1. |
Wood Wild
02:46
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Wild thing
Calloused tongue foiled
Jealousy
What a joy ride
Fostering
Harbouring a kind of hate
Could it be
Could it be
Could it be
Could it be
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2. |
Have Arms, Will Hug
03:09
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Flower garden
Bricks and weed
Summer’s ending
Slowly leaves
Ash and brown
Golden chrome
Always changing
Never home
Changing faces
Silk and robe
When leisure becomes pleasure
You have hit gold
It’s the same for love
(It’s the same for)
It’s the same for love
(It’s the same for)
Wanting nothing
But craving more
Trying to fly but feeling sore
Always eating
But never full
I’m picky with food
And it’s the same for love
It’s the same for love
(It’s the same for)
It’s the same for love
(It’s the same for)
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3. |
Good Thread
03:23
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It’s four in the morning
Saturday night
Red wine love blind
Now the fruit’s gone too ripe
Beneath
That Tuscan sun
That naked pink lady
Charged with the fight
Talking with arrows
And daggers for eyes
You’d ask me if I
If I’d ever felt that way
Friday is calling
I’m selling my tunes
I’m pedalling my woes to big empty rooms
Drowning myself
With a lover or two
A moment of summer
In the spring of when we met
A dazzling bright sunshine
It shines off my man
You ask me if I’d like to take this dance
My Tuesdays are lonely
Your money making moves
You rain down my main man
There’s no one else but you
No you’ll never know boy
All that you do to me
No I’ll never have it no
I’ll never have it as good as this
It’s four in the morning
Saturday night
Oh what a joy
That my man is by my side
There is no where else
Where I’d rather be
No you’ll never know boy
All that you do to me
It’s four in the morning
Saturday night
Oh what a joy
That my man is by my side
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4. |
Umi
03:02
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Carry me
Walk me to your field of gold
Spring it came
But it wasn’t here for long
Watering
Tending to the love I got
Like kerosene
Your name set fire to my lungs
These baby bones
My baby bird is all I’ve got
Swallow me
Wrap me in your linen love
Spring it came
But it wasn’t here for long
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5. |
Rosy
03:54
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It’s a full table
I’ve never felt more alone
I filled my cup with his bread
Warm and bowl
Chicken bones that get caught between my teeth
Pick them on my gold
For that knight to see
Said it loud
Said it clean
Though never loud enough for you to hear it seems
Know it’s gold
Know it’s good
But I’m not honest
If you came seeking truth
Oh Rosy
You said I’m brass
But I am gold
And these tables I am turning I am turning alone
The apple tree
Serves only me
And it bears sweet fruit for me to eat
Let it go
I am told
But the battle’s not over it still rages on
A bittersweet
Symphony
The battle of love is always eating
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6. |
All In Play
02:30
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Oh all my old habits dying you
Oh but I’ll keep my troublesome ways
That old flame extinguished
All in play
(All in play)
Oh so come and sing ole little bird
Fill my heart with the song
All your love
(All your love)
It melts like butter
All my love
(All my love)
It was the sun
Love me like there is no other one
Love me like there is no other one
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7. |
Oh No, Not Celery!
02:34
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I’ve been wasting time
With that love of mine
By the sea
I know his kind
Blood thick as water
Haven’t they told ya
I’m on my way to violet town
Why’d you go make me so lonely
All I want is for you to hold me
All night and through to morning light
Blood thick as water
Haven’t they told ya
I’m on my way to violet town
Why’d you go make me so lonely
I’m so miserable baby
Been blue
So blue
My whole damn life
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8. |
Tiny Feet
04:23
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If you’d take the seat
I’d like to know
The harbour he moored me in
Is empty and full of salt
I’m always on his shore
His land’s where I call my home
Sometimes we’re good at love
But only when it’s backwards
Don't forget me
Can it be bought
Could it be clean
Could it be saved
Saved for me
Don't forget me
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9. |
Phone Memo 1
02:11
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All this time that I’ve spent on my own
It was nice for a while
But I’ve forgotten how to say hello
Cold lovers smile
White Colgate bite
And all those thoughts
I’ll throw away
Into the pile
Now I only dream that you were mine
I wonder if you think of me from time to time
I wonder if I’ll see your face down the line
And all those nights
We share
Will fade with time
Now I’m gambling for your love
Oh you are
The start siren
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Edgar Hurley Melbourne, Australia
Edgar Hurley’s new addition of songs comes in the form of sophomore LP 'Have Arms, Will
Hug'.
Recorded and self-produced at home with a couple microphones, a nylon guitar, keyboard and other various instruments found around the house.
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