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Panning for gold
05:01
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PANNING FOR GOLD
Around and around we go
The harder, the more we know
The softer, the hurt will show
Around and around we go
Though we might be shit outta luck
On our knees, wading through the muck
Still, this just never gets old
Cos while we’re here, we go panning for gold
This is why we do it, even if we know too much
The smell of sunlight on your sheets
And the first time two hands touch
An unguarded moment while just waiting for a bus, oh
This is why we do it
For these golden, sparkles in the dust
Around and around we go
The darker, the more we glow
Makin’ it up as we go
Around and around we go
Though we might be shit outta luck
On our knees, wading through the muck
Still, this just never gets old
Cos while we’re here, we go panning for gold
This is why we do it, even if it’s all too much
The taste of seaspray on your lips
And a summer evening’s hush
A face that cracks into a smile when they realise it’s us, oh
This is why we do it
For these golden, sparkles in the dust
Around and around we go
Behind us, the overflow
There’s no getting off we know, so
Around and around we go
Though we might be shit outta luck
On our knees, wading through the muck
Still, this just never gets old
Cos while we’re here, we go panning for gold
This is why we do it, even if it hurts too much
To squeeze our babies, cheek-to-cheek, listening to each other’s hearts
The quiet shimmer of the world when the heat of day has passed, oh
This is why we do it
For these golden, sparkles in the dust
Sparkles in the dust
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2. |
Take me over
04:45
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TAKE ME OVER
I can feel you over there
Your eyes on me
And you know I'm watching you
Watching me
I'm gonna count then you'll look up
One two three
Let's go some place we can talk
You and me
Now your hand is resting there
On my knee
I can feel the weight of it
So heavy
Press it down and watch me melt
Warm honey
Come drown in it with me
Baby
You go through me like winter's breath
Finds the spaces that let her in
You come over me like a fever
But you are the medicine
Take me over like we're at war, take me over, take me over
Take me over like we're at war, take me over, take me over
Take me over like we're at war, but I'll give you no prisoners
Now we're in over our heads
Out at sea
We'll be steady if you just
Lean into me
Hold my hand don't let it go
Easy...
You can ride the waves with me
Baby
CHORUS
Two moths in one cocoon
In one cocoon
Tangled flutters through the night
By the moon
Crumpled wings too damp to fly
All too soon
We'll be flooded by the light, you and I
Too soon
CHORUS
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My little kite
05:27
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MY LITTLE KITE
I made a kite out of all of my whispered dreams
Wings of my skin and my blood is sewn in the seams
Some of my heart strings unwound so I tethered it there
And then with the sky beckoning it took to the air
And my little kite has ribbons of golden silk
My little kite will never grow old
And there's terror at letting this treasure, fly high out of sight
But fly, little kite, let the wind take this waltz with you
Dance in the light of the sun and the moon
And if you tire of the flight, or the stars hide their faces
In the black of night, the sky's lost all traces
Of all loving and of light, well I'm at the end of your line
My little kite grows stronger with everyday
Calling the stretchiest parts of my heart out to play
Over the rosiest sunsets and sparkling seas
Pulling me toward all the wonder of what it can see
Dear little kite, with your ribbons of golden silk
My little kite, you'll never grow old
And there's terror at letting this treasure, fly out of my sight
But fly, little kite, let the wind take this waltz with you
Dance in the light of the sun and the moon
And if you tire of the flight, or the stars hide their faces
In the black of night, the sky 's lost all traces
Of all loving and of light, well I'm at the end of your line
Now that our heart lines are crossing and tangled for good
I can't be put back together, I wouldn't if I could
For part of me soars by his side like a bird flying free
And now when the wind buffets him, it's buffeting me
Dear little kite, what journeys you'll take alone
My little kite, you'll never grow old
And there's always a line 'round my heart, to lead you back home
So fly, little kite, let the wind take this waltz with you
Dance in the light of the sun and the moon
And if you tire of the flight, or the stars hide their faces
In the black of night, the sky's lost all traces
Of all loving and of light, well I'm at the end of your line
I'm at the end of your line
I'm at the end of your line
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4. |
Bluebird
04:06
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BLUEBIRD
Grey’s the way, I see the world today
Grey as the lead I’m drowning under
Turn out the sun, let it end as it’s begun
