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The Length of Canada
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The Length Of Canada
A shiny white ocean from above as the crow flies in
And from my boat I’ve seen
Footprints in snowdrifts & blue eyes on Queen St.
I’ll think of your when I’m cold
With a warmth you’ll never know.
My green eyes looking south
Can feel California sending its warmth out
While continents and sea
Separate her from me.
Reading your face like a library book
An old familiar friend
That I can’t hold on to
For long enough to read through till the end
Wherever I go there’s someone to pine for as I sail around the world
So I’ll make a home
In the memory of you
Girl.
The greatest view I’ve seen
A snowy complexion with eyes an ocean deep.
And blue eyes
You’ll never know.
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I want too many things in too many places
I want a comfortable home that I’m always away from
I want the Williamsburg Bridge
I want the tower of London
I just want to come home but there’s so much to run from.
And every time I’m hangin’ on the end of your phone line
I think of all the fun we had and smile.
I wear your love ‘round my neck and your heart on my sleeve
But I wont take you down with me.
I want people to know me
I just want to be lonely
I want to play this guitar ’till the day my heart fails me
I want the valley I came from
I want the mountains of Germany
I want Canadian winter
I want you there to warm me.
And every time I’m flying into Sydney at night
I think about your pretty face and smile.
I want my friends ‘round the world to be happy and healthy
I want my tambourine heart to stop shaking inside me
I want a kelpy named “Colin”
I want a twelve year old whiskey
And I want you to remember that I’ll love you eternally.
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Everything, Unhappily
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Unwashed hair and a nose-ring staring back at me
A portrait of the Melbourne indie hipster scene
I wanna take you home and play you Elliott Smith songs.
Annabelle unhappily.
You’re dancing as you speak but you don’t realize it
You told me you just started smokin’ cigarettes
So I’m like “yeah, I smoke them too” so I can go outside with you.
Everything unhappily.
The bar light halo’s ‘round your head
So I tell you “you look holy, like the holes in your cardigan”.
You told me ’bout the boy who left and let you down
I try to think of ways to justify another round
Because I want to work you out and turn your shitty luck around.
And the best part is you’re dancing as you speak.
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Travelling Shoes
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Well I met mother nature’s daughter
She turned my wine back into water
And she lived with me in Sydney NSW
And from our home I started straying
First from cities into farmland
And then from Perth up to Toronto on a plane.
Singing all the way.
I do wear travelling shoes
I’ve worn them all my days
Though we’re leaving in the morning
I want you to want me to stay.
And when the distance tore to pieces
All the ribbons that had bound us
I started drinking like tomorrow wouldn’t come
And she tried her best to reach me
She cried at me down the phone line
So I found other girls and smoke to make me numb
Oh what drives me to run?
Ten thousand miles in only twenty four hours
And a book ‘bout the games that we play
Back home she’s sleeping
Weaving herself into some other guys brain.
Well I heard she bought a ticket
And she’s heading off to Europe
And I’m still drinking like a mick on paddy’s day
Wishing I had only answered
When she was calling out to find me
And I’d walk her to the alter and I’d say.
“I do Mrs. Travelling Shoes”
“I’ll love you all my days”
“Though we’re leaving in the morning”
“Every morning after”
“We’ll wake up in exactly the same place”.
Because home is where the heart is
And I want you to want me to stay.
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A Point On A Map
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I drew a point on a map
You drew a line in the sand
So I went on down to Darby St
And I played my guitar with the case open at my feet.
I put up a sign, said “I’m tryin’ to get somewhere to do somethin’ I’ve gotta do”
And I bought myself a ticket from point me to point you.
You look a lot like before
You dress a bit brighter and maybe you’re a little bit taller
I’m not at all like I was
I feel like I’ve become a rambling pile of dust.
And your tears make me muddy
But at least then I don’t blow away
So I boarded my flight on a cold Monday night and went back from whence I came.
There’s nowhere on earth left to hide
So I’ll keep on searching for new places inside my mind
Long are the days and dark are the nights
I’ve got to stop drinking and do something more with my time.
And I told you I’m sorry
But that don’t mean that you’ll forgive me.
So I keep on building that long road from point A to point B
I keep on building that long road and I hope that you will see
I keep on building that long road from point A to point B
I keep on building that long road from point you to point me.
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She Loves Me
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She loves me
And I don’t know what for
She loves me
And I don’t deserve it at all
Driving ‘round at night time
Screaming at the stars.
Finding out without you standing close
I don’t know the first thing about home
I’m fighting with my hands tied
My hands tied
Let me go.
Forgive me
Though I ask for too much dear
I’m sorry
And it comes too late again
All the money has run out
What a lesson learned.
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A Master Of All Things
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When the lamps on your street start to dim
When the hems of your clothes start to fray
If you question the values of men
I’ll be ready and not far away.
