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I've been stranded out on my own
So I planted my feet on the road
And I'll keep walking through this land
And I won't stop till I'm back home with you
My dreams are floating up in the clouds
I've trod through storms but ain't seen them around
I keep my eyes on the changing warmth
For it may drop and let me go
The words I've spoken are six feet below
Buried under what now is a road
Once a garden for my vows
But I cannot recall it now
My eyes are rising like the sun in spring
The brilliant weathers that I couldn't see
I feel each grass blade on my feet
Now I'm not gonna let it go
Seems my heart won't say goodbye
To the lying in the echoes
Will it slowing fade to whisper
Or just hang around and linger?
Maybe I will hear a word I didn't hear before
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I never had the nerve to say
My heart it carries me far away
Leads me where I can't come down
The trees all colour the land all around
Somewhere on the border
My true love is found on this holy ground
Wherever my life plays out for me
I know the letters in every scene
But bite my tongue not speak a sound
And watch my thoughts fall to the ground
Somewhere past the circle
My true love is found on this holy ground
Oh my love
A shimmer of light in sand
Oh my heart
Has never known such a friend
I'll never lose you again
The giver of all I call my own
Has made me never forget my home
I'm walking right my feet are strong
By tomorrow my worries will be gone
Somewhere on the foothills
My true love is found on this holy ground
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Somewhere in the country
By the rolling planes
A book I took
And a fishing hook
Lay lonesome in a lake I have made
I remember on Sundays
The air so thin and so cold
And I'd stroll down slow
And the morning glow
Would hold up my heavy old soul
When all the days are fading
Into another old year
I will go back to the times that I'm keeping
In the bottom of this pot of beer
Far from all of the wildlands
Where innocence cannot be framed
No field of fires
Or foolish desires
Or issues with what I have claimed
I did all that I could do
But not enough to
Win over your heart
So you stood
To drown all of my good
My pride and my manhood
You ripped it apart
Now my life is a wonder
How I stand I do not know
But morning comes
And fills my lungs
It ain't my time now to go
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I surely do miss him
03:09
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I've seen winter yield
Longing to steal
A piece of my heart
So we're not apart
Much of these days
It strikes me sometimes
Between the eyes
When I'm off my guard
But she is right by my side
If ever I fall
Find the time we're missing
In those broken days
Poor little babe I surely do miss him
But he'll shine on that heavenly day
I don't understand
These foreign lands
I knew as my home
Now I'm an unknown
A wandering man
Words will never hold
For I have told
Whatever I can
And letter don't stand
As tall as you are
The footprints we made are fading
But to no fault of our own
Sing me a song as we walk down along
Together through fields we have sown
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The calluses of winter still numbing in the sun
Like the faded picture from 2001
Things have made me stronger and weaker all the same
There is no one here to blame
Drop your chin
Rest your eyes
Hold your head
Then arise
Sometimes words
They're not even needed
Perching on a wire
A bird is watching on
Like a wise old father
He just hums along
Drowning out the desert
With his own melody
He's singing out
For you and me
I don't have a hero
I don't own no one
I am simply trying
To brighten up the sun
Will you be my blanket?
Will you be my home?
Never mind how far I go
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The doctor you never got to know
Has long since left without his drawers
He has left you like a passing storm
With an empty room and broken floors
I'm the road that's hidden by the trees
I'm the voice that's muffled by the breeze
I'm the boy who cried by the riverside
Watching all his words run out to sea
See the scales are set and primed to go
For the sea to follow only one
But the land will cave in from below
And we're back to the place we started from
Some have tried to find the pot of gold
To decide where all the water starts
I have heard down there it's mighty cold
Like a hundred thousand hearts
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My Eastern side
02:03
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Leave me out to dry
Leave me out to dry
I can see the sun is about to rise
And I've been cold and so tired
I need some heat on my Eastern side
Open up the blinds
Open up the blinds
The sun is drawing all
The silhouettes and lines
This old room is getting old
And I can feel it tug on my Eastern side
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
First in my right hand
Then right out my toes
And if I cared for being wiser
I'd invest it all on my Eastern side
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Another setback
We stood on a thumbtack
We wouldn't dare step out again
Morning to morning
Evening to evening
Who could have known?
There is a highway
But all of them will say
That only a few will ever be more
Than a protector
Than a surrender
Didn't you know?
What if we made a new road to take?
One that would pass the guard and the gate
We could drive on where two hearts are one
Forget all the things that we've ever done
And I will paint the stars for you at night
And I will stare so deep into your eyes
Always be mine
I find it hard now
To listen to your crown
What did you mean when you said to me:
"Power is progress
Fight for our congress!"
Why should I care?
Now all the windows
Are stuck and will not close
Hold to me dear
The chill of the night
Won't see so cold here with you to hold dear
Into the dawn
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Watch for the break of dawn
The blanket of morning light
Though I sleep I am worn
Lifted by autumn flight
Never thought I would see
The river rush under me
If you could wander on
Pass all the flaming songs
Would you then hear the song
And loosen your walking lines?
It's taken some time to see
The virtue in front of me
Life is not a broken stone
But rain upon the hill
Love is not a burning hill
It's alive within us still
Hope is at the door
Bursting through your floor
You never understood
The rain of the weathered souls
I know that if we could
We'd fold up our hearts and go
Maybe one day we'll see
The diamond for you and me
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I'm writing lines they're disappearing into dust
It's not too long till I forget
I see them sailing through and I just think of us
And all the words they've never said
If you could take this book and boil it down
Would my memory fade away?
Little creases in my heart
Little flicker in my eye
We're getting on we do alright
My little lady love of mine
I heard another bitter sweet old symphony
Drift upon my ears again
The notes are swinging from my head down to my feet
But only stays around every now and then
And if the sun revealed my frozen bones
Would you look me in the eye?
We in our little worlds and never ending halls
Keeping our eyes off the doors
So we cling to the reflections from the walls
And our steps upon the floors
And if the day will never take it's leave
Will I ever turn around?
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Benoit Melbourne, Australia
Benoit is a Folk singer-songwriter hailing from the Eastern hills of Melbourne. The music of Benoit is melodic and reflective, with soulful lyrics. Benoit provokes his audience to consider another perspective and think deeply about the everyday things of life. In relating to the human condition and the issues of the day, Benoit seeks to present another narrative, one full of beauty, love and life. ... more
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