Tear it all asunder
But blue as the cornflowers in spring
Is the bluebird in my heart that wants to sing
Well I’ll rip it apart, I’m gonna wring its tiny neck
For being there and staying strong
For the no reprieve, and the on and on
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing
I can’t breathe, let alone sing
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing another song
Black the sludge, my insides are made of
Scratch the surface and it oozes
Don’t come near, this is sticky stuff my dear
And you won’t win, everybody loses
But blue as the cornflowers in spring
Is this little bluebird in my heart that longs to sing
Well I’ll rip it apart, I’m gonna wring its tiny neck
For being there and staying strong
For the no reprieve, and the on and on
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing
I can’t breathe, let alone sing
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing another song
Red, red, fire in my head
Melting lead, bring on the carnage
Then back to black, cold as stone that won’t be cracked
Surveying the damage
But blue as the cornflowers in spring
Is the bluebird in my heart that longs to sing
Well I’ll rip it apart, I’m gonna wring its tiny neck
For being there and staying strong
For the no reprieve, and the on and on
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing another song
When I can’t breathe, let alone sing another song
I can hardly breathe, let alone sing another song
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5. |
Kill you twice
04:24
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KILL YOU TWICE
You're the crack in my mirror
You're the splinter in my eye that won't come out
You're the ice-cold shiver
The shadows in the ruins of my house
You're the grip around my throat
You're the lump in my bed I can't press out
You're the phantom tickle when nobody's there
And I can't scratch you out
And after all that you have done
I know too well that I'm not the only one
Many failed though we all tried
But if I could go back then I would do it right
At your day's end when your last breath dies
Stop all the clocks, pennies on your eyes
One on your tongue for the ferryman
So it can't confuse him with its lies
So it can't confuse him with its lies
No songs for you and no sad goodbyes
A one-way ticket is all it buys
Over my shoulder I'll spit three times
And just to be sure I would kill you twice
And just to be sure I would kill you twice
You're a cry in the night
You're the curse of every blight and every drought
You're the black, you're the blue
The pebble in my shoe I can't shake out
You're the crawling of my skin
You're the milk running thin and turning sour
You're the slime, you're the rot
Poison whispers in my heart and in my mouth
And after all that you have done
I know too well that I'm not the only one
Many failed though we all tried
But if I could go back then I would do it right
At your day's end when your last breath dies
Stop all the clocks, pennies on your eyes
One on your tongue for the ferryman
So it can't confuse him with its lies
So it can't confuse him with its lies
No songs for you and no sad goodbyes
A one-way ticket is all it buys
Over my shoulder I'll spit three times
And just to be sure I would kill you twice
And just to be sure I would kill you twice
You're the voice in my head
You're the thing under my bed
You're the spoke in my wheel
A blister that won't heal
You're a trick of the light
My knuckles turning white
And if I could go back then I would do it right
CHORUS
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6. |
Stranglehold
03:28
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STRANGLEHOLD
You're not there, and I'm not even there
No, we're all here
But do you even care?
Do you even know, what you'll have to show for it
When all the parties close, and all the faces that you know are gone
Where you goin', where you comin' from?
You know that we're all here
And what's goin' on is
Hurtin' me, it's hurtin' you too
If you could only see it's us
It's all you have you to do
But you, you know it all
Because you're so damn smart
When all that you have got
Is a stranglehold around your own heart
And the more you squeeze
The more you come apart
What's the endgame, do you even know?
What you've got to lose, when it's time to go and
Who exactly do you think you are
When we're all here, it's all of us from the start
But you, you, you take it all
You think you're so damn smart
When all you that have done
Is put a stranglehold around your own heart
And the more you squeeze
The more you come apart
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Katankin Melbourne, Australia
Katankin is the solo moniker of Melbourne singer-songwriter, instrumentalist, and producer Helen
Catanchin.
Helen’s uniquely warm tone – simultaneously earthy and incredibly pure – and a true bard’s ability to deftly expose the beating heart of every song, along with her poetic and poignant, cuts-to-the-bone songwriting, all put their unmistakable stamp on Katankin’s songs.
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