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Animal Sun
03:30
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Eating a pie
Sitting at a bus stop
Longing for love
Who am I
To be saying what you long for?
I just thought your eyes
Riding to work
Everybody's swaying
To the troubles that they
Lucky for the handles
All along the ceiling
Or they'd all float away
We're not gonna make it are we?
Human beings
Animal sun is shining
It has been there all week
I think it must be following me
By midday
I've seen eight acts of kindness
But none made the news
I'm writing them down
For it to remind me
To not read the news
No, I am not a robot
I can pick the squares
With the bicycles
And I know what I'm feeling
Just can't find it
On the form I'm required to fill
We're not gonna make it are we?
Human beings
Animal sun is shining
It has been there all week
I think it must be following me
Eating a pie
Sitting at a bus stop
Longing for love
Who am I
To be thinking what you long for
Is a longing for love?
No, I am not a robot
I can tick the box
That says it's so
While swaying from the ceiling
Feeling all the ground
Beneath me float
We're not gonna make it are we?
Human beings
Animal sun is shining
It has been there all week
I think it must be following me
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2. |
The Crow Switch
02:42
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Every time you say you want to die
I fight the urge to say me too
Like holding a crow underwater:
First you gotta catch the crow
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
I have a premonition
Maybe a superstition
Lost all my fingers
To a wishing well
Fishing for the penny
Our faded shiny penny
To pluck and toss
And try another spell
We can't love this way forever
Every time you say you want to die
A crow switches on to higher ground
Window ledging or a voltage wire
A worm catches where my words come out
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
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Sleeper
03:53
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Did the ancients have the Internet?
Quiet, I'm trying to sleep
It's been a long day
I'm waiting for the sands
And the years to bury me
The hearse was delayed
En route to the grave
A truck of frozen fish
Had overturned on the highway
We waited at the necropolis
With family we barely even knew
Some kids, running round, found a headstone
From 1792 and were very very excited
That’s a long time ago for them
Goodbye goodbye
I kept your flowers for the sun
That falls along my bedside
It makes me happier
And that's what you would have wanted
Though the day was quite cold
Those four thousand boxes of frozen fish
Would never ever reach the supermarket aisles
I can see all the gulls circling the emergency workers
Quiet, I’m trying to sleep
So, did the ancients have the Internet?
Or is that just another impossible thing?
Maybe jamais vu, where everything is new,
Even if you’ve seen it before?
I miss you already, just another century or more
How long till we’re stars again
Or at least the dust of them,
Minding our own business,
At the speed of anything could happen?
Goodbye goodbye
I kept your flowers for the sun
That falls along my bedside
It makes me happier
And that's what you would have wanted
Goodbye goodbye
I kept your flowers for the sun
That falls along my bedside
It makes me happier
And that's what you would have wanted
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4. |
Talking in My Sleep
04:55
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Mop and bucket and a shaky ladder
Reaching up to the surveillance camera
A moment of numb with
Soap in its eyes
Cats in a car park, pigeons on a wire
A pram holds a kid in a spell of mint
And chocolate to silence the crying
Did I ever tell you
What I never told you
Did you never hear me
When I was talking in my sleep?
Your side of the line
Is drawing circles 'round me
Hands in my jacket, masking a tremor
I'm sure it wasn't there before 2020
Or maybe, who knows?
Mop and bucket and a shaky ladder
Joined at the handle, rumble and clatter
Leaves in the gutters
The autumn unloading the world
Did I ever tell you
What I never told you
Did you never hear me
When I was talking in my sleep?
Your side of the line
Is drawing circles 'round me
Mall talk, small talk, frayed at the laces
Mop and a bucket,
The faces, the faces, the faces
War in the papers
Ever money for the bombs
Never money for our wages
Autumn unloading the world
The leaf clatter, street chatter
We could be so much better
But we settle for well
Well,
Did I ever tell you
What I never told you
Did you never hear me
When I was talking in my sleep?
Your side of the line
Is drawing circles 'round me
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Special Interest Flower
03:10
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The spell is never really broken
The spell is in the way
A bird keeps up along beside you
Out the window of the train
Send me a picture of a flower
Or the shadow of a flower
Or the shadow of a picture of a flower
By your shadow I will know we shared the sun
The spell is never really broken
The spell is how it goes
That things move so slowly when they're far away
But they're so fleeting when they get so close
Send me a picture of a flower
Or list of things about a flower
Or a list of all the places that the flower
And by my place then I will know
I've found the one
The spell is never really broken
The spell was here today
A window bird was keeping up along beside me
As if it were going my way
Send me a picture of a flower
Or your hands about a flower
Or a picture of a flower on a paper bag of seeds
And by the handful I will find a little sun
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Brendan Bonsack Melbourne, Australia
"Bonsack has one of those voices that fills a room with golden light" ~ Nkechi Anele, Triple J Radio.
This is a selection of Brendan's preposthumous works. For more music please head over to brendanbonsack.com.
Brendan Bonsack recommends:
A striking array of samples.
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An hypnotic and thoughtful collection of music from this talented artist, such intelligent blending of old world acoustic and new electronic instruments. Mesmerising!
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Everything's Coming Up Roses
by Dear Plastic
The dark lyrics, the haunting unaffected vocals, the lush silence between notes. Gorgeous music.
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The Same Mistakes
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Soft-as-a-whisper folk music, with spiderwebs of guitar and vocal melodies as comforting as a lullaby.
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Whispery indie folk from the UK, “Hard Work” cradles soft and gentle vocal melodies in a nest of acoustic guitars.
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Phototherapy EP
by Fahim Rahman
A collection of twinkling bedroom folk-pop demos from Fahim Rahman that arcs from hushed intimacy to sweeping cinematic emotionality.
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