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Lyrics - Bliss
Bliss
Bliss, I’m surrounded by this bliss
Tendril wrapped inside my hand
I’m enchanted by your name
Bliss
Falling gently from the trees
Bury my bones with their leaves
This is all that I can leave
I’m old
Enough
Colourblind man
I’m a colourblind man, I sought to hurt no one
From Paris to Pakistan, it’s like I’m staring at the sun
Unknown is the hurt I perceive, I try to understand
Well known is the hurt that is you, the victim of a colourblind man
You might see a child, fall from my hollow eye to bring you, to your goal
You might hear a laugh deep within the dark, a laugh is good and evil, that has collided
Passed hand to hand, a servant once and always
Celebrated and curse, the apple in your garden
Close by your skin as you walk, a dirty weight at your side
Funny, I am not your, I’m colourblind
All your cries are a silence to me, I am the power you need
Colourblind I serve all that hold me
All I need
Is your fear
The Ambassador
I made my favourite connection
To a world that I adore
And she made me fall in love with 2004
She was ambassador that year, I believe that she said
And it hits me like a ten story water bomb head
The officious mischief, the absence of lies
She held me down with diplomatic ties
In a velvet embrace, she kept the lights on
To imagine a glasnost scene
This special liaison with the speed of a train that could crash into china
And pull back again
The sparrow sang songs of pulling triggers on plastic gun
The Ambassador has come
With the speed of sound
Of promises whispered
That could shake the very ground
The Ambassador has come
And the stupid passers by
Couldn’t see the history we made with their disapproving eyes
The lipstick and phrasebook
She kept in her purse
She had a duty to Europe and a travellers curse
Taken for five weeks, with a passport in hand
With pathetic timing
Save the romancing kind
We had similar accents and different coloured eyes
We danced on the red tape the embassy did demand
Then a plane went north on a stinking night in my head
Leaving long john notes and an extra space in my bed
Is the Ambassador dead?
Sad songs had me doubled over on the warehouse floor
Sleep came to my diet but I wanted so much more
And I yearned for the photographs, clippings and notes that she sent from the aeroplanes buses and boats
And like green to a field that has been burned
The ambassador returned
With the speed of sound
Of promises fulfilled with the touch of aeroplane wheels on the ground
The Ambassador has won
And the stupid passers by
Couldn’t see the history we made in their disapproving eyes
The Ambassador has come
Aeroplane Dreams
Baby, I’ve been having Aeroplane Dreams
I’ve been fraying at the seams
Each time you’re gone
I’m running
Through an empty customs gate
And by a tragic twist of fate
I get it wrong
Baby, Aeroplane dreams
They run right over me
The lights don’t shine on me
Don’t shine at all
Aeroplane dreams
They take you further from where you belong
There’s a shadow
Hanging on my bedroom door
And it grows each time you’re gone
It getting broad
You see me
As a halo in the wind
Like a weather damaged wing
A precious stone
I hold on to you
My mind holds both your hands
But when I wake up you’re not there
Skin Hunger
When all that you wanted was me
Then the baby you felt kick inside
The house and the land would cause ruin
You’ll never be satisfied
You’re not satisfied
You’re spirit grows cold
But with every new trinket
For a moment you glow
You couldn’t give what I give
I couldn’t take what you take
The hunger strike silence
Covers our hours
With all of the love we don’t make
You never want me to leave
You say that it hurts where I touch
You say I never tell you I love you, you say I love you too much
The silence grows heavy on us
The baby night cry is a hall
I wonder if you hear it at all
I pad down the floor wearing thin
Wearing my skin down to skin
You turn in your sleep
A jittery body of stone
Even here inside your dreams
It’s worn like it isn’t your own
You couldn’t give what I give
I couldn’t take what you take
The hunger strike silence
Covers our hours
With all of the love we don’t make
You never want me to leave
You say that it hurts where I touch
You say I never tell you I love you, you say I love you too much
Honey I can only give, I’m programmed to bleed into dust
You make me as grey as the dawn you make me as strong as you must
Polish my place on the floor
Bounced between two yielding walls
Just wait til the door opens wide
It’s into you that I fall
I couldn’t give what you give
You wouldn’t take what I take
The hunger strike silence finally broken
With all of the love you can’t fake
I never want you to leave
Sometimes I bleed when you touch
You say I never tell you I love you,
You know I love you too much
The Cardinal
One day the Cardinal was staring at his door
With a teacup in his hand and his mind empty of patience
I have none of the grace, he cried , that I am searching for
I am a body without urges
I’m a mind turned in on itself
Surely the fishermen did not intend to hide
The word in golden suitcases where nothing can be found
I am so tired of my life and of my pious pride
I care nothing for my legacy
Or what the pontiff wants me to be.
