1. |
The Point of No Return
04:21
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I guess it went how you thought it would,
Hurt more than you thought it ever could.
One standing where the two of you had stood,
It took longer to get moving than you thought it ever should.
There’s a lesson for us all to learn
If you push past the point of no return,
You won’t get what you want but what you earn.
And fire is beautiful until you burn.
Yeah fire is beautiful until you burn.
Give it time.
It may not feel like it now, but you’ll be fine.
And it’s OK, to hide away.
To save yourself, for a better day.
You tell yourself that you’re doing ok,
That you’re finding things (a little bit) easier each day.
The truth is some of it will stay.
To make you stronger and (to) help you on your way.
And there’s a lesson for us all to learn,
If you push past the point of no return,
You won’t get what you want but what you earn.
And fire is beautiful until you burn.
Yeah fire is beautiful until you burn.
Give it time.
It may not feel like it now, but you’ll be fine.
And it’s OK, to hide away.
To save yourself, for a better day.
One day a time
It’ll only get better from here
Couldn’t get much worse
One day at a time
It’ll only get better from here
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2. |
Setting Sail
03:16
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Halfway ‘round the world in a house of metal,
Six weeks like a lifetime spent at sea.
Left their nervous families back at home,
Bravely chart a course to start their own.
Counting down the days as the ship cut through the waves,
They had more on board than everything they had.
A voyage not for fun but for them and their plus one,
A chance at life of greater opportunity.
Setting sail,
For worlds unknown.
Setting sail.
Heading home.
Cruising round the world in a floating city,
Six months like a lifetime spent at sea.
Swim ‘gainst the tide of life back home,
Swimming in a current of his own.
Counting down the days as the ship cuts through the waves,
He has more on board than everything he has.
A voyage meant for fun, to discover number one,
To play, and learn and love and earn and be free.
Setting sail,
For worlds unknown.
Setting sail.
Heading home.
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3. |
Until Next Time
04:08
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Too many days since the last time,
Too many days in between.
Life has a way of drifting by,
Fallen leaves on a stream.
But I’m going to make the most of it,
Each opportunity that I get.
Yeah I’m going to make the most of it,
No hesitation and no regrets.
This time is only a short one,
This will be over too fast.
Won’t let it slip through my fingers.
This time I’ll make it last.
But I’m going to make the most of it,
Each opportunity that I get.
Yeah I’m going to make the most of it,
No hesitation and no regrets.
I don’t want to be selfish,
I know when it’s time to go,
It’s just the days till ‘next time’,
Drag by so slow.
I will stare at the heavens,
Watch as the days turn by,
I’ll do what I can to stop them,
Yeah god knows I’ll try.
Guess this is it till the next time,
Never been good at goodbye.
Hurts just as much as the first time.
Keep it together, sad eyes dry.
I know I made the most of it,
Gave it my best, yeah no regrets.
Yeah I went and made the most of it,
Took my chances, no regrets.
I don’t want to be selfish,
I know when it’s time to go,
It’s just the days till ‘next time’,
Drag by so slow.
I will stare at the heavens,
Watch as the days turn by.
I’ll do what I can to stop them,
Yeah god knows I’ll try.
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4. |
360
03:30
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Won’t be long now till excitement wears off,
Till brain-fog descends before we take off.
13 long hours of this haze to survive,
Time’s same as home when I finally arrive.
Comfort is fleeting in this prison of a seat,
I try to ignore all the tingling in my feet.
Praying for sleep as we barrel through the sky,
Sleep won’t come but I have try.
Don’t know where I am,
And please don’t ask me when
Don’t know where I am,
Circadian Hell again.
Dragging my feet as I shuffle to the gate,
I wander in shadow between sleeping and awake.
My body’s left somewhere five time zones behind,
Dragged so unwillingly through time.
A spare patch of carpet or row of empty seats,
An oasis of comfort for tired and swollen feet.
Four hours to boarding , but if I can sleep for two,
I know I’ll be fine to make it through.
Don’t know where I am,
And please don’t ask me when
Don’t know where I am,
Circadian Hell again.
Lost in my hometown like a time zone refugee,
I’ll be back home while my body’s overseas.
Still 13 hours of haze to survive
Lost two whole days by the time I arrive.
For now I’ll get settled in this nest I’ve made,
Five lonely hours since luggage was waylaid.
With bags to my chest and a jacket as a bed,
I’ll battle for sleep once I rest my head.
Don’t know where I am,
And please don’t ask me when
Don’t know where I am,
Circadian Hell again.
Try to hold on, gotta make it through,
One flight left then I’ll be back to you.
Try to hold on, gotta make it through,
Monday morning, or Sunday afternoon?
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5. |
Resident Manager
03:58
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She left on a Wednesday,
Days to my birthday,
Took everything that wasn’t nailed down.
Left heart and home emptier than they should ever be.
Said I wasn’t open,
She got sick of hopin’,
That something would finally change.
Said I was a closed book of blank pages behind a locked door (and she wanted more)
Put it in boxes,
Close up the locks and
Seal it away
Push yesterday to the back of your mind,
Leave it behind
And move on.
Put it in boxes,
Close up the locks its
Better that way,
Seal it away push it out of your mind,
Leave it behind
And move on.
Wound up in a warehouse,
Live in the penthouse,
Resident manager, the stack and store king
Protect all their treasures, whatever life brings.
Don’t know what they’re storing,
I’d guess most are boring — the usual, furniture, clothing and junk
Some will have stories, some just like mine.
Keep it locked away,
That’s where it should stay.
Keep it locked away.
Put it in boxes,
Close up the locks and
Seal it away
Push yesterday to the back of your mind,
Leave it behind
And move on.
Put it in boxes,
Close up the locks its
Better that way,
Seal it away push it out of your mind,
Leave it behind
And move on.
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Matt de Neef Melbourne, Australia
Matt de Neef is an Australian multi-instrumentalist based in Melbourne.
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