, she stripped herself bare
that she found that knife in his old coat
and that, without a word, she ran it through her throat
and to this day she couldn’t tell you why
he had to die
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A Father's Song
03:47
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A Father's Song
Who will care for you when I'm gone?
Who will comfort you in the night?
Who will hold your delicate hands?
Who will tend to your light?
I remember when you were born,
There was lightning in the sky,
All of us bowed our heads and we sang,
It was a wonderful night.
I remember when you first laughed,
The heavens rejoiced,
We all wept: you couldn't understand:
We'd been saved by your voice.
Who will care for you when I'm gone?
Who will comfort you in the night?
Who will hold your delicate hands?
Who will tend to your light?
I remember when you first walked,
All the world walked beside you,
I remember when you first talked
And all of your words were new.
I was there the first time you cried,
I felt like I couldn't breathe,
I won't be there the next time you cry,
I don't know where I'll be.
Who will care for you when I'm gone?
Who will comfort you in the night?
Who will hold your delicate hands?
Who will tend to your light?
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Fireflies
Verse 1
Dancing with a mouth full of birds
Listen to the echoing
Sounds shatter on the ice
A woman’s voice is trapped
Inside infinity
Fireflies seep from my skull
To hug the night’s trembling knees
Thrusting our bodies inwards
We burst a swarm of bumblebees
Verse 2
Surrounded me and lifted me to the wind
They are tiny dreams
Swarming on the innocent sleep
Crushing my serenity
Shaking all the leaves that have caked
Around my cold and squirming brain
Oh, there was a mist there was a flame:
Smothered by the small things
Bridge
And I sensed and abyss
And I closed my eyes
And I filled with light
And I’m grinning
Verse 3
I feel like Churchill Sipping whiskey
Hitler eating teacakes
I feel like Whitlam yelling ‘cunt!’
At gov’nor generals in his sleep
Bridge
And I swallowed the night
And I closed my eyes
And I filled with light
And I’m grinning
Chorus
Every moment is a moment’s perfection a thousand dreams are fulfilled every second a billion more are crushed to dust on the rocks of time: it’s all in the back of my mind
This is the place where I first saw her face her face that could trace the dimensions of the space where I found a tiny grain of sand took it in my hand and read eternity in it
Every moment is a moment’s perfection a thousand dreams are fulfilled every second a billion more are crushed to dust on the rocks of time:
It’s all in the back of my mind
It’s all in the back of my mind
It’s all in the back of my mind
It’s all in the back of my mind
It’s all in the back of my mind
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Johnston Street
04:56
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Johnston Street
The world goes on and on and us
Inside of it
I see it every time I close my eyes
The stars explode and die
In spite of us
While armies march while women kneel and pray
Beneath a speckled dripping moon
I came undone
I swallowed dirt and spat it out as gold
If the sun devour the earth will space
Recall at all
That songs and live once drifted through the void
Well there’s only one way to say….
I kissed my girl and felt her lips
Were warm and red
And I cried for monks and prayed for their release
I found god on Johnston street
And I left him there
Begging for change and the sound of the rain in his ears
And there’s only one way to say….
Can I take you to the edge of this storm? Where the meadows are drinking the mist?
Where the trees have forgotten their names? Where there’s nothing in the world but this: That life should go on and go on, like a flower that blooms on the sea, like a leper who dances and sings, like this river in me
That is free
And they say “Go on”
And it goes on
And it goes on
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Kinch Kinski Thornbury, Australia
Kinch Kinski played in a grunge band, then a gypsy band, then a psychedelic jam band and a covers band with a drill in it
called P.E.N.I.S, then a folk-pop quartet, then, in confusion, he went solo for a few years.
Kinch Kinski brings you strange songs for strange times.
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