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Ladybayonet
03:01
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Take my vices, throw them to the sea
I'm stripped away, standing on the beach
Punch me through the heart
Punch me through the heart
Bayonet
Bayonet
Bayonet
Turbulent water's, been stirring at my feet
Wash away these old sympathies
Punch me through the heart
Punch me through the heart
Bayonet
Bayonet
Bayonet
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Country Angst
02:32
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From up here I can see it all
The fields, the arteries, the ocean the sprawl
The crosswind that hits as you climb,
and take the long bends with precision and speed
Past another dead factory, an abandoned farm
A twisted sad fence line, a strange ruin's charm
It all seems so benign 'till you sink your feet in,
Walk the streets as a role-play, I'm suddenly there
The profound isolation, poison on the tongue
Black sheep to the slaughter, the same smoke on the lungs
Turning over, over, over again
Turning over, over, over again
From up here I can see it all
The fields, the arteries, the ocean the sprawl
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Blackberry Rust
05:47
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A subtle corrosion comes over the hills
It's vast and ominous, over thousands of leaves
The fruit's in my hands and I give it a squeeze
and it's harder still to get this off my hands
A series of flashbacks come over me
As I meet every dip and turn in the road
These memories are coming apart
In the blackberry, blackberry rust
In the blackberry, blackberry rust
A persistence of warmth and fading light
As the wine finds its way into my blood
The wind is hissing, the birds fly above
and it's harder still to get this off my hands
The thorns and juice in my clothes
The sunlight wakes me from my nest
These memories are coming apart
In the blackberry, blackberry rust
In the blackberry, blackberry rust
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4. |
Stone Circle
01:32
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Little Creek
04:40
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Little creek, your crumbling banks
Into your water, my heart sank
Hold these trees at your side,
with their roots laying bare
Hold this man at your side
with his soul cast in the air
Soul cast in the air
When the rain comes, take these bones
Carry them past my school, past my home
Hold these cracks and fissures in time
Tell the water where it belongs
Hold this body in a straight line
Keeping your current strong
Keeping your current strong
I'm overcome, I'm overwhelmed
I'm overcome, I'm overwhelmed
I'm overcome, I'm overwhelmed
Little creek, make your way to the sea
Let that gaping mouth, swallow me
Hold these trees at your side,
with their roots laying bare
Hold this man at your side
with his nerves cast in the air
Nerves cast in the air
I'm overcome, I'm overwhelmed
I'm overcome, I'm overwhelmed
I'm overcome, I'm overwhelmed
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6. |
Peppercorn Tree Blues
01:59
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Twisted limbs take up these blues
and stow them all away
Stow them all away
Your ancient hollows hiding deep
the mess that I'd made
Mess that I've made
Don't follow me around
I've laid my burden down
Don't follow me around
I've cast my burden down
Pink peppercorns and blades of green
My secret place
My secret place
A hollow boy will shed his core
But manages to save face
Manages to save face
Don't follow me around
I've laid my burden down
Don't follow me around
I've cast my burden down
Deep in the peppercorn tree
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Two Room
04:20
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A television comes hooded
and sits in a corner of the room
A radio stays silent
A cassette plays old songs on a loop
Two girls in long dresses
Play songs on guitar - three chords
Past the pine plantation
Is a farm
Where their lives are moored
Belinda and Sarah in tongues
Belinda and Sarah in tongues
The television gets, removes its hood
And cries, cries "STATIC"
The radio gets up
And smothers the cassette in electromagnetic death
Two girls in long dresses
Walk the dirt road with reservation
Planes fly above dropping leaflets
Disclosing information
Belinda and Sarah in tongues
Belinda and Sarah in tongues
Encounters with faith
Will wreck down your heaving heathen heart
A great swinging blade comes down
And tears the intruder apart
No thoughts of escape
Just consolation of some peace in their time
My melody carries, but doesn't dare cross
Their secular line
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I'm a stranger here
Just blown into your town
I'm a stranger here
Just blown into your town
Just because I'm a stranger
Everybody wants to dog me around
I'd have stayed up North
But there's nothing I can do
I'd have stayed up North
But there's nothing I can do
But hang around this corner
and sing the New Stranger's Blues
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Garden Ruin Adelaide, Australia
(2011-2019)
Influenced by the psych-folk of The Byrds, indie doom of Jason Molina and
fractured pop of Sparklehorse & Wilco, the songs of Tristan Louth-Robins are grounded in affecting melodies and compelling arrangements, with lyrics evoking the imagery of surging tides, haunted roads and lost nights. On stage Tristan is often joined by fellow Adeladian, Thomas Kalleske (Porchlight Parade).
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