1. |
Cool Days
03:14
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I’m in love, feels like I’m winning
Weighing up what I’m feeling lately
What about all of your cunning
I have to say I’m not okay with it
I’m in love with I call
It’s a foreign light
Shining bright
I fall for it all
One can’t even sight
What’s right
Cool days
Come and stay
No pain
I’m okay
I’m in love a symbol of living
Silver veins sore and showing faintly
Accolades a sense of glowing
Carry false to where my boredom lies
Growing pains it’s all the same
Dialing inward help
Running miles
Falsely tries to realise
This shoulder resides
For your wet eyes
Cool days
Come and stay
No pain
I’m okay
Pursuit a place where stillness stands
Save the date
And know the earth will wait
Cresent sun and filtered rum
Hold your glass up
And cheers to a good lesson done
Cool days
Come and stay
No pain
I’m okay
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2. |
Right Way
04:13
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You are one type of mind
So only speak your kind
Categorize each word
To match your profile blurb
I called your mothers bluff
She didn’t like that much
A coffee stain in in grooved
A mark to show your wound
What’s in your hand
I’m packing all essential needs
To help me breath
I’m on your side I might be wrong but it’s the right way
Stay in your stride before you’re forced to think nicely
Summed up in one small notion stick by your line and don’t cross me
Perfectly microwaved
The food you didn’t crave
A seamless human wealth
In plastic cups for health
Small talk for larger toys
Discuss communal voids
Please don’t discredit me
Until you’re on your knees
What’s in your hand
I’m packing all essential needs
To help me breath
I’m on your side I might be wrong but it’s the right way
Stay in your stride before you’re forced to think nicely
Summed up in one small notion stick by your line and don’t cross me
I’m here to stroke your back
Until you relax
Your thoughts are safely kept
You’ll soon forget
I might be wrong you’re in the right
I’m in the front you’re in the back seat
I’m on your side I might be wrong but it’s the right way
Stay in your stride before you’re forced to think nicely
Summed up in one small notion stick by your line and don’t cross me
Don’t cross me
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3. |
Insecurity
03:14
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Hold my glass I’ve got a trial
With a helpless child
Listen boy I’ll prove a pointless point
For the sake my own drive dramatised
I got away with words
It’s what I call insecurity
It’s all but a ploy to hide my own immaturity
For good for worse
Rub those eyes I can see your tired
Have I crossed the line
Hold me tight I’m loosing all sight
For the sake of my own drive dramatised
I got away with words
It’s what I call insecurity
It’s all but a ploy to hide my own immaturity
For good for worse
Trip on soft ground
Wince at the sound
Big sighs it’s grand
Aaah Aaah
Indefinable dwindled and distilled
Keep crawling down and deep
I got away with words
It’s what I call insecurity
It’s all but a ploy to hide my own immaturity
For good for worse
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4. |
Teenager
03:02
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I feel like I’m resorting back to being a teenager
I won’t deny it
My head’s exploding
Catch my breath and soak her depth in so much love
You won’t regret it
Denote the heart strings
Circles round the garden
I want to feel a throbbing bee sting
Did you die for me
Differentiate what’s real
You won’t remember
It’s just a fuzzy state
I feel like I’m resorting back to being a teenager
It’s contingent with the traffic lights
Four steps back peer through the cracks and hear that pulse
It’s a reminder
Of your former self
Circles round the garden
I want to feel a throbbing bee sting
Did you die for me
Differentiate what’s real
You won’t remember
It’s just a fuzzy state
Come here baby
Dip down in my company
Headrest headache
Warm battle of melodies
Ease
I feel like I’m resorting back
I bathe in pink silk
So smooth to touch
Radiant florescent dew
blue silver dots
on my forehead
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5. |
Dreaming
03:42
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I’ve been dreaming of you
Every single night
Nine to five, nine to five
I’ve been inundated
In a rolling trance
Blending lights
Now’s your chance
No one dare doubt it
Where’s my grip
No one cares about it
Where’s my grip
Come to life
Going on to need it
Going on to find it
Maybe I’m still dreaming
Don’t come running back
I’ve been trying
To make light of it
Foreign signs
You know that
Only human nature
Urges overrun
Falling thin
Moving on
How about a statement
Forget what I’ve done
Falling thin
Must stay numb
No one dare doubt it
Where’s my grip
No one cares about it
Where’s my grip
Come to life
Going on to need it
Going on to find it
Maybe I’m still dreaming
Don’t come running back
I’ve been trying
To make light of it
Foreign signs
I’ve been falling for simple lie
It’s all different now
Don’t come running back
I’ve been dreaming of you
Only deemed it lust
Nine to five, nine to five
No one dare doubt it
Where’s my grip
No one cares about it
Where’s my grip
Come to life
