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True Enough
03:14
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True enough, Herman only had tea in his veins
In all kith and kin there are no famous authors
No famous chroniclers
Just hoarded up mementoes
True enough, believe me I ain't crazy but
I've a sort of sea feeling here
Here at home in Arrowhead
Berkshire, Massachusetts
Watching the cow eat and chew
She does it with such sanctity
And thus and thus
And thus and thus
Now all is ashes, now is all done
Hold up, have you ever even read it?
(Moby Dick!)
I don't think I need to
I can still hold it up as a warning
Hold it up when it's dawning
That one single thought will drive you mad
If you don't accept it or empathise
To the devil with you and your daguerreotype
To the devil with you and your daguerreotype
To the devil with you and your daguerreotype
It is forever over now
'Til we all fall fathoms
And thus and thus
And thus and thus
Now all is ashes, now is all done
To the devil with you and your daguerreotype
To the devil with you and your camera
To the devil with you and your nostalgia
For it is forever over now
'Til we all fall fathoms
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A Night in a Hotel
03:32
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The old hotel sat there
Taking cash only at the till
The coins just remind us we're incomplete
You don't eat veggie dumplings
Leaving too many for me
Like table salt to the sea-gods
It occurred to my feet to roll in
So I swam not knowing how to get in
Before the night started to throw it in
I took a double room
By myself, and I cried, "oh why?!"
As you whispered through the wall
Counting complementaries, I just sat there
We just sat there, and we never would again
An out-of-work harpooner brought champagne to our floor
All the while, all the whales spy-hopped through our doors
So I swam, and what a night!
Black inked and scorched with light
So I took a double room
In the belly of a whale
And you tore the doors aside
Quaking in a wreck, we're hot and stranded
Egyptian cotton seaweed all around
Bamboozingly, you ask, "Oh, wasn't there a wall there?
But I've never noticed that birthmark before!"
So I ran, and I turned in,
and I turned my head
And I took a double room
For your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
I've never slept better in my life
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Footfall
01:22
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4. |
The Stove Boat Song
03:13
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They call me Old Thunder
Call it hagiography
But I stole the fire when they slept
And they sing of my damning
And they sing for my death
I'll make 'em sing the stove boat song
You took a piece of me
I'm here to make peace with that
But it's hard to let some parts of you go
Now I can't feel the wind
I can't smell the salt
I can't sleep through the night til I find you
Oh we call, we call, for an old black swan
Or a boat with a hole in the hull
We're gone, we're gone, lost in the maelstrom
And we sing til the drama's done
I'm tired now so fuck it
Let's head back to Nantucket
It's been 35 years of this mess
But back there is everything except you
So why would I change here where I know what to do
I heard where there's wisdom, there is woe
And where's there's woe, well there's madness
And so madness pulls greatness in tow
As I walk above, unevenly, I’ll sing the along with you
Oh we call, we call, for an old black swan
Or a boat with a hole in the hull
We're gone, we're gone, lost in the maelstrom
And we sing til the drama's done
My bed is a coffin, so I'll sleep no more
I'll keep chasing til my leg gives way
Let god hunt us down
Let the water surround us
We'll rust amidst the green and blue
And once the stars become nameless
We can set fire to the pages
Cause I won't care what they'll write about us
Then we'll finally sing our own damn song
And I'll have been with you all along
Oh we call, we call, for an old black swan
Or a boat with a hole in the hull
We're gone, we're gone, lost in the maelstrom
And we sing til the drama's done
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Where have you gone?
I can head straight home
I hear your voice echoing upstairs and through the door
I have no choice
But darling I don't want to say goodbye
I'll be your mirror
And the rest is all noise
You'll be my voice
One blue and lonely whistling whale
Ooooh
But darling I don't want to say goodbye
(whistle solo)
It's never easy
When you're far away from here
It should be further
But I can't help but take you everywhere
I close my mind,
Turn off my heart
Shut it all down
And the mess we could have been
All I want is your pleasant company
As I'm floating out to sea
All I want is your pleasant company
All I've got the air that I breathe
All I want is your pleasant company
As I'm floating out to sea
All I want is your pleasant company
Your pleasant company
Your pleasant company
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6. |
Melville Lane
02:03
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He carved her number on a fence post just off Melville Lane
If he ever wants to speak to her again he'll have to come back this way
He walks to the waterfall all through the night
He lies on the scrapes to hear the sounds of explosions disappear
Quieter up here
Anyway, that's my day
And in the morning, he's still walking
Sewing kit by his side
Makes his way back, slowly, lowly, back to Melville Lane
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Tom Hogan Sydney, Australia
Tom Hogan lives and works on Gadigal land, Sydney. Celebratory songs, with a musical expertise that can only be described as “chaotic neutral”. His work is obsessed with myth, and authenticity, often taking cues from literature and other storytelling traditions. Known for his charismatic and mercurial live performances, he is also a theatremaker, podcaster and composer. ... more
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