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In Stillness, In Sound
04:28
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Wrote you a letter on my phone
Cos you’re not coming home
Breaking soft and sweet
Cos I can't make you speak
No I can't make you speak
With no address now to send it to
Once it was just me and you
Now you’re all around
In stillness and in sound
In the stillness and in the sound
Brother dearest mine
I’m just drifting now, losing time
Brother dearest mine
I’m just drifting now, all the time
All the time
And one of my sisters, she dreams of a bird
One she can’t save, and I know how it hurts
All of us waiting for the death bell to ring
So while we go on,
Tell me - why do we sing?
Why do we sing?
Why do we sing?
Why do we sing?
All the time
All the time
All the time
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2. |
Cycles
05:40
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And in the dream he is a bird
I’m teaching how to fly
And I know he has to go
He was born for this goodbye
Twisting, parting ways
Stretching out forever
To the sky
Oh, brother mine
The male line
And in the dream I see your face
Young and old at once
And our grandfather is there -
He’s combing out your hair
There is a cycle to all things
Some of us, we need help
To grow wings
So in the dream just see me there
Flowers at my breast
And in my hands are tiny seeds
They're blooming in a nest
There is a cycle to all things
Some of us, we need help
To grow wings
There is a cycle to all things
Some of us
We need help
Flying with these wings
Oh, brother mine
The male line
The male line
The male line
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Flesh To Flower
05:17
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Will it eat me gently, when it does?
Will it burn me softly, when it does?
Will soil return me gracefully to seed?
A gardenia, catching flight
to become the breeze?
Brother, tell me - did it hurt?
Or was it like being born again in the dirt?
Did someone hold your hand?
And did you dream?
Did you call the angels in?
Did you think of me?
Oh the room, it gets emptier
Year by year
And the veils that lie between our lives
Get thinner still…
Year by year
Year by year
Year by year
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Heirloome Australia
There is a giant lily that grows, slowly, in the Himalayas. For most of its life, it appears to be an unassuming collection
of heart-shaped leaves - until one day when it sprouts to 3 meters tall and unfurls in to angel-horn flowers.
For queer Australian artist Heirloome, a self-confessed ‘weird kid and late bloomer’, this flower is more than just an analogy - it’s a prophecy.
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