I am sure that something deep within my robes
Wants me here alive
I am bound to cause you agony
Just to see
If every crucifixion victim
Is praying to survive
The Cardinal, he went outside
With a gun in hand
He shot a turtledove back down
As if escaped the Vatican
He stared at the Cardinal’s crest
Created by a bullet and a man
The doves eye was a peace
The wound was slowly yawning
The Cardinal, he looked skywards and he said
I have given you fair warning
Slowly bleeds a saviour
Deeply dives a dove
Inside the skin of all the red blood of a Cardinal
Waiting
For God’s love
Velvet
So you’ve been, down this way before
So I won’t mention the monkey at the door
Subtle earthquakes, shaken with a paw
There’s a problem with a girl
She’ll crawl inside a bottle made of stone
When she’s comes, the magic’s all her own
Lights out, tides are moving slow
This is how Perry Mason felt
It just lies at the top of your bed,
It’s all in your head, all in my head
Then she’ll come around
Hold me down Velvet
Sorted me out, sorted me out
She’ll turns away
To a temple made of walrus and tradies and images of clay
The worry creeps back into her head
She only needs a friend tonight
But you keep the rabbit in the crosshairs of your site.
It just lies at the top of your bed,
It’s all in your head, all in my head
Then she’ll come around
Hold me down Velvet
Sorted me out, sorted me out and the press sleep again
You’re talking through wounds, wounds that speak louder,
The more that you clench them, the more that I move
Hold me down Velvet sorted me out
She won’t pass me a body already betrayed her
But I can rock you through the night
Eliza and Cormac
You never stop asking me why
Your future cut like tiger stripes across the sky
Your laughter pulls me from a dream
Eliza Jean
You are the mark left in the sand
I’ve touched a planet in the palm of your hand
Your pulse means we’ve won each game
Cormac James
Between the days the night time finds its place
The world is gold and quiet when my hands can touch your face
I close my eyes you both remain
Eliza Jean and Cormac James
This Falling Man
The central explanation was a place that I could run to
When the word fell from papers declaring me the walking dead
God dances high upon the waves of the pacific and she whispers that she loves me but to you it is unsaid
A cross, a cross a crossing is a journey to an ending
To a place inside a circle carved into a prison wall
And I can wear a cross just as the paper wears a crest it is a
Free countries insignia, officious and small
I have learned to dance inside my chest
My daughters will be free to feed the babies at their breast
Even birds that fly are trapped by feathers
You cannot let me live outside these walls
I know that it will end with a face a prayer an agony
That’s done in Allah’s name or at the pleasure of a lord
But if I know I’m transient a name written upon a beach a song into the wind I will not fear the final sword
Although my lips will never feel the air of sweet Australia,
My hands not rake its dirt, my tongue not taste it’s fruit
I am as free as fire that will burn all of my papers
That will swallow all my ashes, I am my own tribute
The passing of the hours and the love of my daughters
Are the only things remaining in my life still wholly true
In order to escape those men I had to become one of them
I could not fool them again, although I have fooled you
I am tainted by my enemy, whose shadow lays within me
Tainting all the prayers I sing each hour I’m alive
My hands are not bloodless and my soul is not a hero’s
That the children of a hero, would never have survived
Blissful
Bliss,
Knowing that there is no end
Knowing surely that I’ll end
And in the end.





