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Other Impossible Things
03:31
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None of us getting out of here alive
And other obvious things
There's a moment when you're falling
That feels like flying
See, there, I did it again
I love it mostly when we
Sit in silence and we
Are not the people that we thought
I love it mostly when we
Are lost momentarily
Sharing that impenetrable dark
The person who taught me this chord
Is dead
So I learned it from you instead
And other impossible things
I'm on the cusp of a star sign
Two creatures, one heart on the inside
You say I'm more arrow than sting
I love it mostly when we
Sit in silence and we
Are not the people that we thought
I love it mostly when we
Are lost momentarily
Sharing that impenetrable dark
None of us is getting any younger
And other really obvious things
I think that love may be just déjà vu
The voice on the phone before it rings
I love it mostly when we
Sit in silence and we
Are not the people that we thought
I love it mostly when we
Are lost momentarily
Sharing that impenetrable dark
I think that love may just be déjà vu
And other impossible things
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2. |
Two Suns Once
03:26
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We were two suns once
Do you remember?
Bumped together perfect in a petri dish
We burned everything
And it went la la la la
We were two suns once
Do you remember
Touching where the daybreak
Shatters everything?
There was no way back down
And it went la la la la
Your mother called me today
By accident
I heard the smoke in her lungs
And I said sorry
Sorry
Sorry
I got a job in a store
I move boxes now
From one side of the floor to another
I'm trying not to break anything
And in my head I go la la la la
The doctor called me today
About the accident
I said you don't see what I see
And they said sorry
Sorry
Sorry
We were two suns once
Don't you remember?
Bumped together perfect in a petri dish
We burned everything
And it went la la la la
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3. |
70/30
03:44
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Push and pull anxiety
Terminal velocity
Yell it at a payphone
Tell it to the trees
Pins and needles open tins
Guru guru Googling
A puddle wolf with breath of steam
In loco down the street
I'm glad you made it this far
Although every day from here is unknown
In percentage we are 70 of water
I don't remember the 30 after
Maybe it's laughter
Maybe just the beating of a drum
Pull and push sobriety
Do these clothes resemble me?
Hangers ringing pick me pick me
Noisy naked kings
Speed at which we cease to be
Surgeon steady surgeon sleep
Never never do they sleep
There's something must be done
I'm glad you made it this far
Although every day from here is unknown
In percentage we are 70 of water
I don't remember the 30 after
Maybe it's laughter
Maybe just the beating of a drum
Terminal anxiety
Nothing's fair, nobody's free
Here, take this sun
And promise to make another
I'm glad you made it this far
Although every day from here is unknown
In percentage we are 70 of water
I don't remember the 30 after
Maybe it's laughter
Maybe just the beating of a drum
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4. |
Still the Feathers
03:21
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I wanted so to wish you well
On that road out into the dust
Where the wildflowers defy the rusty soil
And pose in peppered crescendi
And I wanted so to gather you up close
On our side of the line
But I know there has been gathering an old, insistent song
In that band between land and the sky
We held you - don't you know - we held you
Like the finest spider mesh
Around a suffering of sparrows
Still the feathers linger
There's a marker way out there
When the haze begins to clear
I've heard it said that you'll know it
By the changing of the birds
And the sea will roar promises
That the land could never keep
And draw around you like a curtain fallen
Before the show begins
We held you - don't you know - we held you
Like the finest spider mesh
Around a suffering of sparrows
Still the feathers linger
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5. |
Moonflowers
03:33
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I close my eyes
And the weight of you
Moonflowers, moonflowers
Moonflowers, moonflowers
The flood of awaken
The wisp of your hair
On my brow of you, moonflowers
Moonflowers, moonflowers
The tracks of my palms
In your hands
We two flowers, flowers somehow
In the side of the moon
Grown from a vision of water
I part my voice
And the thrum of you
Moonflowers, moonflowers
Moonflowers, moonflowers
I want to sing
Till the shores of you
Roll round me, moonflowers
Moonflowers, moonflowers
We two cool river dreamers
From a thimble of dew
We two flowers, flowers somehow
In the side of the moon
Bloomed from a memory of water
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6. |
Blood Donor
03:06
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I gave blood today
That's a good thing to do
Watched my cells spin round a centrifuge
I drank the bottled water too
Free crackers in plastic packs of two
I killed a river and so did you
I met someone today
They were talking to their shoes
Yellow socks with polka dots of blue
"I like to paint the things I see, do you?"
