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The Road I'm On
03:53
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There's a cabin on a hill, you invited us to stay
overlooking fog, embracing Mount Pirongia.
And the names of little towns
that I've learned to pronounce
still mean less to me than what's perceived arcadia.
Oh Atua,
please believe me when I say
I never meant to give up on the song.
It's a long way home.
Maybe home is gone,
but there's no road to travel like the road I'm on.
No there's no road to travel like the road I'm on.
There's a little college town at the breaking of the day
and if you know just where to look, you'll see the evidence.
Of a certain group of friends, now scattered to the winds.
Like Whistle Stop packed up and set the precedent.
Oh Atua,
please believe me when I say,
in everything, let us have peace to build upon.
It's a long way home.
Maybe home is gone,
but there's no road to travel like the road I'm on.
No there's no road to travel like the road I'm on.
Te Aroha,
which surpasses all my fears,
sometimes I think I've lost you, though you live in me.
It's a long way home
through the dark, cold dawn,
but there's no road to travel like the road I'm on.
No there's no road to travel like the road I'm on.
No there's no road to travel like the road we're on.
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When The Seasons Change
03:56
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She shows up when the seasons change,
seeming to prefer the rain.
How my words have been repaid.
All these years lived out in vain.
But I will honour your wishes.
And I won't even let you wield the blame.
See I have sometimes felt suspicious
of this liquid flowing, sluggish, through our veins.
Nine words sealed an oath of bone.
And she is dying for a home.
While I am drowning in this foam
Atlantic sinking like a stone.
But I will honour your wishes.
And I won't even let you wield the blame.
See I, too, have sometimes felt suspicious
of this liquid flowing, sluggish, through our veins.
With water shaken by the storm,
I cry for snow, but nothing forms.
Something's dying to be born.
This freeze I seek to welcome warns, that
I will honour your wishes.
And I won't even let you wield the blame.
See I have sometimes felt suspicious
of this liquid flowing, sluggish, through our veins.
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Lost Pauses
03:18
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The years have diverged in a wood of dreams.
Looking back down, shocked at how young I seemed,
as I shouted no, I can't. No, I can't. No, I can't, no way.
My heart's taken on old identity
with two eyes, like ice, staring out at me,
as I'm chanting no, I won't. No, no, no, no, I won't.
You know I won't, no way.
I get so tired, one more pause is lost.
Tonight I'll give in, but tonight will cost.
It's easier to take my shame, and use it to block out the name,
and voices I hear say too late.
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Concession
03:14
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You can walk.
Set me on a plane and say goodbye.
It's been done before.
And you can talk
to paint yourself the villain in this lie.
The instrument of war.
But don't let me catch you round here
acting like a thief.
Like you took something away from me
in panic or relief.
This is hard to say when I
am just this side of grief, but I
I believe in you.
You can write
letters that may end up at my door.
I'll read every word.
And I may cry
but oceans dark with salt still find a shore.
At least that's what I've heard.
So don't let me catch you mixing
fear with aftertaste.
Poised against sharp suddenness
of something drunk in haste.
This is hard to say when I
am just outside of grace, but I
I believe in you.
There comes a time,
I dare not speak its name,
when the words fall like leaves.
No lies can remain.
So I won't play games.
We will never be the same.
But I believe in you.
I believe in you.
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Try To Be Brave
03:59
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Dear, it's too dark to manoeuvre by torch.
The pathway is rough and the language is coarse.
Pulling up roots I am watching the rain.
Bleeding our skies, the unstoppable stain.
Try to be brave.
Try to be brave.
Settle down now, it is time to admit.
All that the thunder has taken and hid.
The weather changed quickly, the water turned cold.
They say the last seconds make anyone bold.
So try to be brave.
Try to be brave.
I've seen the sky change in no time at all.
I've heard the wind die as if she were called.
What is a lifetime in spite of its name?
What is the meaning of all of this rain?
Oh, to try to be brave.
Only and always to try to be brave.
Try to be brave.
(only and always to)
Try to be brave.
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Britt Kusserow Los Angeles, California
Britt Kusserow is a queer singer/songwriter who has lived in too many places. Her latest album, “After Or Before,” is a collection of new songs as well as older songs, reimagined. Britt's lyrics frequently explore existential and spiritual themes, and they are influenced by artists like The Indigo Girls, The Weepies, and Tracy Chapman. ... more
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