Going on to need it
Going on to find it
Maybe I’m still dreaming
Don’t come running back
I’ve been falling for simple lie
It’s all different now
Don’t come running back
Going on to need it
Going on to find it
Maybe I’m still dreaming
Don’t come running back
I’ve been trying
To make light of it
Foreign signs
You know that
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6. |
Appease
03:18
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Moments like these
You will begin to appease
Liquid stars
You are a speck in fine skin
I’m held by strings
A brightness silver glistening
Incomplete without blue light
A steady slow feel of humbling
Oh disappearing moonlight
All about your fate
Coming back over
Oh disappearing moonlight
All about that gate
Opening wider
Moments like these
Luna decides on the waves
Molten glaze
You will take on a new phase
I’m held by strings
A brightness silver glistening
In complete without blue light
A steady slow feel of humbling
Oh disappearing moonlight
All about your fate
Coming back over
Oh disappearing moonlight
All about that gate
Opening wider
Silent silence
Blushing in the dead of night
Cold sweat when you rise
Blood tied
Swept mind
A common tale of sadness
Realising you am I
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7. |
Angulate
04:22
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Holding this trap
For a life in your grasp
What do I have to say
Love and adored
What will you score
Ferment your idea of me
I won’t win this fight
Angulate your heart
I won’t be your find
Interrogate you heart
Awakening tempt
To wave off your sent
Sorry sorry is all that I said
Body in sweat
Wide eyed in bed
Hold back my own strength
I won’t win this fight
Angulate your heart
I won’t be your find
Interrogate you heart
Hardly wrong
Your not my storm
I’m all but worn
I won’t win this fight
Angulate your heart
I won’t be your find
Interrogate you heart
Hardly wrong
Your not my storm
I’m all but worn
Hardly strong
I’m always wrong
Rule of thumb
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8. |
Emotional Intelligence
03:56
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Stay here a minute
I’m not trying to forget
Waste your seconds
I fear that I’m too late
I hope there was a measurement
To get us through this sentiment
Just before an existential crisis
I’m not alive
I must survive
I’m under a false interpretation of this wicked world
Just about to hit something so heavy
Stay here a minute
I’m not trying to forget
Waste your seconds
I fear that I’m too late
To heal for you
To heal for you
Look for out a red eye heart shaped radar
To scope out high end affluence
Tell me now does that make you feel better
I’m not alive
I must survive
Stay here a minute
I’m not trying to forget
Waste your seconds
I fear that I’m too late
To heal for you
To heal for you
Body ignite
I fall for you tonight
Body ignite
I fall for you tonight
Stay here a minute
I’m not trying to forget
Waste your seconds
I fear that I’m too late
To heal for you
To heal for you
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9. |
Grey Area
06:06
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You’ve got so much to look forward to
Hard to realise effort over feud
Overhauled with thoughts to fuel wrong sight
A hard earned buck to make it all worth while
In a grey area
Search a pond
In a grey area
Don’t respond
Work it out work it out
Slap yourself without convincing doubt
Work it out work it out
Set yourself with promise and shout
No one warned of how things turn about
What’s it like to have it all worked out
Stand and face the wall and watch the news
Overhauled with egger eyes what’s new
In a grey area
Search a pond
In a grey area
Don’t respond
Work it out work it out
Slap yourself without convincing doubt
Work it out work it out
Set yourself with promise and shout
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10. |
Eplilogue
03:50
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I was fighting
Watch my breath
Watch my fingers twine
A sigh of fleeting
I’m a waste of time
I am a sifter through
Flicker out the dust
Stop wait don’t rewind
Serve me if you must
I’ve fallen near by
Your insufferable mind
I may wander inside
Open windows
Feel the scent
A gesture of your luck
Make it easy
Drink perfume
Can I leave this room
Search the sunken ash
Rummaging for eyes
Come baby don’t deny
Hundred million miles
Burning sighting
Your invited
I’m just sick and tired of fighting
What’s my moment
Take a step back
I’m still learning
Give me air
I am a conjurer
Performing for the wild
ode to the ground at last
Throw me your red flowers
Burning sighting
You're invited
I’m just sick and tired of fighting
What’s my moment
Take a step back
I’m still learning
Give me air
Nothing ever lasts
Soon your time will pass
Nothing ever lasts
Soon your time will pass
Nothing ever lasts
Soon your time will pass
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Clea Brisbane, Australia
Clea’s music is a collection of moments, a living-breathing document of life’s rich pageant. Never wanting to repeat the same thing twice, Clea sees constant renewal an integral aspect of her creativity and life, and therefore finds it hard to confine to one sound. ... more
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