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Mountain
01:31
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Coming down the hillside
You’ll come in petty threes
Settle in the farmland
Beyond the swell of trees
But oh no!
Oh no!
Your campfire stinks
Hunting boar and killing all
You’ll take what’s yours to keep
Cowboy boots and slinging hoops
You’ll march right through the town
And your path
It leads you to
The door of my old house
But oh no!
Oh no!
You’ll take just what you’ll keep
I’ll go up the mountain
If you promise to love me
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The angel played me a fiddle
The devil wrote me a riddle
So fickle
I refused
To play
So we danced a little
He took me under his sickle
Said death won’t wait another day
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
My time has come
At last I’m finally saved
Let them take me into their arms
And carry me away
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Some people run away
Some people take their blame
Most people talk their way
Out of harms hurtful gaze
Sometimes he holds me tight
Mostly he lets me roam
This is why out of all my men
I loved him the most
Why don't you come back to me?
My sweet, my sweet love
Sometimes I loan their love
Sometimes I buy
Sometimes I try to fit in a love that’s not my size
Sometimes I bleed them dry
Sometimes I must
Wander on
Or I’ll wait for his young love
Why don't you come back to me?
My sweet, my sweet love
Sometimes he loans my love
Sometimes he buys
Sometimes he tries to fit in a love that’s not mine
Sometimes he holds me tight
Mostly he lets me roam
This is why out of all my men
I loved him the most
Why don't you come back to me?
My sweet, my sweet love
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I know places we can go babe
I know places we can go babe
Where the high won’t fade here babe
No the high won’t hurt here babe
I know places we can go babe
I know places we can go babe
Where the highs won’t bring you down babe
No the highs won’t hurt you here babe
Don’t ask me when but ask me why
Don't ask me how but ask me when
There is a road
There is a way
There is a place
There is a place
I know places we can go babe
Coming home
Come unfold babe
The high won’t fade here babe
No the high won’t hurt here babe
So come lay
And wait
Now won't you lay
And wait
I know places we can go babe
Coming home come unfold babe
I know places we can go babe
Coming home come unfold babe
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5. |
Apple Tree
02:53
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It was a fruit based love
It was sour it was savoury sweet
With every honey kiss that you gave to me
I couldn’t help but ask for three
And the apple that’s always the sweetest
Is an apple that I can adore
But if I in turn were an apple
I’d be rotten through to the core
That’s just the way it was written
That’s just the life I have peeled
Freed from all of my labours
You gave me a lily and now it’s a field
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6. |
Interlude
00:42
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7. |
Messy
01:50
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Precaution came so true
Now the lesson’s learnt
I could wade for miles
Through the water
I have burst
Tracing scale and skin
Now the carpet burn
All the while I notice
The trouble turns
I’m buried I’m bruised
But I’m alive
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Sharing
02:50
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Let them in
Share the doubt
Breathe the oil in
And smoke smoke me out
I know surrender
For I gave it cause
For the song of another
I will dance
And I will crawl
Cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha
The soil and dirt
It nourished me
Grow garden green
From all that I have seen
Now you're throwing down
Can I light the match
Sharing spiteful gestures
All as fire catches
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
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What's Not Mine
03:19
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I paid the loan
I’m grateful for
What I got
Love it gracious
Patient
Potent
Gentle
And kind
And it waits for no one
Runs free and wild
I cannot tame
Cannot tame
Your frame of mind
And what I lost
A kindness so divine
And now it’s not mine
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Every time I’m flying
Their weight pulls me down
When I’m tired from fighting
They all seem to surround
All the peace that I have found
It was lilac the flowers browned
And our love was never found
Now all the years are changing
And we’ll all finally die
And all the love that binded us
We will finally lay down
And we’ll move so light and lean
Foot loose and fancy free
And dance circles with our defeat
It’s called growing old
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Love More
02:06
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Freedom came
Bittersweet
Once so nice
Now sour to me
Now you’ve gone
Found my way
Back to you
I followed warmth
And there I found you
Take a seat on foreign thrones
Through the fields and flowers I’ve grown
From our love
Found my way
Back to you
I followed warmth
And there I found you
Now I love you more
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12. |
Home Recording
02:17
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I’m a liar
I’m a thief
I’m a coward
Filled with grief
And my beasts
Are no match
For their armour
So stand tall if you must dear
The poise degrades the grace
Who would have thought
That I’d fill the whole page
I am torn at the waistline
I am worn on the hip
The flask it is empty
You drank your whole fill
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13. |
Honey-bee
01:42
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We are but normal
The gust to sweep
Goodbye old flower
The honey bee
You loved me lightly
I loved you dear
Goodbye old flower
The loving was fierce
I am the best man
But never the bride
I lost my flower
The river had dried
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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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