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Message
05:45
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Message
By Amy McKnight
You wrote me a message and it changed the way I feel
And sent me straight back three months ago
Darlin if I were you, I would leave this alone,
Darlin if you were me, you’d know just what I want.
So buy a ticket so you can say that it’s yours,
I don’t want to spend my money on you.
And you can take your pretty eyes off mine,
Cos I can’t do this anymore.
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2. |
Dusty Soul
04:24
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Dusty Soul
By Amy McKnight
She had a dusty soul
The windows to it a storm
Untethered, Volatile
Stare you down with her words
Cruel like the butcher
Quite like the butcher bird
Kickin eggs from the nest
Not like I heard it for the first time
If it’s like an overreaction I’m reacting to you
I take defensive action when you’re acting cruel
While testing waters all round
Including mutual friends
You set a snare there and sat on advantageous ground
Quiet like the hunter…
Quite like you’re hunting birds
Pick ‘em off as they pass
Not like you’ll find the golden girl there
You’re surprised I’m offended that you don’t mind me shared
I’m surprised I’m still listening to your nonsense instead
You, were my only one
Nothing before
Could ever compare
At all
Through each second I fall
I have been here
Cold to the core
Not yours
And how
Can I find a home?
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3. |
It Takes Much Longer
03:42
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It takes much longer
By Amy McKnight
It takes much much longer
To sew the stitches together
Than it does to tear them apart
And it takes much longer
To put yourself back together
Than it does to fall apart
When you start to see things as they are
As the veil descends
All the faults are much much more obvious
As the veil ascends
All the faults are much much more acceptable
And it takes much much longer to put yourself back together
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4. |
Old Story
03:56
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Old Story
By Amy McKnight
I’ll tell you a story that’s old
It’s been passed down, re-retold
There’s lots been lost along the way
But it’s a good story anyway
Picture a rock beside a road
That winds down to a harbour and a boat
Don’t get carried away while I sing
You see this rock was an important thing
Picture your home as a doll house
Peer in at your stuff while you’re out
Through tiny windows you’ll see
How obsessed with ourselves we can be
When you’re alone with your thoughts
You know what to do
Look inwards on yourself
And the truth looks back at you
Be honest in all that you do
And remember to enjoy doing it too
I’ll tell you a story that’s old
It’s been passed down, re-retold
There’s lots been lost along the way
But it’s a good story anyway
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5. |
The Captain
04:54
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The Captain
By Amy McKnight
Throw me a barrel
Lend me a ladder
I am the sailor, you were the Captain
If you were the seagull
I am the wave
That catches your wing
Crest of your curve
I am the ripple that lapped at the foot of your bay
I’ve not forgotten all that you got
I will not forget you
Not on the surface, not underneath
I’ve not forgotten all that you got
Woke up on dawn
It’s salty eye morning
I am the rope, you were the mooring
If you’re the coordinates
I am the map
Lake by a Mountain, Son of a Knight
I have ensured your way as well as I can
I’ve not forgotten all that you got
I will not forget you
Not on the surface, not underneath
I’ve not forgotten all that you got
Like a rudder that slices thick winter ices
Oceans we sailed
Breaths that were held
Well you were the morning light of my sun
Orbit refracted, angle and axis
Deeply reflected through the atmosphere
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6. |
Falling
06:07
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Falling
By Amy McKnight
Just like a child walking I find myself fall, fall, falling all around you
I ask myself just one, one question worth asking
And I hold it on my tongue
Just like somethin’ feline, I find myself creep, creepin round
Around corners after you
I’ve got no reason or motivation, determination to talk this through
Take another look at the woman you thought you knew
Call it what you will, call it what you, what you will
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7. |
True and Blue
03:33
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True and Blue
By Amy Mcknight
Workin’ on some cover songs
Workin’ on the crowd
See I like to sing it true and blue, but that seems to get to you
I’m sorry if I bring you down
Tied my days in a knot in a spell
Awake, sleep feels, like the same like a drink like a dream
Like unreal
I’m sorry if I bring you down
Fought myself into peace or at least
The closest it’s been
In an inconvenient space, with walls all over the place
Why can’t you tear them down?
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8. |
Fisherman
04:16
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Fisherman
By Amy McKnight
There was a man you know
He walked upon the shore
His hut, his home nearby
Built well above the tide
He’d fish from cliffs up high
Watching where the fishes hide
Take only what he’d eat
And set the others free
He lost his coat in the rain
And one by one his shoes the same
He was so lonely on his own
His thoughts muddied by his pain
Her image muddy in his brain
Salt, salt, salt will rust your bones
It’s been many years since he found her body on the sand
And it won’t, won’t won’t be something he can easily leave behind
He followed his bait in
Dove underwater then
Looked around to see
The fishes he’d set free
Come swim below said they, let’s go deep and far away
Darkness closed around him and the current rocked him gently
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9. |
Human Companion
03:53
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Human Companion
By Amy McKnight
A human companion
A woman of wings
Rhythm in ankles
Pace swift and clean
Earth bound and ground down
My sweetheart, they hurt you
Just let me mend it
Patience made worthwhile
I could not fix it
I could not force it
The ones who fall on solid ground
The ones who fall between the thorns
The ones who get their roots in deep
Will be judged accordingly
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10. |
In Your Grasp
04:02
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In your Grasp
By Amy McKnight
On each finger you balance a ball
Symbolic of worries and stresses and all
Your only task is to keep them above
The floor of broken glass you’re standing on
You had it all in your grasp you think
You better open your eyes quick
Spent too long watching the one that dropped
The rest of them followed
It couldn’t be stopped
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11. |
God I'm Afraid
04:28
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God I’m Afraid
By Amy McKnight
God, I’m afraid, down to my bones
Of what’s to come
And God I must say, I’m sorry for the way in which we
Messed it up
You get a gold coin and you call it your own
You get a gold coin
You get a cold stone and you call it your own
But it was never yours to start with
God I must say, It’s a sad sad day
When politics align with books that were written by men from a time with no context to mine
You get the highest bidder and then you run
You get the highest bid for you
You’d sell your own daughter and call it custom
I start I start I talk to you
Or I might just talk to me
It doesn’t seem to bother me
As long as we are listening
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Amy McKnight & ShipYard Jerusalem, Israel
Australian Alt-Folk sensation Amy McKnight took the Israeli music scene by storm when she set out on a journey to study Sculpture at Bezalel Academy of Art in Jerusalem a decade ago. Since then she has been working hard performing and sharing her alternative blues songs between Jerusalem and Sydney. ... more
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