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One Eye Open
02:49
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There she goes, crashing through the day - lurching straight ahead, spilling over her edges, getting in her own way. One eye open, the other not.
Her hands betray her, they want to play her for a fool, her feet they take her where she don’t want to go. She doesn’t know what else to do - she doesn’t know. One eye open, the other not.
She sees the world in colour, a swirling, whirling rainbow view, she feels there’s something she missed some time ago - a fragment, a memory, photo faded, torn in two. One eye open, the other not.
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Ghost Boy
03:39
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It is hard to be saying goodbye - trying not to cry. I know that I will see you again, Ghost Boy.
Perhaps by then you’ll be my friend, and we can talk as we walk round Back Beach into the wind.
Ghost Boy comes again, smiling light. Arms spread wide, reaching out to hold the world.
I hold the Moon in my hand, you have the Sun in your heart. I open my hand, you reach out your arms.
I miss you.
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Martyn
02:51
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When you went I didn’t know that I would miss you so. So many years have gone by, were you ever really here?
In my life I have seen so many big and little things. Some of these things I think about.
When I am still I dream, when I am moving I am the same.
When I am still I dream, when I am moving I wonder.
We were in our life for only a short time. You are in my heart now, and I will never let that go.
In my life I have seen so many big and little things. Some of these things I think about.
When I am still I dream, when I am moving I am the same.
When I am still I dream, when I am moving I wonder.
So, can you tell me is it safe to breathe again? Because some days it seems I can’t do much more than this.
In my life I have seen so many big and little things. Some of these things I think about.
When I am still I dream, when I am moving I am the same.
When I am still I dream, when I am moving I wonder.
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Magdalena
03:33
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From the edge of the sky, you look back, there’s the angel, she’s looking back at you.
She’s got a fire inside her, you can’t deny her, that Magdalena she’s an angel - that Magdalena
She will sing this song of Death and Returning. She will bring to you something you can’t see
From the edge of the sky, you look back, there’s the angel she’s looking back at you.
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Rising Tide
02:54
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I’ve found the way out of here - I just close my eyes, everything disappears, I close my eyes and float away.
Storm is brewing little by little, be careful or the tide it’ll hit you.
There’s a woman she’s out on the lake smiling and holding on to what she can’t see. She is holding on to what will always be.
Storm is brewing little by little, be careful or the tide it’ll hit you.
When I was young, death was so hard. Now that I’m older I can see my way. But the wind is blowing and I am cold.
Storm is brewing little by little, be careful or the tide it’ll hit you.
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Stardust
02:37
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If time could take this wind that’s blowing in again I would ride it to the end.
Watch you go, and going you’re gone. It goes on this time & on.
If wounds can heal like drops of water in the rain, then maybe I’d smile at you again.
Watch you go, and going you’re gone. It goes on this time & on.
My friend don’t lose yourself in this. I see you, your eyes are full
And I cry Stardust.
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Bones & Lies
04:27
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All bones & lies. Broken glass & knives. I am so sick of crying after you have gone.
Shedding some skin, where to begin? Inside out? Or outside in?
Winter’s at work, laying down his frozen gaze upon my head, I do not want to be cold again.
Shedding some skin, where to begin? Inside out? Or outside in?
Under the ground the snowdrops sleep, in the icy blue the clouds roll by. In my cold heart I sit, I wait.
Shedding some skin, where to begin? Inside out? Or outside in?
Sins of my father shall not rest on me. Sins of my mother, o Lord, let her be!
Shedding some skin, where to begin? Inside out? Or outside in?
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Falling Light
04:06
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She’s not coming back. She’s gone into the clouds that surround us all now & then.
Sometimes one good thing is enough, to carry you along. Let the river flow, carry you along.
When nothing is left of us, where will the shadows lie? The light will fall on nothing at all.
If the broken man comes here will he mend? If the blind man reads this will he weep? If the deaf man hears this will he cry?
When nothing is left of us, where will the shadows lie? The light will fall on nothing at all.
Folding moments together, rattling the dark, falling away. Holding on to the light. Hold on to that light.
When nothing is left of us, where will the shadows lie? The light will fall on nothing at all.
She’s not coming back. She is not coming back.
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In the Woods
04:36
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The sun ray’s shining through the trees, Glory Sun! Sparkle in my eyes.
someone’s been sleeping in my head
These shadows are crowded - 3 wild women wander this dreamy time
Fellow Travellers, hands of light, holding on, glitter bright.
someone’s been sleeping in my head
Wooden fingers wear grassy gloves - this heart beats stronger. My blood it’s hollow, dissolves me now, absolves me somehow.
someone’s been sleeping in my head
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My Wish
03:39
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these things I wish for you:
a luminous life, with just enough strife to show you your luminous life
these things I wish for you:
to steady your self, do still yourself, and breathe, be whole
these things I wish for you:
that when things fall apart - don’t let them wreck your heart
that you linger longest on your moments of joy
these things I wish for you:
a dreamfield so bright, to carry you and hold you tight
these things I wish for you
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Francisca Griffin Dunedin, New Zealand
Francisca Griffin, known as Kathy Bull until the mid 1990s, was bass player, guitarist and vocalist for 80s Flying Nun band
Look Blue Go Purple. She was bass player, guitarist vocalist in 80s - 90s band Cyclops
She released her first single since the late 90s: Falling Light in November 2017, and the spaces between January 2019.
She's played with Sandra Bell, Shayne Carter & Peter Jerfferies
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