Holly Throsby - What becomes of us

It is early
You are dead
There are crows in our bed
But I won't come undone
We are done, we are done
There is air still
In my lungs
I will get up and get on
With the other mouths and tongues
And the work there is to be done
This is what becomes of us
There are dim things in the pond
There is dust under the rug
And I don't even know
What's below, what's below
But I am up!
I am above!
I have a new love!
And it's warm like a gun
Or a knife that I fell on
This is what becomes of us
I was not ready
You won't be back
I was not ready
This is what becomes of us
This is what becomes of us

Holly Throsby

Holly Throsby - Aeroplane

De la nouvelle musique de ma chanteuse australienne préférée - youpi!

Comment faire une diazotypie...

Das Schweigen ausbreiten
einer Decke gleich
Die Wärme befühlen
der Kälte ausweichen
dem Klang der Regentropfen
nur noch Gehör schenken
Einhüllen
Nussecken essen
Ankommen
Geliebt werden
Aufstehen
und gehen
Fort
Weit
Weit fort

Den Wind spüren

Nass und kalt auf der Haut
Zitternde Fingerspitzen
über den schwarzen Tasten
und der Angst
Und den meergrünen Sternen.
Kommen und gehen und bleiben

LuJa

Damn That New Body

Your old door's closed
To your room, to your house, to your home
And a new body keeps you warm
I know what I said I'd feel
But I don't

Holly Throsby

The Morning

Night's gone and morning's come
We're rolling over, waking up
And I swing, swing these days along
Counting moments, missing home

We follow love
We think it makes us strong
All these years, love
How could we be wrong?

Then like you, this bird it flew
It misses like I'm missing you
And we drink, drink, we throw them down
We're better off, we're better now

We follow love
We think it makes us strong
All these years, love
How could we be wrong?

Holly Throsby 

We're Good People But Why Don't We Show It?

Old lover, you miss me
Over the ocean, I hope this finds you well
Warm sun on my back
The earth on its axis
The violence when we met

We're good people but why don't we show it?

Dead birds on the stairwell
Some ugly morning
Fell from their nests
No, don't tell your parents when we start sharing each other's beds
We're good people but why don't we show it?

I want to raise dogs; dogs and money
Stop threatening to leave town and I'll stop running

Holly Throsby