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After the scene I was walking away
Tired and divorced of my wounds
While I was singing you silenced me
Asked me to tell you the truth
What were you thinking the other day
When I lay alone in my womb
And what did you think when I called out your name
Did you think I had called you too soon
And it has been raining for days now
And I haven’t moved from my space on the floor
Your arms are the only place that I know
Where I can escape from it all
Sane is all I am asking for
Crazy is all that I get
You may be what I am crying for
But you are the way I forget
While I am praying would you walk with me
And stay when I slow to a crawl
When I’m alone would you cover me
For while I’m awake I’m at war
And it has been raining for days now
And I haven’t moved from my space on the floor
Your arms are the only place that I know
Where I can escape from it all
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2. |
Burn It When I Die
03:17
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I’ve started a diary
Please burn it when I die
It’s not me naked
Just a written kind of sigh
I’ve started a lesson
In the history of art
I may not be winning
But at least I’ve made a start
….
Drop in for a line
Stop by for couple of drinks sometime
I’m willing to cry all night
If it would make you think that I’ll be alright
….
I’ve started a diary
Please burn it when I die
It’s not me naked
Just a written kind of sigh
I’ve started a choir
To sing my one true lie
And listen from one side of the wall at a time
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3. |
Find Me
02:28
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Where would you go to find me
Politeness won’t do
Who would you fight to save me
That won’t do
Where would you go to find me
Someone else's bed
Ever wondered where you’d find me
If you came in
Where would you go to find me
Politeness won’t do
Who would you fight to save me
That won’t do
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Careful
03:30
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Paris saw me lonely
Strolling the streets
Bottle in hand
Sunk knee deep
And Paris saw me dance
Like a spinning top
Guided by the lights
With no plan to stop
Be careful how you lay your hands on me
I may not be as tough as I seem
Be careful what you say to me
I may not be as strong as you think
Be careful with your hands
Around my neck
I’m not ready to go
I don’t want to die yet
And kindness never killed
Not sure it could
Freedom only counts
If it’s understood
Be careful how you lay your hands on me
I may not be as tough as I seem
Be careful what you say to me
I may not be as strong as you think
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5. |
Golden Trinket (So Long)
02:27
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There was just one thing I wanted to leave you with
It was a golden trinket
There was just one thing I wanted to say before I left
It was a warning about how our lives have been spent
Oh how could we’ve been so wrong
Oh how can I have worn you so long
There was just one song I wanted to leave you with
But I could not sing it
There was just one thing I wanted to say before I left
It was memory of how we were before we met
Oh how could we’ve been so wrong
Oh how could I have worn you so long
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6. |
I Am Gone
03:25
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I’m already gone
You are all alone
Like a widow born
From failing to notice
Was I ever wrong
Was I far from where we started
I’m already gone
I am gone
None of this counts for nothing
A kiss on the mouth means nothing
I’m already gone
Say you’re gonna miss me
Drunk and dumb I’m drowning
On my own
Just as I predicted
Right where I belong
I’m already gone
I am gone
None of this counts for nothing
A kiss on the mouth means nothing
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7. |
Oh My Word
02:54
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If you plan to stand still
would you move aside
If you can be locked down
God knows I have tried
Oh my word I’ve been waiting
For you to walk on by
Oh my word I’ve been staying
Inside safe and dry
Will you live underground
And crawl out when it’s light
Do you fail to stand up
And stand in when it’s right
Oh my word I’m just saying
Would you aim this high
Oh my word I’m just waiting
For you at my side
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My Old Shoes
03:06
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My old shoes
Were not used
I wonder
If I could have told you
Was that you
Sold the line
About living now
Or dying
My old shoes
Are beaten and torn
My old shoes
Have never been worn
Is it true
I will be
Completely
Alone
My old shoes
Were not used
I wonder
If I should have told you
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9. |
Bullet That I Ride
02:13
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I worry every day
About everything and nothing at all
And I wonder if you’d ride
The bullet or you’d fall
If only we were allowed to be
I would promise myself away
If only life weren’t a sad sad movie
Just for a day
We would ride away
I guess I’ll say goodbye
To the lovers in my mind
I guess I am on the fly
Like the bullet that I ride
If only we were allowed to be
I would promise myself away
If only life weren't a sad sad movie
Just for a day
We would ride away
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10. |
Low Light
02:49
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The low light
Was over the low lands
Over the ruins
Under the night
So all my life
I have been meaning to come through
But I disappoint you
Every time
Tell me you're lonely
Tell me your news
Tell me I’m nothing
Without you
The low light
Was over the low lands
Over the ruins
Under the night
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11. |
Be Kind
04:38
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Be kind
For once
Like I
Am not
Lie
Just once
This time
For love
It’s not
A crime
To make
Me smile
When I go
I’ll hold
This mind
Of mine
So be kind
For once
Like I
Am not
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Flip Grater Paris, France
Paris-based New Zealand singer-songwriter Flip Grater has a penchant for sharing. Apart from memoirs and recipes, she pens highly personal, nostalgic and at times melancholic indie-folk songs.
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