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Merri
03:12
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Merri, your water flows into the quarry
Where bluestone once lay below
But now the gutters are paved with your heart
And the hole is filled with clay
And fallen homes
Evening, when we ride into the valley,
Cool air and tannin sighs,
Allocasuarinas whisper the same song,
As the water follows home
And so do I
Down past the convent
And under river
And through the headland
And out to sea
Allocasuarinas
Whisper the same song
I will always follow you.
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Double Thread
02:46
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I always sew with a double thread,
A double thread around my neck,
Keeps me strong,
Keeps my head,
I always sew with a double thread.
My mother taught me how to sew,
I watched her well, as sisters know;
I still heed a caution now,
As you can see my furrowed brow.
There were many worries grown,
Lessons lost,
Overturned,
But I have learned through my own fault,
And so the thread is double taut.
I always sew with a double thread,
A double thread around my neck,
Keeps me strong,
Keeps my head,
I always sew with a double thread.
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Horseshoe Lake
04:22
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I slept in the bed of a horseshoe lake last night,
A cartridge crown and a shroud of silvery light,
Oh mirror of Mercury:
Am I poison enough to be -
Phosphate and DDT
I take my leave through the channels to the west,
I rise with the salt 'til the trees are white and bent.
Ploughshare of iron rust,
Return to me as red dust,
Now we're feeding the citrus trees,
Bringing your blood to me,
Am I poison enough to be -
Phosphate and DDT
And where I fall
You take me in,
And where I fall,
Oh fortune
Begin.
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Confessions
03:29
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May I confess to you,
I'm not the boy you thought you knew,
I'm tired and confused,
I never saw the change,
I never knew the pain I put you through.
May I confess to you,
I'm not the girl you thought you knew,
But maybe,
Over time,
We'll watch the waters rise,
And sedimentary gardens grow anew.
May I confess to you,
I'm not the one you thought you knew
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You can run, you can run -
But you will never, ever run
Truly free;
It breaks my heart,
Unbridled future’s not the plane we see.
I remind myself,
That I still
Want to grow old;
From recklessness,
To blanket,
And bowl -
Finding a home.
You can run, you can run -
But there will always be a pull at the rein.
From the heart to the head,
There is a wilderness of thought,
Unframed,
Like a wish, like a hope,
That I know,
Cannot
Come true;
I remind myself,
That sometimes it’s the things we don’t do,
That define us too.
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Japanese Mountains
03:44
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Japanese Mountains -
Please receive me,
I want to leave here.
Run through the cities
Crying and weeping,
There’s nowhere for sleeping when it’s light all the time,
Don’t ask about sweet dreams,
They’re not the ones that follow me,
Crying and weeping,
I run through them all.
Maple and cedar,
Paulownia,
Maple and cedar,
Seeds on the wind.
We all have our secrets,
And the ones who betray us,
But everything’s made up of
darkness and light.
Shinpai shinaede kuddasai
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The Other Side
04:15
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Rust red, at the start of May,
Sun turns your sap away.
Soft wood,
Shedding spine -
You take me
To the other side.
This is the first month I ever knew,
No spring child,
Just a season twice removed.
Millipedes, and fallen fruit,
Snails reach:
Silver tracks afoot.
Silver tracks a foot.
The pond is dim, but it is yawning wide;
You’ll take me
To the other side.
Make a boat from that husk of bark,
All along the bank,
Here - you see the mark,
There - you see the mark.
Moths are here (and their allies);
You’ll take me
To the other side.
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Spotswood
03:34
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Down by the river where the factories lie,
And the Westgate stretches across the sky,
I’ve lived north and I’ve moved south,
But I always return to the river mouth.
Out from the city all the secrets pour,
Through the pipes that were laid a hundred years ago:
Love and ruin in the straining wells,
Rags and bodies and teeth and gold.
A woman of science in the tower above,
Her laboratory a labour of love,
There she worked while the war raged on,
Never to marry or she’d loose it all.
When I was young,
I never knew
That I’d be brought back here to you,
No stranger thing than how we’re drawn
Back to the place from which we’re born.
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One by One
04:52
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Dust off the picture books,
Creaking spine as pages fall
In the hallway dancing.
Your coat hangs behind the door,
I stand beside it in the hall
Loose threads fall together.
Leaves fall around my shoes
Cushioning my soles,
Aimless walks in winter.
Clothes piled in plastic bags I meant to throw away,
Are they useful,
Am I grieving?
Go.
Why did you go?
After four years on the run,
Why did you come home,
Why did you come home,
With your bells and mistletoe;
Got your favourites on the wall,
The fairest of them all,
You couldn’t even call.
You couldn’t even -
Calls on the telephone,
Strange voice, You’re not alone,
I wish I was dreaming.
Waves wash over me
Down here I feel free,
I can’t hold my breathing.
Go.
Why did you go?
After four years on the run,
Why did you come home,
Why did you come home?
With your bells and mistletoe;
Got your favourites on the wall,
The fairest of them all,
You couldn’t even call.
You couldn’t even call.
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Loom
06:20
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Winding thread around a spool,
Insects gather at the light above.
They think it’s the moon,
And they’ll die soon -
Fall into the loom,
Pheromones and tears,
Are woven,
Into shirts for you.
By day,
Machines will make the song
That lives within my limbs all day long:
Pull and turn,
Twist and thread,
Wrapping skeins around my neck.
A sawtooth roof -
To catch the northern light (not the arctic kind).
Insects watch, from above,
Always there.
Always there.
They think it’s the moon,
And they’ll die soon -
Fall into the loom,
Pheromones and tears,
Are woven,
Into shirts for you.
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Rise Above
00:57
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On all but for the highest peaks
The snow will melt, the ice will speak,
From fractured faces tears will rain,
As white begins to show the stain.
On all but from the highest peaks
The tide will blanket cliffs to sleep,
Beacons call to warn ahead,
Sirens take you to the end.
Rise above.
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The Orbweavers Melbourne, Australia
The Orbweavers are Marita Dyson & Stuart Flanagan, multidisciplinary artists working in song, performance and visual art.
Their work responds to history, memory and place. They are interested in local waterways, industrial history and environmental change.
They have written and recorded 3 albums, co-produced by their greyhound companions, Fern (RIP 2018) & Susie, released through Mistletone.
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