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"Where we Land"
- "where we land" cremation of care 05/05/14
- unorthorised beats by: "opiou snorkle"
- @copywrite of "fuckwit studios"
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- I'm half asleep, jetagged, weak
- walking down the terminal
- tryna' find my my feet
- No more luggage to carry
- just the city and me
- taking insulin shots
- because the journey's end's sweet
- In this airport of drones we are each to our own
- And like a once caged bird
- back to the nest I have flown
- Waiting for a cab ride seems like forever
- just wana get home, just wana remember
- It's been 12 long months since I left you Sydney
- After missing several flights, themes the brakes of chronic drinking
- But this loyalty deep in our hearts for each other
- will survive through time like a baby and it's mother
- I could sail these seas captain, but aye there's holes in that plan
- coz this purple moon cocoon runs deeper than sea and land
- Soul in transit for years, when out sprung a butterfly
- my blue sky, Jamaican high, samurai air supply
- Driving home in the cab I put the radio on
- not really listening, just humming along
- The taxi driver asks me "are you staying long in Sydney?"
- I reply "I've met someone and I'm starting a life with them"
- We can't afford champagne strawberries dipped in cocaine
- but this terminal love is "mile high" insane
- Walking down the tarmac, a million hearts in one hand
- falling roses from above
- Petals know "where love lands"
- En route to to Perth, Melbourne, Broome, Long Island
- Argentina, Philadelphia, New York, Harlem
- Adelaide, Tasmania, Beirut London
- Uluru, Canberra, San Juan Auckland
- But I don't wanna travel this planet I once roamed
- now I know my greatest "trip" is waiting here at home
- All I wanna do is hang out with my boo
- in our trackie pants, thongs; watch a dvd or two?
- Fuck the planes, fuck the trains, fuck the automobiles man
- fuck the world, we've got it all
- In these streets, where we land
- Walking in to dim tea lights, candles sparkling, enchanted, bright
- Romance blossoming as we dine, in vintage chairs, sipping wine
- Send me a postcard from France, I have it all here in one glass
- I don't need to take a journey to the isle of Mikanos
- I just use my neighbour's pool, invite you for a sizzle up
- I could party like Montana in the streets of Sao Paulo
- But I can run like a bull on my local cappucino
- Staring for hours into my lover's eyes, I grow a rose...
- Petals of love falling all around our feet, we don't oppose
- This nature vapor or whatever the nomenclature?
- A chemistry remedy, our hearts in floral alchemy
- Nocturnal soul lil o quiy your spirit floats inside of me
- I could sail these seas captain, but aye there's holes in that plan
- coz this purple moon cocoon runs deeper than sea and land
- Soul in transit for years, when out sprung a butterfly
- my blue sky, Jamaican high, samurai air supply
- Driving home in the cab I put the radio on
- not really listening, just humming along
- The taxi driver asks me "are you staying long in Sydney?"
- I reply "I've met someone, and I'm starting a life with them"
- We can't afford champagne strawberries dipped in cocaine
- but this terminal love cures all, it's mile high insane
- Walking down the tarmac, a million hearts in one hand
- falling roses from above
- Petals know "where love lands"
- En route to Perth, Melbourne, Broome, Long Island
- Argentina, Philadelphia, New York, Harlem
- Adelaide, Tasmania, Beirut London
- Uluru, Canberra, San Juan Auckland
- But I don't wanna travel this planet I once roamed
- now I know my greatest "trip" is waiting here at home
- All I wanna do is hang out with my boo
- In our trackie pants, thongs; watch a dvd or two?
- Fuck the planes, fuck the trains, fuck the automobiles man
- fuck the world, we've got it all
- In these streets, where we land
- So now I'm back in Melbourne
- And nothing much has changed
- I used to call this state my home but now my energy is drained
- Every day I'm away from harbour views and blue skies
- Is salem's ghost whispering, "drink that fatal glass of wine"
- But I have to stay strong although my body is weak
- Because keeping the faith is the only thing that speaks
- To the eternal complexity of nothingness in my soul
- When there's nothing else to live for throw the petals and watch them fall
- When there's nothing else to live for throw the petals and watch them fall
- When there's nothing else to live for throw the petals and watch them fall
- When there's nothing else to live for
- ***********************throw
- the
- petals
- and
- watch
- them
- fall *************************
- I could sail these seas captain, but aye there's holes in that plan
- coz this purple moon cocoon runs deeper than sea and land
- Soul in transit for years, when out sprung a butterfly
- my blue sky, Jamaican high, samurai air supply
- Driving home in the cab we put the radio on
- not really listening, just humming along
- The taxi driver asks us "are you staying long in Sydney?"
- We reply "We've met someone, and we're starting a life with them"
- We can't afford champagne strawberries dipped in cocaine
- but this terminal love cures all, it's a mile high insane
- Walking down the tarmac, a million hearts in one hand
- falling roses from above
- Petals know "where love lands"
- En route to Perth, Melbourne, Broome, Long Island
- Argentina, Philadelphia, New York, Harlem
- Adelaide, Tasmania, Beirut London
- Uluru, Canberra, San Juan Auckland
- But I don't wanna travel this planet I once roamed
- now I know my greatest "trip" is waiting here at home
- All I wanna do is hang out with my boo
- In our trackie pants, thongs; watch a dvd or two?
- Fuck the planes, fuck the trains, fuck the automobiles man
- fuck the world, we've got it all
- In these streets, where we land
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