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Mole Creek
03:44
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Growing up I thought that being strong meant doing everything all by myself,
never needing help, so I shut you out
Looking back I thought that being touch meant getting on that plane all by myself, so I took that flight away
But lately I‘ve been thinking of you
How you helped me to be where I am and I miss you, I do
I wanna drive to Mole Creek in the rain with you, I do
I wanna go to Bicheno and wave the penguins a big hello
And I want to, take that drive with you
I wanna road trip with you (uh, uh , uh, I do)
Next time I am with you I will let you do the washing up and make my tea for me
I won’t need to prove to you that I know how to do it too cause I know now, you knew that too
But lately I‘ve been thinking of you
How you helped me to be where I am and I miss you, I do
I wanna drive to Mole Creek in the rain with you, I do
I wanna go to Bicheno and wave the penguins a big hello
And I want to, take that drive with you
I wanna road trip with you (uh, uh , uh, I do)
Always packed up my own bags and rolled my leads and carried my own guitar
Never let you help me far
Time softens all the edges of life, I don’t need to be alone
To be strong, brave, wild and free
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Phoenix Rising
04:14
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We were counting down as the people awoke
I watched your cunning eyes as you lied again
We held our breath as the children spoke
But I watched you minimise as you made a joke
I will be a phoenix rising
You aren’t gonna burn me down
From the ashes of all your destruction
I will rise again
Watch out man as your days run dry
There’s too much at stake, this time she won’t let it lie
Do you hear the roar, of the crowd building in the dark
Don’t misjudge the girl, remember Joan of Arc
She is a phoenix rising
You aren’t gonna burn her down
From the ashes of all your destruction
She will rise again
We see you as you really are,
Gaslighting in full view
We will be watching you
Like a phoenix rising
You aren’t gonna burn us down
From the ashes of all your destruction
We will rise again
Like a phoenix rising
You aren’t gonna burn us down
From the ashes of all your destruction
We will rise again
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3. |
Embers of the Night
04:04
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She drags her feet when she has to say goodbye
She wants us to stay at home and watch the world race by
She cannot bear to hear the morning news
There’s a battle to face no matter which one you choose
She’s dancing by the yellow crescent moon
She’s calling to the star encrusted night
She’s singing to the sea foam and it sets the waves alight
My love she stokes the embers of the night
She ties her laces tighter to feel the ground
Gravity can barely keep her down
As she dreams she flying up, away
A blanket of weights to help her stay earthbound
She’s dancing by the yellow crescent moon
She’s calling to the star encrusted night
She’s singing to the sea foam and it sets the waves alight
My love she stokes the embers of the night
On a bad day it’s like prickles in her toes
And the noises of the world a swirling roar
On a bad day, a crowd’s a deadly wave
She cannot breathe without my hand to hold
She’s dancing by the yellow crescent moon
She’s calling to the star encrusted night
She’s singing to the sea foam and it sets the waves alight
My love she stokes the embers of the night
Sometimes the shower droplets sting with pain
But other times its gentle quiet rain
And she never knows if she wants to rage or run
It is fight or flight or freeze this time that’s won?
She’s dancing by the yellow crescent moon
She’s calling to the star encrusted night
She’s singing to the sea foam and it sets the waves alight
My love she stokes the embers of the night
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4. |
Captive of Love
02:50
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Once I caught a pretty bird
by his curiosity
I asked him to sing me a little song,
and he sang for hours gladly
Brought him home to a shiny cage,
to keep me company
I asked him to sing me another song
But he would not sing for me
Caged little birdies don’t sing so sweet
They only call in minor keys
Caged little birdies don’t sing so sweet
They only dream of flying free
I fed him all the finest things
Hung his cage with baubles fair
But my pretty bird just hung his head
And didn’t seem to care
Once I freed a little bird
Watched him soar to the skies above
You can catch ‘em and keep ‘em and feed ‘em all right
But you can’t make a captive of love
Caged little birdies don’t sing so sweet
They only call in minor keys
Caged little birdies don’t sing so sweet
They only dream of flying free
Now the empty cage sits in the corner,
Beckoning her lonely owner
I learned my lesson though it broke my heart
You can’t make a captive of love
Caged little birdies don’t sing so sweet
They only call in minor keys
Caged little birdies don’t sing so sweet
They only dream of flying free
You cannot make a captive, you cannot make a captive, you cannot make a captive of love
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Anousha Victoire Newcastle, Australia
Anousha Victoire is a weaver of everyday dreams, stitching together folk/world influenced melodies with bell-over-water
clarity of vocal tone.
Her trademark fingerpicking folk guitar style and haunting vocal melodies are complemented by soaring, emotive strings and vocal harmonies, blending into folk storytelling songs that could be timeless classics.
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