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Bathurst St
03:18
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Bathurst St
I can’t believe that I’m back on Bathurst St
The weatherboards and filigree hide most the same people from the heat
I don’t mind, don’t want to be seen
Not when I outdrank Bukowski lit the house like a Gatsby mansion
In the taxi told you don’t stop being her man
Her man
And made such a big deal of my leaving plans
On Tuesday I decide to brave the post office line
The boy behind the counter I faintly recognise
He calls me by the name he knows
And when my parcel doesn’t scan
Says ‘You here for a bit?’
‘Yeah’
And I picture his picket fence and pride-of-place sedan
But then says “‘fore all this I was livin’ in Japan’
Japan, Japan
And when it blows over, I’ll be making leaving plans
But it’s so cold to be waking up alone
And making up like this for all my wrongs
But I know better than to comment on the weather
When it’s bad and I’ve been gone for so long
Well I can’t believe I’m back
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Stare Down
02:17
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Stare Down
Don’t ask me what it means
I don’t go in for reading dreams right now -
I got my work cut out
I have spent a season here before baby
I know it’s sure to change me
Are you worried? Are you worried?
I might lose my pretty touch
Do I come to the city much
Well I can’t suffer through the smog
While I’m staring down the dog
I’m wary of the chick blinds
Letting in their slicks of sunshine
I know I’ve the weak and lazy mind of an opioid addict
Just watching kestrels work the paddocks
Watching dust motes from the attic move
Like regatta boats out in a blow
But I can’t make it to the coast
The highway crossing’s waterlogged
And anyway I’m staring down the dog
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The Marlin
03:50
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The Marlin
I know the water’s ‘sposed to be
Falling so majestically this time of year
But I can’t see shit from here
Tourists blot the chain link fence
Arms out in the act of capturing evidence
But I’ll be making no attempts at taking
Something I’m not feeling
Driving ‘cross the rare flood plains
Quiet with how much and how little it rains out here
Like it wont be bound by the calendar year
But it will be bent and it will be changed
A kid could tell ya something strange is going on
I can’t keep the mould from growing on every fucking inch of my rental ceiling
Just like that my head comes back to money
How can it not when you’re buying every round honey
I’ll get it together
I’ll get it together
I’ll get it together
I won’t take the weather out to dinner darlin’
To the Royal, or the Ram’s Head or the Marlin
What a pretty pair of drinkers
I’m all yours hook, line and sinker
In the carpark swayin’
And there’ll be nothing I need to be sayin’
[instrumental]
Rosie says she’s gotta be
Taking her health more seriously - and i get it
So I guess I let her be
But maybe it’s the bumper stickers, hard times, full time RM Williams lickers
Gettin’ on your nerves babe
Or a hundred ways of seeing a curve
Or just being at work
And we been working,
I been working,
And I’m honest when I’m kneeling
But is there something I should have been stealing?
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Cathy Diver Canberra, Australia
lutruwita/Tasmanian raised folk & alt-country, writin' about stuff I see round here
Co-founder and artist on Undine Records !
profile pic cred: Claire Warren
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