They said and asked where I was going to
I remember that I did not have a clue
In the library they come and go
Looking for books on Michelangelo
They sit in the sun in their favourite chair
Nobody wants to talk to them
The library people are tall and kind
Seven oh seven to seven oh nine
Oh the world out there is a lonely time
I went for a swim today
That's a healthy thing to do
I'd like to dive, but I'm not very good
Many people come in their costumes
It's very clean. That's what the filter's meant to do
I killed a river, and so did you
In the library they come and go
Looking for books on Michelangelo
They sit in the sun in their favourite chair
Nobody wants to talk to them
The library people are tall and kind
Seven oh seven to seven oh nine
Oh the world out there is a lonely time
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7. |
Post
03:25
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In this transaction, think of me
As just a body
I do.
My clothes unravel to the floor
A spent tourniquet
A reptilian inkling of the afterlife
My hands have not evolved
I will watch us from the ceiling
For love has no body
And nobody is safe from love
My hands have not evolved past the feeling
Of metal into metal
Glass into skin
Skin drawn to a veil, blood,
Blood in the memory
Memory in the blood
Yes. Yes.
You can touch
You can touch the scars
Share my anaesthesia
I will watch us from the ceiling
For love has no body
And nobody is safe from love
Nobody is safe from love
Nobody is safe from love
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8. |
Trying Meditation
03:33
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We're all hurtling through the void
At great speed, in the same direction
So stillness, I guess, is just an illusion
I'm trying meditation
But mostly I just want to sit here
Adoring you
Adoring you
I know, they know too
The whole world is screwed
If it's in my mind
All of space and time
Why can't I fix it?
Adoring you from a place of grace
Where nothing ever changes
Wet through with potential
Sparkling strangers
Cue the music, the beautiful dancers
Smoke and beats
Maybe an orchestra
Joy is a body language
Flower language
Sting in the eye of the thing
That is burning language
Mud in the fingers of the
Song of the heart language
Let us be still
Let us be still
I know, they know too
The whole world is screwed
If nothing is real
But how I choose to feel
Why can't I fix it?
We're all hurtling through the void
At great speed, in the same direction
So stillness, I guess, is just an illusion
I've been trying meditation
Track 9 is the closest to helping
But mostly I want to sit here, adoring you
I know, they know too
The whole world is screwed
If it's in my head
All this noise, all this dread
Why can't I fix it?
I know, you know too
The whole world is screwed
And still we keep on trying
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9. |
Measuring Permafrost
02:54
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That day she drilled
A small hole
Through the peat crust
And peered in
The soil so warm
Swarms of microbes fed in frenzy
As if the planet itself were boiling
How long is the question
How long is the question
That keeps them up at night
His data was similar
The columns and rows
Sealed tight in the corner
Their lonely tent aglow
In the softening Arctic
Sleeping bags touching
Breaths bumped in torchlight
How long is the question
How long is the question
That keeps them up at night
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10. |
The First Day
03:51
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Then the apple tree buds
Breaking winter’s skin
Like pebbles unthrown
From the lake we threw them in
Talking light and time travel
With mud all round our feet
You said the future’s not ahead
It’s behind us where we can’t see
Here is the first day
Of your life unlived
It's gonna be a long one
But you are loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Then the falling into you
Like the reflection of the fingery trees
Swimmers and drowners
Standing on their toes to breathe
And then the devouring
Two shadows into one
Well, neither of us moons
In this total eclipse of the sun
Here is the first day
Of your life unlived
It's gonna be a long one
But you are loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Then the apple tree buds
Perched out in rows
Maybe got an apple
Maybe gonna die, who knows?
You said, here, take this pebble
Smooth against your skin
There's a hole out there in the water
Where it came in
Here is the first day
Of your life unlived
It's gonna be a long one
But you are loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Here is the first day
Of your life unlived
It's gonna be a long one
But you are loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
Ooh you're loved in it
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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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