If it takes nimble fingers to untangle your strings
Or steady gentle brush strokes to fill your spaces in
I’ll practice everyday until I’m master of all things.
If you’re feeling lost and lonely
Like the day just cannot be won
If the sun has set too early
I’ll build a mighty torch and follow you till dawn.
I don’t think I believe in heaven
Or a being to pray to and fear
But we fit like the sea to the shoreline
So there must be a something somewhere.
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Waiting, Waiting!
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I met my girl at the end of the world
But she don’t call me “babe” anymore
She don’t hold out her hand for me.
We spoke on the phone
I spent my nights alone
And she got an apartment in town
But I’m not welcome ‘round there no more.
Waiting, waiting for the call
With my suitcase packed and my guitar by the door
But it looks like she’s moving on.
Well, I rolled into town to see who was around
But everyone’s cooped up at home
And I don’t even have one.
So I called up my friend and we both pretend that I haven’t been gone for too long
And I’m drinking alone again.
Waiting, waiting for the call
And the spinning starts when my feet hit the floor
My friends are moving on.
I’m a singer of songs and a right-er of wrongs and I fight for the things that I have
But I know you don’t see it
Maybe someday things will all go my way and I wont be so broke and so sad
I wish I believed it.
Waiting, waiting for the call
I’ll be singing my songs till my throat is stripped and raw
But you wont see me moving on
This is where I belong.
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Break Your Own Heart
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We are ships
Sinking
Lifeboats sent
To save
You’re more like an iceberg
Hide beneath the waves.
So long
You’ve wanted to be alone.
I’m a storm cloud overhead
Pouring constant rain
Watching your umbrella
Cross this harsh terrain.
So long
If you want to be alone.
Like a mountain standing
I won’t count the years
Break your own heart darling
And time wont mean a thing.
How long
Do you want to be alone?
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She's Got A Boyfriend
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She’s got a boyfriend
He’s got a rooftop in the city
He wears multicoloured singlets
He’s got a moustache and he’s funny
She’s got a boyfriend
And he plays in a synth-pop band
He bought a car with family money
He’s got a closet full of kaftans.
I’ve got a fever that wont let me go
I’ve got bad habits and a broken radio
I’ve got a million different things i wanna let you know.
She’s got a boyfriend
He cuts the sleeves off all his T-shirts
He’s got a bathtub in his bedroom
And he’s so pretty that it hurts.
I’ve got a fever that wont let me be
I’ve got neurosis and I’ve got anxiety
I write down every single thought that comes out of me.
She’s got a boyfriend
And he doesn’t need saving
He doesn’t lie away at night time
Thinking the sky is gonna cave in.
He sleeps up in the belfry
But he don’t want her as much as me
I know because I’ve got the scars to show it.
I’ve got a ticket I don’t wanna use
I’ve got a half full double bed and a burnt out fuse
And I really wanna sleep for a week or two
Because she’s got a boyfriend.
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Giveth & Taketh Away
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You picked up your pieces and started moving on
As I begun to realize the scope of what I’d done
And I wept all afternoon
I just wanted to fly home.
You’re lying through your teeth and you forget that I can tell
Believing you is the difference between heaven and hell
And I still call out your name
Across canyons coasts and planes.
Talk to me of love and liberty
Give me strength to make it through my day
Be the one I’m always trying for
Giveth and taketh away.
I used to love this place but now I hate it with a fire
And every moment here reminds me what I’m pining for
So I’m disappearing soon
And you won’t catch me.
I hope that you get happy
I hope that happens soon
I hope you don’t forget me when you’re new love starts to bloom
I could never forget you
Even if i wanted too
Oh God what have I done?
Be The only one worth dying for
Giveth and taketh away.
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And so it starts
The panic in my heart
Because you can’t find
A reason to be mine.
And I’ll wait all year
But I don’t have to like it
You say I’m on your mind
Yeah right.
I used to know
How to have a conversation
But now I hide
Avoid other peoples eyes.
I’ll wait all year
While you figure out your feelings
It’s all my fault after all.
Falling out.
You’ll stay down south
With your new friends and your brother
And build your little world
I’ll write my songs
And hope to find me something
That’s half as good as we were.
And I’ll wait all year
But I don’t have to like it
I hope you’ll come around.
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Jack Carty Brisbane, Australia
Award-winning, independent Australian songwriter.
"The recently married Carty might well
have found his happy place" ★★★★ — THE SUNDAY STAR TIMES.
“These songs have almost a purity of spirit and certainly an openness of heart. You should own this" ★★★★ — THE SYDNEY MORNING HERALD.
“A sensational sophomore album. It marks him as a man to watch" ★★★★ — THE WEEKEND AUSTRALIAN.
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