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Kensington Fevers
02:40
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what good god would make this problem
awake with the rubaiyyat
skin is warm, and memorises yours sweetly
roseville chase is somewhere i am chasing
ever in my sleep
and the prophet said, good god
a seraph tipped me with her spear
and on the note she wrote
'i'm sorry, never ever again
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Suburbs Like Seas
02:43
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broad were the tracks, between the carriages and people
cheering from the riverbanks and the cathedral
christening this beast of steel
holy water lubricates the wheels
inshallah divinity will steer
oh, hobson's bay, straight from princes' bridge to richmond
my shaking legs as the water rushed beneath us
the suburbs they extend like seas
power lines stretch to the pier
inshallah what will become of me
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Jordan, East Brunswick
03:44
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there's no more motion in your lips
loss of colour in life and limbs
god did take you to a place
though your body still warm, the flesh is inhospitable
in my dreams i'm kicking and screaming
waiting for you to come down back to earth
but what of the heaven i made of us two
the only heaven i knew was inside you
now i'm the saddest funeral singer
a monster of medication and scissors
scaring away my family and friends
please tell me when this will end
i'll eat the freckles off your face
i'll read books sacred and profane
but nothing i do will suffice
you're tattooed under my eyelids each night
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Port Philip Dirge
03:00
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lions feed on the carcasses of rabbits on your porch
and there's no rabbit proof fence where the highway eats the road
i'm doing fine, i'm doing well, you croak in our version of morning
southeast of jerusalem lies our very own wall of wailing
kiss me with your mouth open unlike the last time
i wont let my legs open unlike last night
a boy on his back, a fowl in spring, iron in your bones
but there's no ore beyond the shore where i try make my home
a settler, a colonist, i fold my prayer rug
the dome of the rock, a compass, a song, i don't need any drugs
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stepping into your house, opening a body
opening the door, away from the murky windy night
i don't want to go outside
your father's record player is chipping in the middle
and the crucifix on the fridge is a little bit unstable
but the metaphor's unstable, when i see you walking by
if i wasn't a man of faith, then i sure am tonight
your room's a boat of lanterns, held aloft by magazines
the only home you own in a rented house of 3
and understandably, you're comfortable inside
i tore into your bed, you tore into my clothes
you wanted to feel something, i wanted to feel less alone
so i took a train to see you, because nobody wants my face
i've only got 4 days here, then you've got somebody else
you are a piano, both black and white keys
you were manufactured from mahogany
and branded with the surname, of your family
my fingers on your fingers, crawling nervously
over the sheet music that i could never read
so i'd never learn to play you, gathering dust in your home
i wish that i could see you, but i'd best leave you alone
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dreaming in fevers and punching on walls
against where the drywall hits the marrow of your skull
and you'll try to stop me with ambulance alarms
but i'm not unwell i'm just going through a lot
hide all the knives, use the scissors just for art
as inch by inch we sleep a little more apart
borders of blankets and tollways of scars
we're always arguing everywhere we are
you were always scared so you stayed inside
i yelled at you, you threatened suicide
i grab the razor and it still cuts your arm
we cry in the shower as I bathe in your blood
your mother calls you and asks if you're well
you lie and say yes then asks how can she tell
given away by the bruises on your mouth
i am not hurt mom, i'm just falling in love
i am not hurt mom, i'm just falling in love
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